Harry awoke gently and sensed the warm body next to him. My husband. He'd awakened with that same thought every morning since the wedding four weeks ago. A slow smile spread on his face and when he turned and blinked owlishly at the blond man beside him, Draco was already awake and watching him.

"Do you plan on doing that every morning for the rest of our lives?" Harry asked, seeing only the blurry image of blond and smirk.

"I certainly do. As long as you plan on being perfectly lovely first thing in the morning."

Harry twisted round, grabbed his glasses from the bed side table, and fixed them on his nose. Perfectly lovely? He knew his hair was worse than usual when he first woke up and he felt a crease on his cheek where he had lain heavily on his pillow. And without his glasses he looked blind as a bat. But he nevertheless smiled even broader, stretched, and rested his head on his interlaced fingers. With that look on Draco's face he felt perfectly lovely. "I do."

Draco leaned over and kissed him, lingering a bit on the lower lip. "Look, it's Saturday and I've been thinking."

"Oh?" Harry distracted himself by reaching up and stroking Draco's cheek. The sandpaper of his chin rasped over his fingertips.

"I think we should move all my things up here and just…well, live in your rooms. It's silly now that we're married to keep flooing back and forth."

"But Dumbledore said he doesn't have accommodations for a married couple."

"And he also said he doesn't care what we do in our off hours. And there's plenty of room for the two of us here. We've been practically living here anyway for the last year."

"What will we do with your dungeon suite?"

Draco shrugged. "Keep it for storage or use it as extra training area for your Defense spells and such." He looked at Harry earnestly. It was an unfamiliar expression on Draco first thing in the morning. "We should probably practice keeping our trebled magic in check." Then he sat back and pouted and folded his arms over his chest, a more normal expression on Draco, Harry decided. "Or I can use it for an extra closet for me."

"It's that last one that's most likely. Do you suppose it's okay?"

"We could ask him but I can't see that he'd care."

"You're probably right. Okay. Sounds like a plan. But later. Right now I've got something else in mind."

Draco got a funny look on his face as Harry's hands traveled downward. "Oh. I see. We'll be busy for a bit, will we?"

"I plan on it."

Harry sunk under the covers and Draco leaned back with a deep sigh. Harry inhaled the warm smell of man and sex burrowed as he was under the covers. Draco settled himself obligingly on his back and Harry nosed his way down to the hollow of his hip, kissed it, and then traveled further to the white-golden pubic hair. He paused there, rubbed his nose and mouth into the nest of curls, inhaled again, and sighed. He heard Draco's muffled voice above the covers say, "Tease." Harry chuckled. Draco's erection was already tall and pronounced. It hadn't taken much for him to get that way. A few strokes of Harry's hand, a suggestive word…breathing on it. Draco was like that. A sensualist in every sense of the word. He responded so easily to Harry. It was very flattering and satisfying. Draco was sex on a stick and Harry had every intention of licking him like a lolly.

Harry kissed the head of Draco's cock and Draco gasped and bucked his hips, reacting to Harry's first touch. Harry smiled secretly under the covers. He stretched his neck and licked the head, swirling his wet tongue all over the red tip before opening his lips over it and sucking it down. Draco groaned loudly and Harry raised his mouth up the flesh languidly.

"Oh Harry…"

He loved it when Draco abandoned himself to his passion. Draco wasn't afraid to. Probably a Slytherin trait. One Harry had come to appreciate. He lowered his mouth to Draco's cock again and sucked hard, pumping the flesh with more determination. His own cock was aching and stiff. Lying between Draco's legs, his own erection rubbing against the sheets, Harry was getting a bit desperate. And though he had started out wanting to take his time with Draco he soon came to the conclusion that what he really wanted to do was push his cock inside the Slytherin's tight entrance and shag him senseless.

His earnest ministrations on Draco's organ were soon paying off. He squeezed Draco's bollocks even as they drew up to the base of his penis, sucking harder and pumping faster, until Draco's hips reared up. "Harry! Slow down! I want to-" But his plea was drowned out by his own vocal orgasm and he came with a shout, hot cum spurting down Harry's throat. He swallowed and tasted, laving his tongue up and down the spent cock until it softened in his mouth where he was finally forced to release it. Draco sunk into the mattress, his plea to prolong his pleasure obviously forgotten as his bones turned to jelly.

Harry didn't waste a moment and quickly shoved Draco's thighs open and lifted his legs to drape them over his shoulders, the covers slipping off his head. "Accio lube!" he incanted huskily. He spelled the lid off the jar, spelled the lube onto his red cock and Draco's entrance and didn't wait anymore to plunge in.

Draco jerked back with the shock of it. It probably hurt at first, but Harry knew Draco liked it a bit rough. And Draco wasn't complaining. Harry thrust hard into him, never pausing, staring into the eyes of his lover, his husband, and saw only smoldering passion. "More, Harry," Draco purred, confirming Harry's suspicions. Harry thrust deeper, the feel of his lover's tight flesh sucking around him becoming overwhelming. He pumped several more times until his orgasm erupted to the surface and he felt his cock unload into Draco in jolting spurts. He gasped out nonsense words but it all didn't matter because a satiated Draco was smiling up at him.

"You're such a good shag, Harry."

Panting, Harry hung over Draco for a moment more before letting the Slytherin's legs slip from his shoulders. He tumbled to Draco's side and then flopped onto his back. "Likewise," he managed to say.

Much later, after a restless morning of more lovemaking, Harry stretched and climbed from the bed, leaving his dressing gown behind. Draco rolled to his stomach, his feet resting on the pillows, his head toward the foot of the bed. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"A hurry? We woke up two hours ago. It's time I get a bath. We're cleaning out your rooms today, remember?"

Draco sat up. "Oh. Right. Then I'll join you."

Harry laughed. "We'll never get anything done that way."

"It's Saturday. What's the rush?" He slipped his arm around Harry's waist and dropped it slowly to his bum.

Harry looked over his shoulder at the wayward hand. "Haven't you had enough of that?"

Draco leaned in and nuzzled Harry's neck. "Never," he purred.

Harry reckoned at this rate they'd finally get to Draco's rooms around noon.

* * *

At 12:25, Harry and Draco flooed to the Potions dungeons. "Salazar Slytherin!" said Draco to the dangerous potions cabinet and it slid aside revealing a door. He and Harry walked in and looked around. Draco went immediately to his wardrobe and cast open the doors. The rod was crowded shoulder to shoulder with suits, shirts, robes both plain and dress. Harry stood behind him and rested his fists on his hips. "Blimey, Draco. How many clothes do you have?"

He gave Harry a withering look. "Just because I have a modicum of style, Potter, and you don't, doesn't mean you have the right to make fun of me."

"But Draco." He stepped forward and fingered a sleeve hanging down from the wardrobe. "I mean… Look at it! When we shopped in Diagon Alley for a new wardrobe for me I thought that was an awful lot of clothes, but this…"

"I wear them, you know."

"I'm not saying-"

"Then what are you saying?"

He stared at Draco's reddened face and subtly retreated. He shrugged, his only defense. "Well, you do look good all the time."

"Exactly!"

Harry just stood back as Draco waved his wand over the clothes and they diminished into a small, hand-sized package. But there was a loud bang along with it and the wardrobe shuddered and began expanding.

Harry pulled his wand. "Watch it, Draco! Trebled magic, remember?"

Draco stepped back from the shuddering furniture and Harry shot his wand forward. "Finite!" In a flash of light, the wardrobe calmed and eventually stilled. "We've got to practice our magic."

"I feel like a damned fool. Like a first year all over again."

"Well, that's the price we pay for joined magic, mate."

"How come you always do better?" said Draco sullenly.

Harry didn't really want to remind Draco that Harry was the most powerful wizard on the planet, even though there were times Draco was proud of that fact. But it was times like these when the Slytherin didn't like to be reminded, even though he, too, now possessed most of that magic as well. Though not quite as much as Harry. Never quite.

"I practice," Harry lied. In truth, he meant to. His first day back teaching he almost sent the first years sailing through the windows. But he managed to hide his mistake and they had just thought it was the fabulous Harry Potter showing off for them. He hadn't had to use as much magic with the other years and kept reminding himself that he needed to spend some time practicing. But there never seemed to be time for it.

"Let's get you moved into my rooms and we'll take some time this afternoon learning to tone it down, okay?"

Draco scowled and said nothing, yanking out drawers and pulling out more clothes.

My husband, Harry mused a little more acerbically from this morning.

* * *

Once Draco had moved all his personal effects into Harry's room, they passed through the DADA study and into the classroom. "Here okay?" he asked Draco, who was still acting in a sullen manner.

"I guess so."

Harry sighed. "Want to cut the attitude, Malfoy? I have just as much trouble with this too, you know."

Draco straightened his shirt. He tried to hide his reddened face. "Okay. Sorry."

Harry offered him a smile and Draco warmed to it. "Okay. Let's start with something simple. How about levitating these desks?"

They both swished and flicked their wands and intoned at the same time, "Wingardium leviosa!"

Both desks jetted up to the ceiling and crashed against the stone vaults. The men ducked as the pieces rained back to the floor. Harry and Draco looked at one another. "Okay," said Harry quietly. "We have to concentrate. I think before, we used to put everything we had into it, am I right? Now I think we've got to consider using our strength to hold back. Try it again?"

"It's your classroom," he muttered.

They raised their wands. This time, they even spoke the incantation quieter, didn't swish and flick quite so much, and the desks rose to eye level and hovered there.

"Well now!" said Harry.

"That's loads better," agreed Draco.

They lowered the desks and Draco walked in a circle, thinking. "Yeah. That's odd, isn't it? Deliberately holding back. Counterintuitive to what we've always done."

"But necessary now. So it's going to take some thinking, isn't it?"

"Hope we don't have to do any emergency spells until we're used to it. Hate to think what would happen."

"You don't use your wand much in class, do you?"

"'No foolish wand-waving in my class'," said Draco, recalling Snape's words.

"Good. Keep it that way. I guess I'll really have to concentrate in my Defense classes." They lowered the desks carefully to the floor and just as cautiously repaired the other two desks.

Draco smiled and sidled over to Harry. "You'll take to it. You always have. It will be a cinch for you, you show-off."

"I'm not showing off."

"Yes you are. You're showing off for me. I think it's adorable."

"I'm not showing off for you, you bloody Slytherin."

But Draco had already twined his arm around Harry and yanked him against him. He pulled Harry in for a kiss, and though Harry tried to protest, it was difficult with a Draco tongue shoved halfway down his throat. And then he didn't really want to protest. He wrapped his wand arm around Draco's neck, opened his lips, and plunged his own tongue in.

A small squeal of delight that didn't elicit from either of them drew Harry's attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied sixth year Serenity Hudson standing in the doorway. He shoved Draco back and unceremoniously wiped his lips. Draco merely rolled his eyes and strolled toward the windows, twirling his wand in his fingers.

"M-miss Hudson," Harry stammered, tucking in his shirt. He looked back at Draco with a guilty blush. "Sorry about that."

"Why should you be sorry?" she said, rocking on her heels. The pretty, long-haired Ravenclaw had a wide grin on her face. "You're married, after all. I was at the wedding, you know."

"Er…yes. I know. Still." He cleared his throat and approached. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yes, sir. The Headmaster wishes to see you."

"Both of us?"

"He only said Professor Potter, sir."

"Then I'm not in trouble," muttered Draco.

Hudson giggled into her hand.

"Very well, Miss Hudson. Thanks."

Harry waited until she was gone to round on Draco. "We can't do that again!"

"You heard her. We're married."

"Draco! Have you forgotten all of last year? How many times did we get into trouble because of something like this?"

"All that stuff is over, Potter. Get a grip."

"Are you mad? Just because we're married doesn't mean we can't be discreet. And it would be the same for a heterosexual couple. We can't go snogging in the classrooms."

"Spoilsport. Anyone ever tell you what a spod you are, Potter?"

Harry was getting a little annoyed with all the "Potters" Draco was tossing about. "Look. I just don't want to start any more trouble. I'm going to Dumbledore's office. I'll catch you later." He left quickly, hoping to avoid more confrontation. Didn't Draco see that you just couldn't carry on any way you liked at Hogwarts? Of course it was Harry's fault too. Damn. He'd have to apologize. And Draco knew it. Damn him.

He arrived at the gargoyle statue and called out, "Raspberry Jam!" The statue slid over, revealing the griffin stair.

After stepping off the climbing staircase he rapped his knuckles on the door and when he heard, "Come!" he entered.

Dumbledore was standing on the upper gallery levitating books back into their shelves. He looked down at Harry and waved. But then Harry noticed Arthur Weasley standing next to Dumbledore's desk and he moved quickly forward and shook his hand in greeting.

"Hello, Harry," he said warmly.

"Mr. Weasley. It's good to see you. What brings you to Hogwarts? Everything all right at the Burrow?"

"Oh yes! Nothing to worry about, dear boy. Everyone's fine. I just thought I'd pop around and bring you this." He gestured to a cardboard box sitting on Dumbledore's desk. It shuffled a little. Harry peered over the edge, expecting a pet of some kind.

"Remember the last time you were at the Ministry in my office?" Mr. Weasley prompted. "And I told you about the Unfixables?"

"Oh yes." Harry remembered. Mr. Weasley and Ron both worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office and Arthur had explained about the Unfixables: hexed or cursed Muggle objects that baffled their staff. Not too dangerous but intriguing enough to keep around until someone could unhex them and render them harmless. Harry had promised to take a look at some of them someday. He supposed that day had arrived.

"Hope you had a pleasant holiday," said Arthur, face reddening. He couldn't seem to quite bring himself to say "honeymoon".

Harry smiled. "Yes, sir. We did." He moved closer to the box and looked in. "So. What have you got here?"

"Nothing urgent, of course. Stuff to work on in your off hours, Harry. Thought you and your skills could help us out."

"But you and your people must be far more versed in this stuff than I am."

"Harry, I don't need to tell you that you have special skills. And there's nothing like new eyes to give it a go."

Harry touched the box's edge and the rattling stilled.

"Now there!" said Arthur, gesturing. "See. They're already afraid of you. Haven't been able to stop the rattling since I put them in the box."

"What are they?" Harry stepped back a little anxiously.

"Have no idea. That's for you to reckon, my lad." He clapped Harry on the back. "Well. I must be off. See you, Harry. Albus, Molly says for you to come round and join us for dinner sometime. You, too, Harry. And…er…Draco, too, of course."

"Right. Thanks, Mr. Weasley."

Dumbledore waved as Arthur stepped into the fireplace and flooed away.

Harry stared at the empty fireplace for a moment and then turned with trepidation back to the box. "I'll just…take this out of your way, shall I?"

Immersed in his reading and re-shelving, Dumbledore nodded. "Of course, dear boy. I'll see you at dinner."

Harry scooped up the box and left the Headmaster's office, returning to the DADA classroom. He wasn't surprised to find Draco wasn't there. "Probably organizing his wardrobe by color," he muttered and put the box on his desk. How could someone so perfect for him be so annoying at the same time? He shook his head. No accounting for taste, he supposed. Or the heart.

He leaned over the box and looked inside. There was a broken wireless, an iron with a twisted cord, a chipped ceramic mug, and a snow globe with a house inside that reminded Harry of Malfoy Manor. It all looked pretty innocuous, but since it came from the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, he knew they were not as simple as they appeared. He was reluctant to touch them and levitated them out of the box to his desk, making certain to remember to hold back on his magic. It was a strange sensation. It almost felt as if he was bottling the rest in explosive quantities. He wondered if that in itself might prove dangerous. And then he wondered if even Dumbledore knew the answer to that.

Harry stared at the varied objects and scratched his head. Now what? He gripped his wand tightly, raised it, and then concentrated on holding back his power. He waved the wand over the artifacts and "felt" the odd sensations of their magic flowing over him. He lowered his wand and sat back, blowing a long breath through his parted lips. That was weird. He'd never felt that before. Could he feel magic now? Did he need his wand to do it? He set his wand on the desk and closed his eyes, concentrating alone on the artifacts, sensing their presence. He exhaled as he relaxed, reached out with his magic, and felt the slight tingle from each of the objects. They each had a…a…flavour? That was the only way to describe it, because it wasn't a texture or a colour he saw in his head. It was a quality, a tone like a musical note. A flavour.

He opened his eyes and looked. He looked at the iron first. Really looked at it with something like Trelawney's "inner eye" and knew at once that it was covered in a charm to make a person stumble. He shook out his head. "Whoa," he whispered. It was his trebled magic, the way it had joined when he and Draco married. Harry's magic, Draco's magic, and that little unwanted bit from sodding Voldemort. It had made him three times as powerful as the most powerful wizard: him. So that was saying a lot.

He took up his wand without thinking and "saw" the complicated tendrils that made up the curse clutching the iron and released the curse, peeling back each layer and flinging them into the ether. The object trembled, spit a spurt of steam, and then settled down to something as harmless as it had started. Harry had no qualms about picking it up now. It felt perfectly normal, which it was. He dropped it in the box with a satisfied snort and looked at the other things. His eyes fell on the wireless. It didn't give up its secrets merely by his looking at it this time, so he waved his wand over it and it moved closer, settling slowly down to the desk. He peered at it as if waiting for it to do something and was terribly surprised when it did.

It made a raspberry at him.

Startled, Harry stared at it and then he chuckled and leaned forward again. "Oh yeah? We'll see about that." He lifted his wand. "Silencio!" He'd never used the spell on an object before but he was sure-he assumed-it would work.

As if to test him, the wireless made the sound again.

He twisted his lips. Well, he supposed someone probably tried that before already. He scratched his head again with his wand hand. He hovered the wand over it and tried to feel the curse or charm. There was more than one. The raspberry sound only hid a more sinister curse, he was sure of it. He put his wand down, closed his eyes, and tried with his hand again. The magic seemed darker, twisted, bitter. Someone had cast something on this with the nastiest of motives. They had wanted someone to pay, but how? He dug deeper, trying to "feel" what kind of magic it was, and just as it seemed he found it-

"What have you got there, Professor?"

Harry slammed back, startled. His glasses slipped askew and he righted them shakily, focusing on Serenity Hudson. "Miss Hudson!" he gasped. "What now?"

"Sorry, sir. Didn't mean to interrupt…urm…whatever it is you're doing. But I thought this might be a good time to put in my application for Teacher Assistant. I'm in sixth year now."

"Yes, I know." Harry took a deep breath and changed gears from powerful mage to just Professor Potter. Harry told his sixth and seventh year classes that he would accept only the best students as his assistants. He knew from his own experience teaching his "Dumbledore's Army" all those years ago, that some students were more prepared to move on and could consequently help him in the class as well.

She handed him a scroll with her cv and an essay. "Thanks, Miss Hudson."

But this didn't seem to dismiss her and she stood with hands behind her back, peering at the strange objects on Harry's desk. "If you don't mind my asking, but what are these things, Professor? They look like Muggle things. I'm taking Muggle Studies this year, too," she added, tilting her chin up and tossing her long hair behind her.

"Well," said Harry, scratching his chin. "You're right. They are Muggle objects. But they've been cursed. I was asked by a friend in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office to have a look at them."

"Oh!" She crouched low to look at them as one does looking at fish in an aquarium. "Have you figured them out yet, sir?"

"I've got one down, but I've just started on these others."

"What about this?" And before Harry could yell a warning, Hudson grabbed the chipped mug by the handle.

"Hudson!" Harry snatched at it, brushed her fingers as he tugged at it, and wrenched it from her. "Never touch a cursed object!" He slammed it to the desk as if touching it less would help. He felt a tingle through his fingers like an electric shock. "That's a first year mistake, for Merlin's sake! Ten points from Ravenclaw!"

Hudson's face fell. "I'm…I'm so sorry, Professor. I…I wasn't thinking."

Her face reddened. He didn't want it to dissolve into tears so he quickly added, "That's all right. My fault for not warning you first thing. But…" He looked at his hand and wiggled his fingers. "Everything seems to be all right. You haven't grown any extra limbs or anything, have you?"

She looked alarmed for a moment until she realized he was joking with her. She laughed guardedly. "No, sir. It all seems normal."

"Right, then. I've got your application and I'll look it over, okay?"

"Thank you, sir. And I'm really sorry about that," and she gestured toward the objects on the desk as she backed toward the door. "You aren't going to hold that against my application, are you sir? It is Saturday."

Harry tried to control his smile. "A curse waits for no man, Miss Hudson. You'd be just as cursed on a Saturday than on a school day. Remember that."

"Yes, sir." She waved a little and retreated through the door.

Harry shook his head. He supposed he was just as reckless at her age. More so, really.

His hand tingled again and he shook it out and looked it over. No signs of anything amiss. No discoloration. He had been lucky. He glanced at his open door and thought of Draco doing God knows what somewhere. Maybe now was not the time to examine these things. He levitated the wireless and the mug back into the box and then turned his wand on the snow globe. It levitated jerkily and Harry watched amazed as the globe tried to slough off the spell. It lifted higher, zigzagging in the air and he was shocked to see it suddenly free itself from his magic just as it cleared the desk. It hurtled toward the floor and with his Seeker's instinct, Harry reached out and snatched it before it could land and shatter. He clutched it in his hand and immediately a feeling of warmth emanated from it, almost burning the skin of his palm. He quickly put it in the box where it rattled against the other things and finally stilled.

Oh that probably wasn't a good thing, touching that. Especially after touching the other thing. Harry listened to his heart hammering in his chest as he just sat, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But when nothing happened, he allowed himself to breathe again.

He rose from his chair and stared into the box a long time. Funny things. What in blazes were they? And how did they get on his desk? He shrugged, picked up the unfamiliar box, and shoved it in the corner with an assortment of other things he used for his class, then headed out the door in search of Draco.


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"Slipping Away"

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