Fic: The Goblin King Cometh Part 2

[llaeyro]

Title: The Goblin King Cometh
Author/Artist: llaeyro
Prompt: PROMPT #43
Adapted from: Labyrinth
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count/Art Medium: 10k+
Rating: NC-17
Contains (Highlight to view): *language, angst, post-Hogwarts, EWE, snarkiness, intentional mis-quoting, copious amounts of cheesiness*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Massive thanks to the incredible, patient makochanupdates for being an incredible beta in the face of all life has thrown at her lately and love to pendecardiel for squeeing enough to keep me going! Also, apologies to the prompter but despite setting out writing this with the intention of following the prompt in its entirety, the characters saw things ending differently!
Summary: The Goblin King is real and he's Draco Malfoy. Can Harry figure out what he really wants in time to save his godson? Not everything is as it was in the films but Harry has the help of some old friends. In two parts because it won't fit one post.


Part 1




Harry approached the gap in the hedge cautiously, wand raised. Kreacher had Disapparated as soon as he heard the roar and Harry had a feeling his hopes that the elf wouldn't return to Draco would be in vain. Another roar, louder this time, made loose pebbles and stones patter along the pathways with the reverberations. It was followed by the unmistakable sound of a Clanker, which was accompanied by a harsh and croaky voice, speaking in a painfully slow and exaggerated manner. "You, work! No work, you go bog!" A loud wail of distress issued followed by the grinding of stone and a thud that shook the ground once more. "That's better!" The voice triumphed.

Harry rounded the corner and quickly Stupefied the goblin wielding the Clanker, cautiously turning his wand towards the giant. He was small for a giant but still considerably bigger than Harry. The giant had paused, holding a huge chunk of wall which he seemed to be repairing.

"Grawp?!" Harry exclaimed, trying to figure out if this turn of events was favourable or not. The giant looked happy to hear his name, but then his brow furrowed in confusion. "Harry." He pointed at himself. "Hagrid's friend."

"Friend?" Grawp's smile lit up once more. "Grawp friend?"

"Yes, Grawp, I'm your friend." He smiled back at the large creature, lowering his wand but not putting it away just yet. "Can you see the castle?" Grawp straightened up and dropped his wall chunk so he could shield his eyes from the sun as he looked around. Harry narrowly dodged the falling debris.

"There, castle there!" shouted Grawp as he pointed and hopped from foot to foot, clearly pleased to be helpful.

"Well done, Grawp! I wonder how I can get over this wall though..." Ever helpful, Grawp grabbed a protesting Harry and deposited him gently on the top of the wall. "Well, that works; I guess... looks like a clear path to the city down there, but what about you? This wall will never take your weight..." Grawp made a mournful noise, lowering his head sadly. "Well, maybe we can find a way around, a way both of us can go together. Hang on, I'll have a look." Harry climbed down a staircase to look over the north side of the wall. "I can see a gate," he shouted as he started back up the stairs towards Grawp. He froze suddenly in his tracks and sighed. "Malfoy, what now?"

The blond grinned as he flicked his wand. "Glisseo."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "You slimy—" But the rest was lost in a surprised yelp as the stairs smoothed beneath Harry's feet and he went sliding down backwards. The last thing Harry heard was Grawp's cry as Harry disappeared into a hole in the wall and spiralled down through darkness.

When the chute finally deposited him back into the open, Harry laid still and waited for the world to stop spinning. As he lay there, he thought about the last thing he had seen as he slid into the black tunnel. He tried to indentify that expression. Concern? Regret? Guilt? Harry rubbed his head, thinking he must have bumped it to be considering that Malfoy could have such emotions when the smell suddenly hit him.

It was the foulest thing Harry had ever smelt, and he'd sat near Neville in Potions. He tried covering his mouth and nose, but the smell was still getting stronger as Harry fought the urge to heave. A noise caught his attention and he saw a brown imp skipping towards him, grinning devilishly. It jumped up, pushing off from some sort of large mushroom and grabbed a lacewing fly out of the air, stuffing it straight into its mouth. It giggled and continued in Harry's direction.

Harry realised why the smell had been getting stronger; it was coming from the imp. It stopped, head tilted to the side and hands clasped behind it's back, still grinning. Harry drew his wand but kept it low. He didn't want to provoke the creature but had a feeling he wouldn't need to. He began walking towards the bog, trying to give the imp a wide berth but it side-stepped to keep ahead of him, even walking through the putrid ooze as if it were merely a puddle. Harry ignored the small creature as he continued through the marshy bog, very careful where he placed his feet. One drop of the bog on his skin and Harry would stink like this forever. Well, that's what the film said and, although Harry had seen that the film wasn't exactly accurate, he wasn't in this case willing to test the theory.

The imp seemed to be getting bored with him, in favour of catching its dinner, but Harry kept it in his peripheral vision all the same. Finally, Harry saw a point to aim for. The landscape ahead of him led up to a low peak with dead trees, a ramshackle house and a poor excuse for a stone bridge. When Harry finally made his way there, he approached cautiously, wand still in hand. Suddenly, the ground started vibrating and Harry turned to see Grawp rumbling towards him at top speed.

"HARRY! FRIEND!" the giant yelled, overjoyed that he'd found him once again. Harry was braced to be picked up and cuddled, or something similar, but another loud voice caught everyone's attentions.

"Hey, who's out there? Show yerselves right now!" The speaker came out of the small door of the ramshackle house, slowly drawing himself up to his full height, almost half that of Grawp's. Harry could just about make out a scowl behind the big bushy beard and unkempt hair, but his eyes lit up as he surveyed the intruders. "Grawpy! Come fer a visit have yer? An' who's wi' yer?" The half-giant walked down the slope towards them.

"Hagrid! What on earth are you doing here?"

"What am I doing 'ere? I live 'ere, Harry. The more proper question is what're you doin' here?"

"I'm here to get Teddy, but - wait, you live here?"

"Teddy? Well how in Merlin's name did a lil'un like him get 'ere?!"

"Draco took him, right out of our flat. I'm running out of time and I don't know what he'll do to him if I don't make it—"

"Woah, woah, slow down, Harry. Yeh've got yerself all worked up but there ain't nought to worry about."

"Hagrid, he took Teddy. He kidnapped him and you want me to stay calm?"

Hagrid chuckled and Harry shifted from panic and worry to defensive annoyance. "Kidnap? Don't be daft! Mr Malfoy would never touch a single hair on that lad's head."

"Mr Malfoy? Since when did you start calling ex-students by their titles?"

"Since I work fer him is when. Mr Malfoy gimme a home and a new life where I can live with the only family I've got." He indicated Grawp, who had perched on a rock and was having trouble keeping up with the conversation.

"Haggid bruvver." He smiled.

"Hagrid, you've got a tiny... house, that's falling down, you live in a stinking bog full of stinking creatures. Malfoy put you here and you're defending him?!"

"Hey now, I built that house all by meself and I don' think I did a bad job, thank you very much. As fer the stink, yeh get used to it and the creatures are why Mr Malfoy hired me here. He needs them to stay out the city, see? Bad for business to have them just wanderin' round, the goblin traders won't stand it. Now, most business types would just get rid of the whole bog, but not Mr Malfoy. He cares about these poor disgustin' creatures so he hired me to look after 'em and keep 'em in check. Particul'y those pesky imps."

"So, you really like it here?"

"Like it? I love it, Harry! There's flobberworms and lacewing flies and glumbumbles, now they're really fascinatin'. If you go touchin' them without gloves on—"

"Look, Hagrid, it's really great to see you again, but I really can't chat. I've got to find Teddy before it's too late."

"Okay, I understand, but Mr Malfoy is a good man now, Harry, don' you fret it."

"Will you come with me?" he asked the brothers as he approached the bridge. Grawp immediately stood but Hagrid shook his head and stepped in Harry's way.

"Sorry, Harry, but I can' let you cross that bridge." He folded his huge arms.

"But Hagrid, you swore that no one would cross the bridge without your permission, so all you've got to do is say I can cross and you won't be breaking your oath." Hagrid scratched his bushy head.

"No, tha's not right. Mr Malfoy told me that nobody is allowed ter walk over this bridge, not even me!"

"Well, how the hell am I supposed to get to the city without crossing the bridge?!" Harry's tone was more exasperated than angry. Suddenly, Grawp started hopping from foot to foot again, knocking Harry off balance dangerously close to the bog's edge.

"Grawp help! Grawp help!" He beamed, as he tucked Hagrid under one arm and scooped Harry up in the other hand, before stepping easily onto the other side of the river in one stride.

"Yer great lug, wha' about Fang? Yer left him over the other side, all by himself!" Harry looked over towards Hagrid's hut and noticed Fang lying outside, asleep and untroubled by the goings on around him. He barely raised his head from his paws as Grawp scooped him up and deposited him at Hagrid's feet. "Well, that's solved it then, come on you lot, let's get goin'."

They hadn't been walking for long when Harry had to call everyone to a halt in order to catch his breath. Fang was also grateful of the stop, having the smallest legs in the group.

"Grawp hungee!" the giant wailed.

"Me too, Grawp." As Harry spoke, Kreacher appeared in front of him holding a peach.

"Kreacher found food for Master." He held out the fruit and bent his head low.

Harry laughed. "Like I'm going to fall for that. Go away and don't come back until I call you." The elf Disapparated and Hagrid looked at Harry disapprovingly.

"That weren't very nice. What would our Hermione say if she heard yeh talkin' to a house elf like tha?"

"You don't understand. This is all copying a film where the girl has to get through the Labyrinth to rescue her half-brother. Malfoy probably filled the peach with a sleeping draught."

"Well if it's all from some film, you'll have no problem solvin' all his puzzles and tricks, eh? 'Cause you're already knowin' what to do."

"Not exactly, in the film she fell for all the King's tricks, until the end..."

"Well then, stop fightin' it Harry, go wi' the story."

"Maybe you're onto something, after Sarah ate the peach she got trapped in a fantasy, but when she escaped, she was right outside the Goblin City. I don't think we could cover that much ground quick enough any other way. Kreacher!"

"Yes, Master?" The elf looked smug.

"Give me the peach." Kreacher handed it over without another word and Harry sat down against a tree then took a cautious bite. When he opened his eyes, he was sitting in the corner of a blue padded room and quickly assessed his surroundings. No doors, no windows, some sort of padded structure in the corner. He stood up, pausing as his head spun and supporting himself on the wall. Harry heard a strange sort of rumble coming from the corner and quickly drew his wand, edging forward to peer into the pit. The padded structure was filled with multi-coloured plastic balls, some of which were shaking and shifting until finally a blond head broke the surface. Harry pocketed his wand. "So, Sarah gets a masquerade ball, complete with a makeover and I get a kids ball pond?" Harry perched on the edge of the pit. "What happened to you, Draco? You used to be so creative when it came to tormenting me."

Draco was still only a disembodied head in among the balls. "My priorities shifted. I needed to adapt." Harry couldn't read his expression.

"I can't help feeling a little disappointed you didn't make more of an effort for me." Draco scowled as he silently cast the balls aside to reach the edge of the pit and sit next to Harry.

"Harry, this whole charade has been nothing but effort and it was all for you."

"And I don't even get a party and a pretty dress?" Harry made puppy dog eyes but couldn't help a smirk breaking through.

Draco lent forward and lowered his head, looking at Harry through his eyelashes. "Now who's the kinky little bitch, Potter? I didn't figure you for the dress-up type. Then again I figured you'd had quite enough of being the centre of the attention so your perfect fantasy wouldn't be all eyes on you at a party, yet your whining begs to differ."

"Oh, so, it wasn't laziness then." Harry purposely sounded sceptical. "So, where did you get the idea that a ball pit would be my perfect fantasy?"

Draco rested his leg up on the padded surface to sit square to Harry. "We're very alike, Harry." The brunette scoffed but Draco kept his voice level. "Hear me out. We are very alike. We grew up scared in the only place we could call home. We were constantly punished, just for being ourselves, and then we got to Hogwarts where everyone was full of presumptions and expectations. We were never just kids... and I miss that every single day."

"And a quick romp in a ball pit is supposed to solve all that?"

"Is everything about sex with you?"

"Says the guy with the S&M dungeon..."

"That was just to get your attention."

Harry shot Draco a look of warning. "You had that when you kidnapped my godson."

"Okay then, it was to get your interest."

"To distract me from finding Teddy."

Draco sighed. "I told you before. This isn't about Teddy."

Harry shot to his feet. "Well it is for me, Draco! You came into our home and took my little boy away! That's the only thing in the world that matters right now, but I wouldn't expect you to understand that." Harry could feel tears of frustration threatening.

Draco looked sympathetic as he stood. "Harry, he's not your little boy. You're only his god father."

"I'm his legal guardian!" He turned on Draco but stilled himself. Harry knew he needed Draco conscious to get Teddy back.

"Yes, I know..." Draco stepped towards him tentatively, flat palms held up unthreateningly. "But you're not his dad, Harry. You'll never be his dad. You're not even flesh and blood."

Finally, the tears broke through as Harry slumped against the wall. "No. I'm not his dad, and he'll probably never want to call me Dad and that hurts a bit, but it doesn't matter. The reason it hurts is I love him. We're all each other has and that's a bond stronger than blood." Harry straightened himself up and walked determinedly up to Malfoy. "Say what you like about the arrangement, I know the truth. Give me back my son."

Draco's eyes softened and he reached into his pocket. Harry's wand was at his throat in an instant and Draco froze but didn't seem panicked. "Do you want me to get him or not?" Harry pulled back but kept his wand trained on him. With a flick of Draco's wand, the wall behind the ball pit disappeared and revealed the rest of the room.

"Where is my son?"

"Harry!" Came a giggle from above.

"Teddy?!" Harry looked up, startled to see Teddy on a gravity-defying soft staircase. He glared at Draco who held his hands up once more in innocence.

"This was his idea, honestly. I was just going to hand him over but he wanted to finish the story properly." Harry sighed and smiled up at Teddy.

"Come on, Teddy. Let's go home."

"Nah uh!" Teddy folded his arms defiantly. "You've gotta come and get me, like the movie."

"There wasn't a soft play room in the film!" He tried his best to look serious.

"I know, but I made it better!" Teddy's impish grin broke through Harry's resolve.

"Right, that's it mister. I'm coming in!" Harry ran eagerly towards the wall of the complicated enclosure, but there were no openings in the protective net. "Okay, what gives?"

Draco grinned and dove into the ball pit, emerging on the other side of the net some rumbling and shifting of plastic balls later. "Race you," he challenged. Harry's face fell. "No, no, no! Not like that, he's all yours... Just a bit of competitive fun, for old times sake?"

"That's idiotic," Harry replied flatly. He climbed into the ball pond, crawled out the other side and started up a staircase before turning back to Draco. "Besides, you won't fit through here with that ridiculous hairstyle." Quick as a flash, Harry's grin disappeared up the stairs and through a tunnel.

"You're on."

It was tiring, crawling and climbing through the spongy maze and wriggling through tubes and ball pits. Now and then, he would catch a glimpse of Teddy running beneath him through a slalom or Draco trying to disentangle his boot heel from the climbing net and it would spurn him on. Hopefully, he called out for Teddy and the child replied, it sounded as though he was just round the corner. From a trapdoor, Draco appeared on Harry's right. They looked at each other before scrambling around the corner towards Teddy's voice as quickly as they could - falling straight into a pit filled with balloons. Teddy was on the opposite ledge, one end of a knotted rope in his hands, grinning down into the hole. Harry put his hands on his hips and tried to look serious, which wasn't easy when up to his nipples in balloons.

"Teddy... Let the rope down."

"Nah uh! Finish the story prop'ly with Uncle Draco."

"Uncle Draco?"

"His idea! Again..."

"Draco —" He had turned to look at the man who had just spoken, but Harry could see nothing but balloons in various colours. "Draco!" He waved his arms around, trying to dispel the balloons from his path. "Bloody things..." he muttered, so that Teddy wouldn't hear.

"Come on, Harry. Let's not disappoint the boy." The voice was right behind him, but when Harry turned there was only a flurry of balloons. He followed quickly, trying to hear where Draco was ahead of him.

"So now it's about Teddy?" Harry closed his eyes as a barrage of balloons whizzed around him. When he opened his eyes, the balloons were hovering above them, creating a ceiling between the men and Teddy, and Draco was so close that Harry found it difficult to focus on him.

"No." There was something slightly desperate in his eyes as he brought up a hand to rest on Harry's cheek. "It's about you. It's always been about you." His hand moved to the back of Harry's neck as he lent in and kissed him gently. It took Harry a moment to register what was happening. It took a moment more for his brain to consider that Teddy was nearby and this was Malfoy. He took a step back, finally able to focus on a bewildered and dejected looking Goblin King.

"Why did you take Teddy?"

"I— I just wanted to see you." Harry couldn't remember ever hearing Draco falter before. He was always so sure of himself, so confident, before now.

"You couldn't have just owled like a normal person?" Harry smiled.

He rolled his eyes. "As if you wouldn't have chucked it as soon as you saw who it was from."

"Uh... Maybe."

"I needed time, to show you who I really am."

"A kidnapping, stair shifting, elf manipulating pretty boy with a kinky streak?"

"I was going more for a wealthy king who's good with kids, kind to creatures and half-bloods with a fabulous fashion sense," he smirked, "and a kinky streak."

"So, what now?"

"Well, it's up to you. We can stand here chatting or get on with the story and you can take Teddy home."

Harry shrugged, hands in his pockets. "Let's get this show on the road then." Draco spelled the balloon ceiling around them in a circle so that Teddy came back into view.

"Give me the child."

"Harry, beware, I have been generous up until now. I can be cruel."

"Generous? What have you done that's generous?"

"Everything! Everything that you have wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken and I took him. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down and I have done it all for you. I'm exhausted from living up to expectations. Isn't that generous?" Draco raged for Teddy's benefit, but his eyes told the truth and they stayed locked with Harry's.

"Through dangers untold and hardships un-numbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City. My will is as strong as yours and my kingdom-"

"Stop! Look, Harry, look what I can offer you. Your dreams." With a flick of his wand, Draco parted the balloons and revealed the Mirror of Erised. Harry stepped up to the mirror, aware that Draco was watching him intently. There he was and there was Teddy, a few years older, trying to mount his first real broom. The Mirror pair were smiling and laughing, but Harry felt far from joyful. Between Teddy and himself there was a void, as if something was missing from the picture. Draco stepped up from behind Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry smiled and turned to face Draco as he took hold of his hand.

"My kingdom is great but that doesn't matter."

"Say your right words!" shouted Teddy, jumping up and down.

Harry kept his eyes on Draco. "I can't, Teddy. It's not true. He does have power over me." Harry closed the gap, crushing his lips to Draco's and opening willingly when Draco trailed his tongue across Harry's bottom lip. The pair didn't notice that the floor had moved, bringing them level with Teddy, until they felt his arms wrapped around their legs.

"Yay! Does this mean we stay here forever?" Harry scooped him up in his arms.

"We can't stay here, squirt. We've got to go home." Teddy's bottom lip started to wobble.

"But—!"

"Now now, goblin babes don't sulk. You be a good boy for Harry and maybe he'll let you come visit some time. But first, haven't you forgotten something?"

"Oh yeah!" Teddy wriggled round in Harry's grip to face him, looking very serious. "Harry, I have an 'portant question for you. Will you be my Daddy?"

Harry welled up and held the boy tight so that he wouldn't notice, kissing him on the forehead. "I already am, Ted, and I always will be."

The youngster hugged him back. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too. Let's go home." With that, they Disapparated.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

A fire sparked up in the grate. "Hello?" The face among the flames tried to look around but the room seemed to be empty. "Harry? I— I just wanted to say, goodbye and if you, if you ever need me, for any reason at all, just—"

"I need you, Draco." The voice behind him made Draco jump away from the fireplace and he turned to see Harry walking towards him across the throne room. "Ever since Hogwarts, my life has been empty. I thought I was just missing that feeling of belonging somewhere, feeling at home, but now I have a home and a son, and it's still not right but now I know why. I need you." Harry stopped just in front of him.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" He grinned as Harry engulfed him in his arms and they kissed, tongues and hands exploring wherever they could reach. Harry broke away, kissed along his jaw and began nibbling on his earlobe.

"So, where is the royal bedchamber?" he whispered mischievously.

"Right over the other side of the castle; let's just stay here." His voice was breathy as Harry kissed at his neck.

"Just Apparate us there," Harry chuckled between kisses.

"But I wanna do it here... On the throne!" Came the whiny reply as Harry pulled away to look at him.

"Next time." He kissed him on the nose before returning his attention's to Draco's neck. The room swirled and they were in Draco's bedroom. The room was unlike the rest of the castle, built from stone. The walls were white and the floor marble, decorated with Slytherin-green wall hangings, carpet, curtains and bed covers, with silver trim. Draco had already undone Harry's buttons and was starting on his jeans as Harry shrugged his nightshirt from his shoulders. Harry had been fumbling around Draco's waistcoat for some time but still hadn't managed to figure out how to undo it. He held Draco's wrist as he was in the process of lowering the brunette's trousers and retrieved his wand from the pocket.

"Feeling impatient?" Draco teased.

Harry grinned and with a wordless spell, both stood there naked. "I prefer eager." He pressed their bodies together and moved Draco towards the bed, letting him fall upon it before straddling him for another kiss. As they kissed, their hands explored each other's bodies, eliciting moans and gasps as they ground against each other. Draco started to wriggle and struggle under Harry's ministrations.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he sat up, still straddling Draco who pulled in vain at the stronger man's thighs.

"Nothing, get off me." Harry rolled off Draco, looking concerned until Draco settled himself in Harry's lap and continued to kiss him. "You spent so long dreaming about it, I thought it about time I show you what this filthy mouth is really capable of." Encouraged by Draco's shoving and prodding, Harry scooted back and lent against the ornate mahogany headboard as Draco trailed kisses down his torso. Harry's fingers carded through Draco's wild blond hair and held his breath as he kissed and licked a hot trail up the underside of his cock.

He whimpered when Draco finally wrapped his lips around the head and tongued it teasingly. He fought the temptation to thrust up into the warm, willing mouth but couldn't stop himself tugging at Draco's hair. When Draco set a painfully slow pace, sliding his tongue up and down Harry's length as he sucked, Harry lost all sense of control. He writhed and moaned, silently begging for more, faster. His cock hit the back of Draco's throat and as Harry chased his release, Draco pulled away, leaving Harry groaning as his orgasm ebbed. Draco quickly captured his lips as Harry recovered, slightly abashed that he'd almost peaked so soon. He soon forgot his worries as Draco rocked against him. Harry deftly reversed their positions, kissing him deeply and urging Draco's legs apart with his knee.

"Accio lube." A tube flew from a draw into Harry's hand. He leant down to resume the kiss while his hands worked their way down his lover's body. He rubbed the length of Draco's cock briefly before trailing his hand down, further parting Draco's legs. As he opened the lube, he felt Draco's muscles tense and pulled away, looking at the blond with concern. "Have you, I mean you have, er, you know... before, haven't you?"

"I'm not a bloody virgin, if that's what you're implying," Draco scoffed.

"You just seem a bit nervous... Wait, do you usually top?"

"Merlin no!" He laughed. "Will you stop worrying? It's just been a while, I'm fine, really." He leant up and kissed Harry deeply, stroking his cock.

"Okay, I'll be gentle."

Draco stilled his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Don't you fucking dare!" Harry grinned and grabbed the lube. He kissed Draco as he slid the first finger into him, watching his face carefully. He relaxed quickly and Harry inserted another, scissoring slowly and barely brushing Draco's prostate.

Draco writhed beneath him, breathing heavily. "Merlin, w—what are you waiting for, Potter, a written i—invitation?"

"Well..." He thrust his fingers against his prostate and watched Draco arch and moan. Draco took a hold of Harry's face and kissed him hard, pulling back to look into his emerald eyes.

"Fuck me, Harry. Please." He tugged roughly at Harry's aching cock and lifted his legs as Harry got in position. Eyes locked, Harry pushed slowly into Draco. He took a deep breath, fighting the urge to thrust so that Draco could adjust. After what seemed like an eternity, Draco gave a small nod and Harry pushed in fully, leaning down to capture Draco's lips for the briefest of moments before starting a fast pace. Draco clawed at his back and thighs as both their moans echoed around the room. Harry was lost, completely consumed by the feeling of being surrounded by Draco. Too soon it seemed that Draco clenched around Harry, dragging the brunette's orgasm from him at the same time and Draco's name from his lips.

A shiver ran through Draco as Harry pulled out and lay down next to him. He pulled Draco against him and Draco willingly obliged, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry swept the stray blond hairs from his forehead and Draco looked up, kissing him tenderly. "Do you need to leave?"

"Only if you want me to."

"Teddy?"

"He's fine. Molly's got him 'til tomorrow afternoon but I can't make a habit of this." He squeezed Draco tightly. "Although, I am pretty good with Silencing spells." He smiled down at his lover.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You're such a tease."

"You can talk!" Harry laughed. "Teddy asked me to invite you over Friday night for dinner and a game. He's demanded I cook turkey dinosaurs and chips for you. Not exactly gourmet but he's four. He doesn't know any better."

"Sounds perfect. What's the game?" He yawned.

"Do you really have to ask?" Draco looked bemused.

"Isn't he a bit young for that?"

"You try telling him that!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Harry was drying the last plate and Draco putting away the cutlery as Teddy ran excitedly back into the kitchen waving the box above his head.

"I say, does anyone want to play Scrabble?"


Fin

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_melodic_/]

Ahhhhh this fiction was perfection! I had been eyeing it since we became Lj friends as it contains a. Harry Potter, b. Harry/Draco, and c. The Labryinth, hello!!! Perfect recipe for some of my favorite things!

I hadn't gotten around to reading it until today though and for some reason I didn't expect to to be so funny! What a perfect blend of the movie and the wizarding world with sweetness and hotness and a lovely ending.

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[llaeyro]

Yay! I'm glad you liked it, it was so much fun to write. I watched the film so many times to iron out the kinks, not that it was much of a hardship :P Thanks for commenting <3