Regrettable Decision 4
Title: Regrettable Decision 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Implied sex
Word count: 940
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 kitty_fic, who asked for more of Regrettable Decision with nipple play.
Summary: Harry and Malfoy argue about the nursery...and then they christen it.
Harry Apparated into a narrow alley. He walked out and tugged his collar up against the fine, drizzling mist that greeted him. Harry set a brisk pace, and in less than three minutes, he reached his destination. He stood on the pavement and double-checked the address he'd been given.
Harry looked up at the imposing edifice, then triple-checked the address.
Malfoy had claimed he lived in a simple townhouse, but this was a mansion. Compared to Malfoy Manor, however, this home probably could be considered "simple".
Harry gave a slight shake of his head and ascended the four steps to the front door. He knocked once and stepped back to wait.
And wait
Finally, as Harry was reaching to knock again, the door opened.
"Potter, it's high time you got here," snapped Malfoy.
Harry's spine stiffened. "It's high time you answered the bloody door," he shot back. Harry barged in past Malfoy and took a good look around. Of course, Malfoy's home was magnificent. Harry hated it on sight. It was too perfect.
"Hang your manky coat in the cupboard," said Malfoy, indicating the cupboard with the wave of a hand. "I'll show you where I intend to set up the nursery."
Harry obediently shed his coat and hung it up before following Malfoy up the winding staircase. His host turned left and led Harry down a long corridor. Malfoy stepped through an open door, and Harry followed him.
Harry took a good look around. The room was large and bright, with natural light coming in through the windows. "This seems nice," Harry commented. He moved back to the doorway and peered right and left. Harry stepped back inside and asked, "Where is your bedroom?"
Malfoy's nose rose to lofty heights. "That is none of your business, Potter," he sneered. "You won't be seeing the inside of it."
Harry's eyes flashed with temper. "I wasn't trying to finagle an invitation into your bed, Malfoy."
"Why not?" Malfoy challenged. "It's obvious you want me."
Harry was about to argue, then decided it wasn't worth it. "I asked, because I want to know how close your room is to the nursery."
"Oh," Malfoy responded.
Did he sound a trifle disappointed?
"My suite is all the way at the opposite end of the hallway," said Malfoy. "I can't have my beauty sleep disturbed by a mewling infant."
Harry's mouth fell open. He could only sputter for a moment before he regained speech. "That's outrageous!" Harry bellowed. "You're the baby's parent! It's your job to wake up and take care of him!"
"Her."
Once again, Harry was at a loss for words. "Sorry?" he managed.
"I've just decided I'm having a girl," said Malfoy.
Harry was going to kill him. No, he'd have to wait until after the baby was born. "Out of all I just said," he gritted, "what you took from it was the baby's gender."
Malfoy shrugged.
Harry turned and walked out, fisting his hands in his hair.
"Don't you dare skive off, Potter," Malfoy's voice floated out of the nursery. "You're meant to be helping me."
Harry took a few deep breaths and counted to ten. He forced his hands to unclench and returned to the nursery. "Malfoy, the nursery has to be next door to your room," he said, keeping his voice even. "The baby will require you to get up a few times during the night to take care of him or her. Babies are not toys; they need to be cared for, especially when they're newborns."
"Have you forgotten that I plan to hire a nanny, and that you're going to pay for it?"
"No, but I'd forgotten what a selfish twat you are!"
Malfoy shoved Harry. "Take that back, you four-eyed git!"
Harry restrained himself from giving Malfoy a push. Instead, he poked him in the chest. "Ferret face!"
Malfoy gasped and reeled back, one hand clutched to his chest.
Instantly, Harry was contrite. "Did I hurt you?" he blurted, rushing forward to offer comfort.
Malfoy took a hasty step back. "You...you poked my nipple," he grumbled. "My nipples are very sensitive right now."
Those words rushed straight to Harry's cock. He should have been ashamed of himself, but he was too aroused. "I'm sorry," said Harry, sidling closer to Malfoy. "That was very rude of me. Shall I rub it to make it better?"
This time, it was Malfoy who was at a loss for words. His lips parted, and his hand fell to his side.
Harry took advantage to reach out and rub a gentle thumb over Malfoy's turgid nipple. Malfoy moaned and swayed closer, and Harry wrapped his free arm around Malfoy's waist to steady him.
"Does that feel better?"
"Ye-es..."
"Shall I kiss it, just to be sure?"
"Oh, yes..."
~*~
"Get off of me, you brute."
Harry raised his head and frowned. "That's not what you said when I was sucking your little pink nipples and shagging you. Ouch!" he yelped when his comment earned him a slap to the back of the head.
"You took shameless advantage of me," Malfoy complained, shoving against Harry's shoulders.
Harry grumbled and rolled away, staring up at the ceiling as he tucked himself in and put his clothing to rights.
Malfoy sat up and gathered his own scattered clothing.
"At least we've christened the nursery," said Harry.
Malfoy paused in the act of buttoning his shirt to sneer at Harry. "I thought you were going to insist I relocate the nursery."
"No, I have a better idea," said Harry. "I'm going to move in and take the room next to nursery."
Regrettable Decision 5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Implied sex
Word count: 940
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 kitty_fic, who asked for more of Regrettable Decision with nipple play.
Summary: Harry and Malfoy argue about the nursery...and then they christen it.
Harry Apparated into a narrow alley. He walked out and tugged his collar up against the fine, drizzling mist that greeted him. Harry set a brisk pace, and in less than three minutes, he reached his destination. He stood on the pavement and double-checked the address he'd been given.
Harry looked up at the imposing edifice, then triple-checked the address.
Malfoy had claimed he lived in a simple townhouse, but this was a mansion. Compared to Malfoy Manor, however, this home probably could be considered "simple".
Harry gave a slight shake of his head and ascended the four steps to the front door. He knocked once and stepped back to wait.
And wait
Finally, as Harry was reaching to knock again, the door opened.
"Potter, it's high time you got here," snapped Malfoy.
Harry's spine stiffened. "It's high time you answered the bloody door," he shot back. Harry barged in past Malfoy and took a good look around. Of course, Malfoy's home was magnificent. Harry hated it on sight. It was too perfect.
"Hang your manky coat in the cupboard," said Malfoy, indicating the cupboard with the wave of a hand. "I'll show you where I intend to set up the nursery."
Harry obediently shed his coat and hung it up before following Malfoy up the winding staircase. His host turned left and led Harry down a long corridor. Malfoy stepped through an open door, and Harry followed him.
Harry took a good look around. The room was large and bright, with natural light coming in through the windows. "This seems nice," Harry commented. He moved back to the doorway and peered right and left. Harry stepped back inside and asked, "Where is your bedroom?"
Malfoy's nose rose to lofty heights. "That is none of your business, Potter," he sneered. "You won't be seeing the inside of it."
Harry's eyes flashed with temper. "I wasn't trying to finagle an invitation into your bed, Malfoy."
"Why not?" Malfoy challenged. "It's obvious you want me."
Harry was about to argue, then decided it wasn't worth it. "I asked, because I want to know how close your room is to the nursery."
"Oh," Malfoy responded.
Did he sound a trifle disappointed?
"My suite is all the way at the opposite end of the hallway," said Malfoy. "I can't have my beauty sleep disturbed by a mewling infant."
Harry's mouth fell open. He could only sputter for a moment before he regained speech. "That's outrageous!" Harry bellowed. "You're the baby's parent! It's your job to wake up and take care of him!"
"Her."
Once again, Harry was at a loss for words. "Sorry?" he managed.
"I've just decided I'm having a girl," said Malfoy.
Harry was going to kill him. No, he'd have to wait until after the baby was born. "Out of all I just said," he gritted, "what you took from it was the baby's gender."
Malfoy shrugged.
Harry turned and walked out, fisting his hands in his hair.
"Don't you dare skive off, Potter," Malfoy's voice floated out of the nursery. "You're meant to be helping me."
Harry took a few deep breaths and counted to ten. He forced his hands to unclench and returned to the nursery. "Malfoy, the nursery has to be next door to your room," he said, keeping his voice even. "The baby will require you to get up a few times during the night to take care of him or her. Babies are not toys; they need to be cared for, especially when they're newborns."
"Have you forgotten that I plan to hire a nanny, and that you're going to pay for it?"
"No, but I'd forgotten what a selfish twat you are!"
Malfoy shoved Harry. "Take that back, you four-eyed git!"
Harry restrained himself from giving Malfoy a push. Instead, he poked him in the chest. "Ferret face!"
Malfoy gasped and reeled back, one hand clutched to his chest.
Instantly, Harry was contrite. "Did I hurt you?" he blurted, rushing forward to offer comfort.
Malfoy took a hasty step back. "You...you poked my nipple," he grumbled. "My nipples are very sensitive right now."
Those words rushed straight to Harry's cock. He should have been ashamed of himself, but he was too aroused. "I'm sorry," said Harry, sidling closer to Malfoy. "That was very rude of me. Shall I rub it to make it better?"
This time, it was Malfoy who was at a loss for words. His lips parted, and his hand fell to his side.
Harry took advantage to reach out and rub a gentle thumb over Malfoy's turgid nipple. Malfoy moaned and swayed closer, and Harry wrapped his free arm around Malfoy's waist to steady him.
"Does that feel better?"
"Ye-es..."
"Shall I kiss it, just to be sure?"
"Oh, yes..."
~*~
"Get off of me, you brute."
Harry raised his head and frowned. "That's not what you said when I was sucking your little pink nipples and shagging you. Ouch!" he yelped when his comment earned him a slap to the back of the head.
"You took shameless advantage of me," Malfoy complained, shoving against Harry's shoulders.
Harry grumbled and rolled away, staring up at the ceiling as he tucked himself in and put his clothing to rights.
Malfoy sat up and gathered his own scattered clothing.
"At least we've christened the nursery," said Harry.
Malfoy paused in the act of buttoning his shirt to sneer at Harry. "I thought you were going to insist I relocate the nursery."
"No, I have a better idea," said Harry. "I'm going to move in and take the room next to nursery."
Regrettable Decision 5