Element of Surprise 7
Title: Element of Surprise 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Pansy
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, mpreg
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Donation gift for leo_draconis, in thanks for the Help Australia VGift. She asked for more of my Element of Surprise verse. This can be read as a stand-alone.
♥ harrydracompreg Prompt #7 - nesting
Summary: Draco decorates the nursery.
"Where is your husband this afternoon?"
Draco wrinkled his nose at the mention of his spouse. "He went to visit the grubby orphans," he said.
Pansy's expression lit up with glee. "So we'll have no interference from him?"
"None," smirked Draco.
When Draco had mentioned to Pansy that he was thinking of decorating the nursery in the new home he shared with Harry, his friend had insisted on being allowed to help. Draco had agreed the project could use a woman's touch, and he had invited Pansy over when Harry left for the day.
Pansy stood in the middle of the empty room as she considered possibilities. "It's delightful to see you nesting, darling," she said.
"Nesting?" Draco repeated, frowning at the odd choice of phrase.
"That's what it's called when a pregnant person begins to arrange the home to her or his liking," Pansy told him.
"We have no nursery," said Draco. "I'm merely remedying that."
"Nesting," Pansy nodded.
Draco elected not to argue. "What color scheme shall we use?" he asked.
"Since you don't know if you will have a boy or a girl, you may wish to avoid blue or pink," Pansy said. "I'd recommend pale yellows and creams."
"Yellow isn't my color."
"We're not decorating your room, you ninny," sighed Pansy. She slung her bag off her shoulder and delved inside, producing several glossy publications. "Let's take these catalogs downstairs and order everything you'll need."
~*~
Harry returned home, eager to see his husband. Draco had mentioned a surprise, and Harry wondered what that entailed. With Draco, it could be anything. Harry just hoped it wasn't anything too unpleasant.
"Draco?" he called when he stepped in the front door.
"Upstairs!"
A vision of Draco, naked and waiting on the bed, sprang to Harry's mind, and he pelted up the steps two at a time. He was sorely disappointed to find the bedroom empty. "Where are you?"
"In the nursery!"
"We have a nursery?"
"Down the hall, you berk!"
Harry made his way down the hall and through an open door. He halted at the sight of a fully appointed nursery. The walls sported a fresh coat of pale yellow paint, and there were large decals of animals both Muggle and magical parading about. The new carpet was cream colored, as was the furniture. Several plush toys were placed around the room, and baby supplies dotted each surface.
"Surprise," said Draco.
He seemed anxious, and Harry smiled to put him at ease. He approached Draco and enfolded him in a hug. Draco stiffened at the unexpected contact, but he didn't push Harry away. "It's a wonderful surprise," Harry said. "Did you manage this all by yourself?" he asked. "You didn't over do, did you?"
Draco shook his head. "Pansy helped me," he admitted.
"It's brilliant," said Harry. "Is it completed?"
"Other than a few small touches, yes," Draco replied.
"There's just one thing left to do then," Harry said with a twinkle in his eye. "We need to christen the nursery."
Draco's jaw dropped, and he tried to extricate himself from Harry's embrace. "Are you mad?!" he chirped. "We can't have sex in here!"
"Why not?"
"It's...it's highly inappropriate," sputtered Draco. His body disagreed and began redirecting his blood supply.
Harry leaned in close and nipped and nibbled at his husband's neck. Draco squeaked and struggled before surrendering with a soft moan. Harry took unfair advantage of Draco's capitulation and bore him down to the floor. His fingers made short work of their clothing, leaving them naked on the soft carpeting.
"Did you stash some lube in here?" Harry asked, parting Draco's knees with eager hands.
"Certainly not," said Draco. The shortness of his reply was tempered by the breathless voice it was delivered in.
Harry looked around and spied some baby oil. He levitated it over with a flick of his wand.
"That's for the baby," Draco protested faintly. His complaint ended in a gasp when oiled fingers stroked his entrance and pressed inside.
Harry prepared Draco as efficiently as possible, judging his husband's readiness by the volume of Draco's moans. Finally, Harry replaced his fingers with his cock and began thrusting into Draco at a slow, measured pace.
Draco's hands curled over Harry's shoulders, and he wrapped his legs around his husband's waist. He tipped his hips up to meet each stroke, humming in pleasure when Harry's prick rubbed over his prostate. Draco had no complaints about this aspect of his marriage.
Harry reached between them to grasp Draco's erection. He slid his still-slick palm up and down his husband's shaft in time with his thrusts. In and out, up and down, until Draco was thrashing and wailing beneath Harry as he climaxed.
Harry's hips pumped harder and faster in search of his own release. He came a moment later, spurting inside of Draco with a lusty groan. Harry kept his weight off his husband, mindful of the subtle swell of Draco's stomach. He eventually eased out of Draco and fumbled for their clothing.
"I'm surprised you didn't paint the nursery pink and blue," Harry commented.
Draco sat up and snatched his pants from Harry. "You may thank Pansy for the color choice," he said. "I wanted to paint it green."
Element of Surprise 8
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Pansy
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, mpreg
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Donation gift for leo_draconis, in thanks for the Help Australia VGift. She asked for more of my Element of Surprise verse. This can be read as a stand-alone.
♥ harrydracompreg Prompt #7 - nesting
Summary: Draco decorates the nursery.
"Where is your husband this afternoon?"
Draco wrinkled his nose at the mention of his spouse. "He went to visit the grubby orphans," he said.
Pansy's expression lit up with glee. "So we'll have no interference from him?"
"None," smirked Draco.
When Draco had mentioned to Pansy that he was thinking of decorating the nursery in the new home he shared with Harry, his friend had insisted on being allowed to help. Draco had agreed the project could use a woman's touch, and he had invited Pansy over when Harry left for the day.
Pansy stood in the middle of the empty room as she considered possibilities. "It's delightful to see you nesting, darling," she said.
"Nesting?" Draco repeated, frowning at the odd choice of phrase.
"That's what it's called when a pregnant person begins to arrange the home to her or his liking," Pansy told him.
"We have no nursery," said Draco. "I'm merely remedying that."
"Nesting," Pansy nodded.
Draco elected not to argue. "What color scheme shall we use?" he asked.
"Since you don't know if you will have a boy or a girl, you may wish to avoid blue or pink," Pansy said. "I'd recommend pale yellows and creams."
"Yellow isn't my color."
"We're not decorating your room, you ninny," sighed Pansy. She slung her bag off her shoulder and delved inside, producing several glossy publications. "Let's take these catalogs downstairs and order everything you'll need."
~*~
Harry returned home, eager to see his husband. Draco had mentioned a surprise, and Harry wondered what that entailed. With Draco, it could be anything. Harry just hoped it wasn't anything too unpleasant.
"Draco?" he called when he stepped in the front door.
"Upstairs!"
A vision of Draco, naked and waiting on the bed, sprang to Harry's mind, and he pelted up the steps two at a time. He was sorely disappointed to find the bedroom empty. "Where are you?"
"In the nursery!"
"We have a nursery?"
"Down the hall, you berk!"
Harry made his way down the hall and through an open door. He halted at the sight of a fully appointed nursery. The walls sported a fresh coat of pale yellow paint, and there were large decals of animals both Muggle and magical parading about. The new carpet was cream colored, as was the furniture. Several plush toys were placed around the room, and baby supplies dotted each surface.
"Surprise," said Draco.
He seemed anxious, and Harry smiled to put him at ease. He approached Draco and enfolded him in a hug. Draco stiffened at the unexpected contact, but he didn't push Harry away. "It's a wonderful surprise," Harry said. "Did you manage this all by yourself?" he asked. "You didn't over do, did you?"
Draco shook his head. "Pansy helped me," he admitted.
"It's brilliant," said Harry. "Is it completed?"
"Other than a few small touches, yes," Draco replied.
"There's just one thing left to do then," Harry said with a twinkle in his eye. "We need to christen the nursery."
Draco's jaw dropped, and he tried to extricate himself from Harry's embrace. "Are you mad?!" he chirped. "We can't have sex in here!"
"Why not?"
"It's...it's highly inappropriate," sputtered Draco. His body disagreed and began redirecting his blood supply.
Harry leaned in close and nipped and nibbled at his husband's neck. Draco squeaked and struggled before surrendering with a soft moan. Harry took unfair advantage of Draco's capitulation and bore him down to the floor. His fingers made short work of their clothing, leaving them naked on the soft carpeting.
"Did you stash some lube in here?" Harry asked, parting Draco's knees with eager hands.
"Certainly not," said Draco. The shortness of his reply was tempered by the breathless voice it was delivered in.
Harry looked around and spied some baby oil. He levitated it over with a flick of his wand.
"That's for the baby," Draco protested faintly. His complaint ended in a gasp when oiled fingers stroked his entrance and pressed inside.
Harry prepared Draco as efficiently as possible, judging his husband's readiness by the volume of Draco's moans. Finally, Harry replaced his fingers with his cock and began thrusting into Draco at a slow, measured pace.
Draco's hands curled over Harry's shoulders, and he wrapped his legs around his husband's waist. He tipped his hips up to meet each stroke, humming in pleasure when Harry's prick rubbed over his prostate. Draco had no complaints about this aspect of his marriage.
Harry reached between them to grasp Draco's erection. He slid his still-slick palm up and down his husband's shaft in time with his thrusts. In and out, up and down, until Draco was thrashing and wailing beneath Harry as he climaxed.
Harry's hips pumped harder and faster in search of his own release. He came a moment later, spurting inside of Draco with a lusty groan. Harry kept his weight off his husband, mindful of the subtle swell of Draco's stomach. He eventually eased out of Draco and fumbled for their clothing.
"I'm surprised you didn't paint the nursery pink and blue," Harry commented.
Draco sat up and snatched his pants from Harry. "You may thank Pansy for the color choice," he said. "I wanted to paint it green."
Element of Surprise 8