Secrets to Keep 47
Title: Secrets to Keep 47
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 635
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 hpfan88, who requested more of Secrets to Keep
Summary: Harry and Draco discuss their own wedding plans.
The morning after Astoria and Daniel got married, Harry and Draco ushered their oldest children to the Floo and back to Hogwarts. They didn't get a moment to themselves until Evan was napping, while Carina was playing with Penelope, her Puffskein.
Draco glanced up from the society page in the Daily Prophet. "We need to get busy planning our own wedding."
"Indeed?" drawled Harry, peering over the edge of the sports section. "You haven't exactly asked me to marry you."
Draco chuckled before adopting a serious expression. "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"
Harry dropped his eyes back to the Quidditch scores. "I'll think about it."
"What?!"
Harry hid his grin behind the paper. "Well, what if a better offer comes along?" he asked.
"A better offer?!" bleated Draco. "We've been together nearly twenty years, and we have six--make that eight--children. And, two ex-wives!"
"But that's my point," Harry countered. "Perhaps we should both play the Pitch, while we're single again."
"Merlin, Morgana, and Circe," Draco snapped. "There's no need to plan our wedding. I'll be planning your funeral, instead."
Harry was enjoying himself, until Carina appeared in the parlor and scowled at them. "Are you having a row?" she asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"No," Harry replied.
"Yes," Draco said at the same time.
Carina's eyes widened in dismay.
Employing Slytherin tactics, Draco rushed to get Carina on his side. "Your daddy is being mean to me," he said.
"Daddy, don't be mean," Carina scolded, glaring now at Harry.
"I wasn't being mean," Harry muttered, wondering how his little girl was so adept at channeling her inner Professor McGonagall. "I was only teasing."
"Say you're sorry," instructed Carina, her expression getting even more mulish.
Draco stifled a snort of laughter, and Harry aimed a glare at him. He glanced once more at Carina. She crossed her arms and tapped her small foot. Harry cringed. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "I'm sorry."
Draco smirked, but he was not spared their daughter's ire. Carina turned to him and ordered, "Tell Daddy you accept his apology."
It was Harry's turn to smirk. From behind Carina, he stuck his tongue out at Draco, who rolled his eyes at the childish gesture.
"I accept your apology, Harry," Draco intoned in a solemn voice.
Carina nodded in satisfaction and exited the parlor. Harry and Draco both sighed in relief and slumped in their chairs. They then looked at one another and began to laugh.
"Badger," Harry said, repeating an earlier assessment that Carina was bound for Hufflepuff. He sat up straight and squared his shoulders. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I will be honored to marry you."
Draco shrugged. "I've retracted my offer," he said. "Playing the Pitch was a good idea."
"What?!"
"Shush!" Draco hissed, eyes darting to the doorway. "Do you want to incur Carina's wrath again?"
"You started it," Harry grumbled. "And, for the record, a marriage proposal cannot be retracted, once it's been accepted."
"Poppycock," snorted Draco.
They scowled at one another for a long moment, and then began to chuckle.
"I believe we have a wedding to plan, Mr Malfoy," said Harry.
"That, we do, Mr Potter," agreed Draco.
They stared at each other again.
"Erm, any ideas?" Harry asked.
"Ahem, well, we'll need a guest list," Draco replied. "Oh, and a venue. And an officiant. What else?"
"Rings?" Harry supplied.
"Right! We need rings and dress robes, as well as-"
"Why can't we dress more casually?" asked Harry. "After all, it's a second marriage for both of us."
"You will at least wear a suit and tie," Draco stated in a no-nonsense tone.
Harry subsided into a sulk. "I hate ties. Bloody useless things."
Draco drummed his fingers on the small table. "We'll need food, of course."
That brightened Harry's outlook. "Food means cake!"
Secrets to Keep 48
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 635
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 hpfan88, who requested more of Secrets to Keep
Summary: Harry and Draco discuss their own wedding plans.
The morning after Astoria and Daniel got married, Harry and Draco ushered their oldest children to the Floo and back to Hogwarts. They didn't get a moment to themselves until Evan was napping, while Carina was playing with Penelope, her Puffskein.
Draco glanced up from the society page in the Daily Prophet. "We need to get busy planning our own wedding."
"Indeed?" drawled Harry, peering over the edge of the sports section. "You haven't exactly asked me to marry you."
Draco chuckled before adopting a serious expression. "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"
Harry dropped his eyes back to the Quidditch scores. "I'll think about it."
"What?!"
Harry hid his grin behind the paper. "Well, what if a better offer comes along?" he asked.
"A better offer?!" bleated Draco. "We've been together nearly twenty years, and we have six--make that eight--children. And, two ex-wives!"
"But that's my point," Harry countered. "Perhaps we should both play the Pitch, while we're single again."
"Merlin, Morgana, and Circe," Draco snapped. "There's no need to plan our wedding. I'll be planning your funeral, instead."
Harry was enjoying himself, until Carina appeared in the parlor and scowled at them. "Are you having a row?" she asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"No," Harry replied.
"Yes," Draco said at the same time.
Carina's eyes widened in dismay.
Employing Slytherin tactics, Draco rushed to get Carina on his side. "Your daddy is being mean to me," he said.
"Daddy, don't be mean," Carina scolded, glaring now at Harry.
"I wasn't being mean," Harry muttered, wondering how his little girl was so adept at channeling her inner Professor McGonagall. "I was only teasing."
"Say you're sorry," instructed Carina, her expression getting even more mulish.
Draco stifled a snort of laughter, and Harry aimed a glare at him. He glanced once more at Carina. She crossed her arms and tapped her small foot. Harry cringed. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "I'm sorry."
Draco smirked, but he was not spared their daughter's ire. Carina turned to him and ordered, "Tell Daddy you accept his apology."
It was Harry's turn to smirk. From behind Carina, he stuck his tongue out at Draco, who rolled his eyes at the childish gesture.
"I accept your apology, Harry," Draco intoned in a solemn voice.
Carina nodded in satisfaction and exited the parlor. Harry and Draco both sighed in relief and slumped in their chairs. They then looked at one another and began to laugh.
"Badger," Harry said, repeating an earlier assessment that Carina was bound for Hufflepuff. He sat up straight and squared his shoulders. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I will be honored to marry you."
Draco shrugged. "I've retracted my offer," he said. "Playing the Pitch was a good idea."
"What?!"
"Shush!" Draco hissed, eyes darting to the doorway. "Do you want to incur Carina's wrath again?"
"You started it," Harry grumbled. "And, for the record, a marriage proposal cannot be retracted, once it's been accepted."
"Poppycock," snorted Draco.
They scowled at one another for a long moment, and then began to chuckle.
"I believe we have a wedding to plan, Mr Malfoy," said Harry.
"That, we do, Mr Potter," agreed Draco.
They stared at each other again.
"Erm, any ideas?" Harry asked.
"Ahem, well, we'll need a guest list," Draco replied. "Oh, and a venue. And an officiant. What else?"
"Rings?" Harry supplied.
"Right! We need rings and dress robes, as well as-"
"Why can't we dress more casually?" asked Harry. "After all, it's a second marriage for both of us."
"You will at least wear a suit and tie," Draco stated in a no-nonsense tone.
Harry subsided into a sulk. "I hate ties. Bloody useless things."
Draco drummed his fingers on the small table. "We'll need food, of course."
That brightened Harry's outlook. "Food means cake!"
Secrets to Keep 48