Spectator Sport
Title: Spectator Sport From my Annalise verse
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Airilyn
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Bathroom humor
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #182 - selective
Summary: There's no respite for royalty.
Harry was the King of the Castle, and he was currently ensconced on his throne. Never mind that said throne was made of porcelain. It meant that Harry was at least the King of the Loo. He'd dropped trou and settled in for the duration, armed with a Quidditch magazine for his reading pleasure.
The door to the en suite creaked open, and Airilyn poked her head inside. "What are you doing, Papa?" she asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
Harry's face heated up, and he hastily covered himself with the handy magazine. "Erm, I'm going potty, Snip."
Her tiny nose wrinkled. "It's stinky in here, Papa," she pronounced.
Harry wondered if he could flush himself to the Ministry as a means to escape this latest quandary. "Where's your Daddy?" he asked. "He's supposed to be taking care of you."
Airilyn shrugged and replied, "I don't know." She wandered farther into the bathroom.
This was becoming more awkward by the moment.
"Why don't you go back downstairs and play with Gremlin?" Harry suggested. Airilyn and her kitten were almost inseparable.
"He's takin' a nap."
"Okay, then go find Daddy and tell him that Papa says he's in trouble for not keeping an eye on you," Harry said sternly. Airilyn only giggled in response. Clearly, the King was no longer the boss in his own castle.
"Airilyn?" Draco's voice sounded like he was at the bottom of the stairs. "Where are you, Pumpkin?"
Airilyn turned and ran from the master bath, yelling, "Daddy, Papa says you're in trouble!"
"Oh, he does, does he?" Draco rumbled. "Well, you can tell Papa..." His voice faded away as he collected his missing daughter.
Harry released his breath and muttered to himself about setting some selective wards at the master bedroom. He might even set them to prevent Draco from entering. It would serve him right.
Moments later, Draco peered into the en suite. "I'm sorry, Harry," he said. "I swear, I only left Airilyn unattended for two minutes. I didn't realize she'd come upstairs and barge in on you."
Harry scowled up at his husband. "Had I known that releasing a dungbomb was a spectator sport, I would have sold tickets."
Baby Making Process
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Airilyn
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Bathroom humor
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #182 - selective
Summary: There's no respite for royalty.
Harry was the King of the Castle, and he was currently ensconced on his throne. Never mind that said throne was made of porcelain. It meant that Harry was at least the King of the Loo. He'd dropped trou and settled in for the duration, armed with a Quidditch magazine for his reading pleasure.
The door to the en suite creaked open, and Airilyn poked her head inside. "What are you doing, Papa?" she asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
Harry's face heated up, and he hastily covered himself with the handy magazine. "Erm, I'm going potty, Snip."
Her tiny nose wrinkled. "It's stinky in here, Papa," she pronounced.
Harry wondered if he could flush himself to the Ministry as a means to escape this latest quandary. "Where's your Daddy?" he asked. "He's supposed to be taking care of you."
Airilyn shrugged and replied, "I don't know." She wandered farther into the bathroom.
This was becoming more awkward by the moment.
"Why don't you go back downstairs and play with Gremlin?" Harry suggested. Airilyn and her kitten were almost inseparable.
"He's takin' a nap."
"Okay, then go find Daddy and tell him that Papa says he's in trouble for not keeping an eye on you," Harry said sternly. Airilyn only giggled in response. Clearly, the King was no longer the boss in his own castle.
"Airilyn?" Draco's voice sounded like he was at the bottom of the stairs. "Where are you, Pumpkin?"
Airilyn turned and ran from the master bath, yelling, "Daddy, Papa says you're in trouble!"
"Oh, he does, does he?" Draco rumbled. "Well, you can tell Papa..." His voice faded away as he collected his missing daughter.
Harry released his breath and muttered to himself about setting some selective wards at the master bedroom. He might even set them to prevent Draco from entering. It would serve him right.
Moments later, Draco peered into the en suite. "I'm sorry, Harry," he said. "I swear, I only left Airilyn unattended for two minutes. I didn't realize she'd come upstairs and barge in on you."
Harry scowled up at his husband. "Had I known that releasing a dungbomb was a spectator sport, I would have sold tickets."
Baby Making Process