Annalise arc #72: Well Done
Title: Well Done Annalise verse #72
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Annalise, Ron
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Sexual situation, mpreg
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. Except for Annalise, of course.
Summary: Fathers want to have fun sometimes, too.
Harry kept his attention on his plate and tried to concentrate on eating. From across the table, Draco's eyes were hot on Harry, and Harry didn't dare look at his husband. If he met Draco's heated gaze, Harry was afraid he'd send the dishes flying and ravish his husband right there on the table. While the prospect had its merits, Harry didn't think their daughter needed to witness such a spectacle.
"Papa, would you pass the carrots, please?" requested Annalise. She was blissfully ignorant of the simmering lust at the table.
Harry handed his daughter the bowl of glazed carrots. "Here you are, poppet."
"Thank you," Annalise chirped. "Daddy, would you like some more peaches?" she asked. "Aunt 'Mione said fruit is good for your baby."
Draco smiled at her. "Thank you, Annalise. I will have some more peaches." He dished up some of the fresh fruit on his plate and brought a peach to his lips. Draco took a bite. "Mm," he moaned, eyes on Harry as juice dribbled down his chin.
Harry's attention was riveted to his husband.
Annalise broke the tension when she squealed, "Daddy, you're making a mess!"
Harry pushed his chair back. "Excuse me for just a moment." He missed Draco's knowing smirk as he rushed to the Floo in the entry hall. Harry placed a call to his best friends.
"Hullo, mate," Ron greeted.
"Are you busy?" Harry blurted.
"We were about to put in a DVD for the kids."
"Take them out for ice cream instead," Harry urged. "Take Annalise along, and I'll treat!"
"Why are you-"
"Please, Ron, I'm begging you!" hissed Harry.
"Er, alright..." Ron relented. His expression said he was confused but didn't want to ask.
"Brilliant," sighed Harry. "Give it a couple minutes, then come in like it was your idea." He closed the connection and returned to the dinner table.
Draco's eyebrows shot up. "That was...quick."
Harry settled for a nonchalant shrug.
The Floo whooshed, and a voice called, "Is anyone home?"
"We're in the kitchen, Ron!" Harry replied. "Come on through!"
Ron entered the kitchen. "Oh, am I interrupting?"
"We were just finishing up," Harry told him, nodding vigorously.
Ron rocked back on his heels. "Hermione and I are taking the kids for some ice cream, and we wanted to invite Annalise along."
Annalise goggled. "Ice cream! May I go, Daddy?" she entreated.
"Of course, princess," Draco told her. As Annalise hopped down, Draco admonished, "Mind your manners."
"Yes, Papa." Annalise rushed ahead to the Floo while Ron hung back and held his hand out to Harry.
Harry sighed and rummaged for some money.
"Thanks, mate," Ron grinned. "By the way, you owe us one."
Alone in the kitchen, Draco turned a sardonic look on his husband. "You bribed Weasley to take our daughter out for ice cream?"
"Yes?" Harry tried.
Draco's expression turned smug. "Well done, Harry."
In Good Hands
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Annalise, Ron
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Sexual situation, mpreg
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. Except for Annalise, of course.
Summary: Fathers want to have fun sometimes, too.
Harry kept his attention on his plate and tried to concentrate on eating. From across the table, Draco's eyes were hot on Harry, and Harry didn't dare look at his husband. If he met Draco's heated gaze, Harry was afraid he'd send the dishes flying and ravish his husband right there on the table. While the prospect had its merits, Harry didn't think their daughter needed to witness such a spectacle.
"Papa, would you pass the carrots, please?" requested Annalise. She was blissfully ignorant of the simmering lust at the table.
Harry handed his daughter the bowl of glazed carrots. "Here you are, poppet."
"Thank you," Annalise chirped. "Daddy, would you like some more peaches?" she asked. "Aunt 'Mione said fruit is good for your baby."
Draco smiled at her. "Thank you, Annalise. I will have some more peaches." He dished up some of the fresh fruit on his plate and brought a peach to his lips. Draco took a bite. "Mm," he moaned, eyes on Harry as juice dribbled down his chin.
Harry's attention was riveted to his husband.
Annalise broke the tension when she squealed, "Daddy, you're making a mess!"
Harry pushed his chair back. "Excuse me for just a moment." He missed Draco's knowing smirk as he rushed to the Floo in the entry hall. Harry placed a call to his best friends.
"Hullo, mate," Ron greeted.
"Are you busy?" Harry blurted.
"We were about to put in a DVD for the kids."
"Take them out for ice cream instead," Harry urged. "Take Annalise along, and I'll treat!"
"Why are you-"
"Please, Ron, I'm begging you!" hissed Harry.
"Er, alright..." Ron relented. His expression said he was confused but didn't want to ask.
"Brilliant," sighed Harry. "Give it a couple minutes, then come in like it was your idea." He closed the connection and returned to the dinner table.
Draco's eyebrows shot up. "That was...quick."
Harry settled for a nonchalant shrug.
The Floo whooshed, and a voice called, "Is anyone home?"
"We're in the kitchen, Ron!" Harry replied. "Come on through!"
Ron entered the kitchen. "Oh, am I interrupting?"
"We were just finishing up," Harry told him, nodding vigorously.
Ron rocked back on his heels. "Hermione and I are taking the kids for some ice cream, and we wanted to invite Annalise along."
Annalise goggled. "Ice cream! May I go, Daddy?" she entreated.
"Of course, princess," Draco told her. As Annalise hopped down, Draco admonished, "Mind your manners."
"Yes, Papa." Annalise rushed ahead to the Floo while Ron hung back and held his hand out to Harry.
Harry sighed and rummaged for some money.
"Thanks, mate," Ron grinned. "By the way, you owe us one."
Alone in the kitchen, Draco turned a sardonic look on his husband. "You bribed Weasley to take our daughter out for ice cream?"
"Yes?" Harry tried.
Draco's expression turned smug. "Well done, Harry."
In Good Hands