Life After 50, part 2
Title: Life After 50, part 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 700
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 aliasfanatic04, using the prompts 30th birthday, blow out the candles, pillow talk
Summary: Harry and Draco engage in pillow talk.
Harry eased out of the tight clasp of Draco's body and rolled away with a contented sigh. "Mm, fantastic," he hummed.
Draco yawned and burrowed closer. "We should have gotten married ten years ago," he said, voice husky with sex.
Harry chuckled. He and Draco married at fifty, and Harry hadn't regretted a moment of it. "I'm surprised I can still drink and then shag later," he said.
"It was a brilliant evening," Draco commented. "Rose was radiant, even if it wasn't her idea to have a party."
"She certainly was," agreed Harry. "I'm glad Hermione and Ron talked her into having a big celebration for her 30th birthday."
Draco laughed. "I don't know why she was worried about turning thirty. I told her that things will only continue to get better."
"And then, you pinched my bum."
"And then, I pinched your bum," Draco confessed. "You must admit, the way you squealed like a girl made Rose laugh. Plus, it gave her hope for the future."
"Hope for the future?" Harry cried. "How do you reckon?"
"She saw that we're enjoying a lively sex life in our 50's," replied Draco. "By the way, it was my turn to top. You took unfair advantage of my own, slightly tipsy state."
"Yeah?" snorted Harry. "You should have considered that before you pinched my bum and called forth my inner lion."
Draco poked Harry in the ribs. "You animal, you," he teased.
Harry shifted and wrapped his arms around his husband. "You bring out the animal in me," he growled, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Sadly, I'm no longer 20, and I need some recovery time before I can treat you to another rogering."
"I'll be doing the rogering next time, thank you ever so," sniffed Draco. "My inner animal is clamoring to stake its claim."
"Mm, I'm looking forward to it," said Harry. He moved his legs so that they were intimately tangled with Draco's. In the short time they'd been married, Harry had come to cherish canoodling in bed with Draco and engaging in pillow talk. Bedtime had become his favorite time of the day, and not just because of sex, although Harry was enjoying that aspect of marriage, too.
"Rose loved her gift from us," Harry mused, purposefully thinking of something else. "Thanks for helping me choose it. I must admit, I'm no good at buying gifts for women."
"I grew up with Pansy badgering me about appropriate gifts," said Draco. "I had to learn quickly or suffer her wrath."
Harry winced. He'd suffered Pansy's wrath when he and Draco returned from their honeymoon. Pansy had threatened Harry with all manner of atrocities if he hurt Draco in any way. He simply assured her that he had no intention of harming Draco, and Harry never mentioned the episode to his husband. There was no sense in creating tension between Draco and one of his best friends.
"Rose received many lovely gifts," Draco said. He yawned again and pressed his cold nose to Harry's warm shoulder.
"Her party was a rousing success," said Harry. "That is, until her niece decided to help Rose blow out the candles on her cake."
Draco snickered. "I thought Molly was going to have apoplexy when little Jean spit all over the top layer of the cake she'd so painstakingly baked for Rose's birthday."
Harry laughed along with his husband. "Nothing a little magic and a bit of a scrape with a knife couldn't fix."
"Hugo's wife was so embarrassed."
"The rest of us found it amusing," said Harry. "Even Rosie giggled and thanked Jean for helping her blow out all of those candles."
"Thirty candles was nothing," scoffed Draco. "Remember the cake Pansy and Daphne ordered for my 50th birthday? I swear, they put at least a dozen extra candles on it, simply to make me look even older."
"At least they didn't buy trick candles from George," said Harry. "Ginny got those for the cake that Molly made for Neville's and my joint party. Nev and I nearly passed out before we realized we'd been pranked."
"Poor Harry," simpered Draco, giving his husband a pat on the back. "I promise that I won't do anything so terrible to you for your 60th birthday."
Harry smiled into Draco's hair. With Draco by his side, he found himself looking forward to turning 60.
Life After 50, part 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 700
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 aliasfanatic04, using the prompts 30th birthday, blow out the candles, pillow talk
Summary: Harry and Draco engage in pillow talk.
Harry eased out of the tight clasp of Draco's body and rolled away with a contented sigh. "Mm, fantastic," he hummed.
Draco yawned and burrowed closer. "We should have gotten married ten years ago," he said, voice husky with sex.
Harry chuckled. He and Draco married at fifty, and Harry hadn't regretted a moment of it. "I'm surprised I can still drink and then shag later," he said.
"It was a brilliant evening," Draco commented. "Rose was radiant, even if it wasn't her idea to have a party."
"She certainly was," agreed Harry. "I'm glad Hermione and Ron talked her into having a big celebration for her 30th birthday."
Draco laughed. "I don't know why she was worried about turning thirty. I told her that things will only continue to get better."
"And then, you pinched my bum."
"And then, I pinched your bum," Draco confessed. "You must admit, the way you squealed like a girl made Rose laugh. Plus, it gave her hope for the future."
"Hope for the future?" Harry cried. "How do you reckon?"
"She saw that we're enjoying a lively sex life in our 50's," replied Draco. "By the way, it was my turn to top. You took unfair advantage of my own, slightly tipsy state."
"Yeah?" snorted Harry. "You should have considered that before you pinched my bum and called forth my inner lion."
Draco poked Harry in the ribs. "You animal, you," he teased.
Harry shifted and wrapped his arms around his husband. "You bring out the animal in me," he growled, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Sadly, I'm no longer 20, and I need some recovery time before I can treat you to another rogering."
"I'll be doing the rogering next time, thank you ever so," sniffed Draco. "My inner animal is clamoring to stake its claim."
"Mm, I'm looking forward to it," said Harry. He moved his legs so that they were intimately tangled with Draco's. In the short time they'd been married, Harry had come to cherish canoodling in bed with Draco and engaging in pillow talk. Bedtime had become his favorite time of the day, and not just because of sex, although Harry was enjoying that aspect of marriage, too.
"Rose loved her gift from us," Harry mused, purposefully thinking of something else. "Thanks for helping me choose it. I must admit, I'm no good at buying gifts for women."
"I grew up with Pansy badgering me about appropriate gifts," said Draco. "I had to learn quickly or suffer her wrath."
Harry winced. He'd suffered Pansy's wrath when he and Draco returned from their honeymoon. Pansy had threatened Harry with all manner of atrocities if he hurt Draco in any way. He simply assured her that he had no intention of harming Draco, and Harry never mentioned the episode to his husband. There was no sense in creating tension between Draco and one of his best friends.
"Rose received many lovely gifts," Draco said. He yawned again and pressed his cold nose to Harry's warm shoulder.
"Her party was a rousing success," said Harry. "That is, until her niece decided to help Rose blow out the candles on her cake."
Draco snickered. "I thought Molly was going to have apoplexy when little Jean spit all over the top layer of the cake she'd so painstakingly baked for Rose's birthday."
Harry laughed along with his husband. "Nothing a little magic and a bit of a scrape with a knife couldn't fix."
"Hugo's wife was so embarrassed."
"The rest of us found it amusing," said Harry. "Even Rosie giggled and thanked Jean for helping her blow out all of those candles."
"Thirty candles was nothing," scoffed Draco. "Remember the cake Pansy and Daphne ordered for my 50th birthday? I swear, they put at least a dozen extra candles on it, simply to make me look even older."
"At least they didn't buy trick candles from George," said Harry. "Ginny got those for the cake that Molly made for Neville's and my joint party. Nev and I nearly passed out before we realized we'd been pranked."
"Poor Harry," simpered Draco, giving his husband a pat on the back. "I promise that I won't do anything so terrible to you for your 60th birthday."
Harry smiled into Draco's hair. With Draco by his side, he found himself looking forward to turning 60.
Life After 50, part 3