Veela Dinner Conversation
Title: Veela Dinner Conversation
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for athenaps, who asked for a schmoopy creature!fic. This is part of my Veela Rituals verse.
Summary: Harry and Draco host dinner at their house.
"You look lovely this evening, mum." Draco greeted his mother with a kiss on each cheek. He accepted her wrap before turning to Lucius. "Father, you're looking well," he said.
Lucius merely grunted as he handed Draco his cloak.
Draco and Harry had invited Lucius and Narcissa to dinner in their new home. Draco had been surprised when his parents had accepted, and he was certain his mother had pressured his father into it. Lucius had made no secret of the fact that he despised Draco's mate, and Harry was equally antagonistic to Lucius.
"Do you need help with anything, dear?" asked Narcissa.
"No, thank you," said Draco. "Harry has everything under control in the kitchen."
"Potter is preparing our meal?" Lucius hissed. "He's like as not to poison us."
"Lucius, behave," scolded Narcissa. Her husband subsided with a grumble, and Draco led the way into the dining room. They seated themselves at the table, and Harry bustled out with a bottle of wine.
"Narcissa, would you care for some wine?" he asked politely. She accepted, and he poured her a glass of white wine. Harry turned to Lucius. "Melvin, would you care for any?" he smirked.
Lucius' left eye twitched. "Why don't you leave the bottle, Potter, and return to your domestic duties in the kitchen?" he taunted.
Harry's answering smile revealed a lot of teeth. "That's an excellent suggestion, Melvin," he said. "I wouldn't want our chicken marsala to burn."
The Malfoys made small talk until Harry returned, levitating their dinner behind him. Once the food had been served and the appropriate compliments paid to the chef, conversation lagged.
Narcissa cleared her throat. "What have you been doing to keep busy, Harry?" she asked.
"We've been working on the nursery," he replied.
Narcissa gasped, and Lucius choked.
"Easy there, Melvin," Harry said, feigning concern. "Would you like another serviette, or a bib, perhaps?"
Lucius developed another facial tic, and Narcissa hastened to intervene. "Is there something you'd like to tell us?" she asked, leaning forward eagerly.
"No, mum," said Draco, "but there may be a baby in the future. The veelas who came to explain my heritage to me indicated it's possible for male veelas to become impregnated."
Lucius took a large gulp of wine and poured himself another glass.
"I suppose you should have a formal bonding ceremony before you consider having children," mused Narcissa. The idea of a wedding was almost as exciting as the prospect of a grandchild.
Harry grinned at Lucius. "How does Grandpa Melvin sound?" he enthused.
Lucius' eye began to twitch again, and he knocked back half of his glass of wine.
Narcissa plucked the glass from her husband's hand and continued the conversation without missing a beat. "I can bring over some of your childhood toys for the nursery, Draco," she said.
"That would be fabulous, mum," he replied.
Harry slung an arm around Draco's shoulders and favored Narcissa with a pleased smile. "That's very generous of you, Narcissa," he said. "After all, a happy veela is a fertile veela."
Lucius drank directly from the bottle.
~*~
"Harder, Harry," moaned Draco. He was sprawled on their large bed in the master bedroom, clinging to his mate with all four limbs as Harry's hips pumped rhythmically between his thighs. Draco cried out when Harry hit his sweet spot, and he continued to wail aloud as his pleasure built.
Harry thrust in hard, smiling in satisfaction when he felt Draco spurt between them. He continued shagging his veela, quickening his strokes until he pulsed inside of Draco. He eased out of Draco carefully and waved a cleaning charm over them both.
Draco cuddled up to Harry with a happy hum. "Harry?" he whispered. "Do you think we should get married?"
"Absolutely," said Harry. "There's nothing I'd like more. It would make your mum happy, too."
"Yes, it would," Draco agreed. "Father would probably have apoplexy, however."
Harry's smirk went unseen in the darkness. "All the more reason to do it, I say."
Veela Wedding Plans
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for athenaps, who asked for a schmoopy creature!fic. This is part of my Veela Rituals verse.
Summary: Harry and Draco host dinner at their house.
"You look lovely this evening, mum." Draco greeted his mother with a kiss on each cheek. He accepted her wrap before turning to Lucius. "Father, you're looking well," he said.
Lucius merely grunted as he handed Draco his cloak.
Draco and Harry had invited Lucius and Narcissa to dinner in their new home. Draco had been surprised when his parents had accepted, and he was certain his mother had pressured his father into it. Lucius had made no secret of the fact that he despised Draco's mate, and Harry was equally antagonistic to Lucius.
"Do you need help with anything, dear?" asked Narcissa.
"No, thank you," said Draco. "Harry has everything under control in the kitchen."
"Potter is preparing our meal?" Lucius hissed. "He's like as not to poison us."
"Lucius, behave," scolded Narcissa. Her husband subsided with a grumble, and Draco led the way into the dining room. They seated themselves at the table, and Harry bustled out with a bottle of wine.
"Narcissa, would you care for some wine?" he asked politely. She accepted, and he poured her a glass of white wine. Harry turned to Lucius. "Melvin, would you care for any?" he smirked.
Lucius' left eye twitched. "Why don't you leave the bottle, Potter, and return to your domestic duties in the kitchen?" he taunted.
Harry's answering smile revealed a lot of teeth. "That's an excellent suggestion, Melvin," he said. "I wouldn't want our chicken marsala to burn."
The Malfoys made small talk until Harry returned, levitating their dinner behind him. Once the food had been served and the appropriate compliments paid to the chef, conversation lagged.
Narcissa cleared her throat. "What have you been doing to keep busy, Harry?" she asked.
"We've been working on the nursery," he replied.
Narcissa gasped, and Lucius choked.
"Easy there, Melvin," Harry said, feigning concern. "Would you like another serviette, or a bib, perhaps?"
Lucius developed another facial tic, and Narcissa hastened to intervene. "Is there something you'd like to tell us?" she asked, leaning forward eagerly.
"No, mum," said Draco, "but there may be a baby in the future. The veelas who came to explain my heritage to me indicated it's possible for male veelas to become impregnated."
Lucius took a large gulp of wine and poured himself another glass.
"I suppose you should have a formal bonding ceremony before you consider having children," mused Narcissa. The idea of a wedding was almost as exciting as the prospect of a grandchild.
Harry grinned at Lucius. "How does Grandpa Melvin sound?" he enthused.
Lucius' eye began to twitch again, and he knocked back half of his glass of wine.
Narcissa plucked the glass from her husband's hand and continued the conversation without missing a beat. "I can bring over some of your childhood toys for the nursery, Draco," she said.
"That would be fabulous, mum," he replied.
Harry slung an arm around Draco's shoulders and favored Narcissa with a pleased smile. "That's very generous of you, Narcissa," he said. "After all, a happy veela is a fertile veela."
Lucius drank directly from the bottle.
~*~
"Harder, Harry," moaned Draco. He was sprawled on their large bed in the master bedroom, clinging to his mate with all four limbs as Harry's hips pumped rhythmically between his thighs. Draco cried out when Harry hit his sweet spot, and he continued to wail aloud as his pleasure built.
Harry thrust in hard, smiling in satisfaction when he felt Draco spurt between them. He continued shagging his veela, quickening his strokes until he pulsed inside of Draco. He eased out of Draco carefully and waved a cleaning charm over them both.
Draco cuddled up to Harry with a happy hum. "Harry?" he whispered. "Do you think we should get married?"
"Absolutely," said Harry. "There's nothing I'd like more. It would make your mum happy, too."
"Yes, it would," Draco agreed. "Father would probably have apoplexy, however."
Harry's smirk went unseen in the darkness. "All the more reason to do it, I say."
Veela Wedding Plans