Harry's Ulterior Motives
Title: Harry's Ulterior Motives From my Annalise verse
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofcs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 815
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 sw33tch3rrypi3, who requested more of Annalise arc
Summary: Harry has ulterior motives.
After leaving the Ministry, Harry cast a Glamour over himself and went to Tesco's. There, he purchased a dozen pregnancy tests, gave the wide-eyed cashier a cheeky wink, and returned home. Harry barely made it through the front door when he was nearly trampled by Gremlin, who was being chased by Pixie.
"Gah! You manic cats! Annalise, Pixie is getting into trouble again!"
Annalise peered out of the lounge. "Hi, Papa. Where is she?"
"She and Gremlin ran up the stairs."
Annalise skipped to the foot of the stairs. "Pixie! Gremmie!" she yelled.
"Please use your indoor voice, Poppet."
Harry toed off his boots, hung his Auror robe in the cupboard and headed for the lounge. He was nearly trampled again when the cats raced down the stairs and darted under his feet on their own way to the lounge. "Bloody hell!"
"Papa, use your indoor voice," chided Annalise. "And don't use bad words."
Thoroughly chastened, Harry slunk into the lounge.
"Papa!" squealed Airilyn as soon as she saw him. She rushed over, and Harry scooped her up and tossed her into the air.
"Hello, Snip," he greeted her with a happy smile.
"Again, Papa!" she giggled.
Harry tossed her up in the air once more.
"Harry, if she gets sick, you'll be doing the cleaning."
Harry shot a guilty glance at his husband and set their youngest down. "Er, what's for dinner?"
"Daddy's makin' a roast beet," said Airilyn.
"Roast beet?" Harry repeated. "Yuck!"
"Daddy's making roast beef, not beet," declared Annalise. She sounded so much like Hermione in that moment that Harry couldn't help but chuckle. He turned his attention to Draco.
"Can I help with anything?"
"I'll have you make the gravy," said Draco. "Mine always has lumps in it."
Airilyn crinkled her nose. "Yuck."
~*~
Once dinner was eaten and the dishes had been cleared and washed, Harry and Draco and the girls repaired to the lounge to relax. Even Pixie and Gremlin had calmed down and were dozing on opposite arms of the sofa. Harry and Draco took turns reading stories until their daughters' eyes grew heavy.
Harry finished the story he was reading and closed the book. "Okay, my little princesses," he said. "It's time for bed." Predictably, both Annalise and Airilyn whined in protest, but Harry was having none of it. "Bedtime. Now," he said firmly.
Harry stood up, hoisted Airilyn into his arms, and herded Annalise to the stairs. The cats rose, yawned, stretched, and followed. It was a veritable parade up the steps, with Draco bringing up the rear. Harry turned to him at the top of the stairs.
"Why don't you draw yourself a nice, relaxing bath?" he suggested with a waggle of his brows. "I'll get the crumb catchers settled-"
"'M'not a crumb catcher, Papa."
"...and join you for bed."
Draco's eyes lit up at the idea, and he didn't argue as he padded in the direction of the master suite, while Harry shooed Annalise to her room and carried Airilyn into hers. He changed his daughter into a pink nightgown and tucked her into bed. Gremlin hopped up and curled against her side.
"Don't wanna go to bed," Airilyn sulked.
"You have to," Harry told her. "Gremmie is tired, and it's your job to keep him warm at night, okay?"
Airilyn patted her cat and sighed. "Okay, Papa."
Harry kissed her forehead, turned out the light, and pulled the door most of the way closed behind him. Gremlin needed to be able to come and go as he saw fit. Next, Harry peered into Annalise's room. She had already donned her nightgown and was clambering into bed. Pixie waited for her on the pillow next to Annalise's. Harry made sure the covers were drawn up to his daughter's chin, gave her a kiss, and said, "Goodnight, Poppet."
"Night, Papa."
Harry repeated the process of turning out the light and closing the door but for a gap of a few inches.
"Papa, I'm thirsty."
"No, you're not. Go to sleep, young lady."
Harry went back downstairs and retrieved the pregnancy tests before making his way into the master bedroom. He could hear faint splashes from the en suite, letting him know that Draco was still enjoying his bath. Harry tucked a pregnancy test under Draco's pillow, hid another one in the top drawer of his bureau, and slid another into one of his favorite shoes. The rest, he hid in his own bureau, intending to secrete them in other odd places later.
Harry changed into pyjamas before barging into the bathroom. He leaned against the vanity and grinned at Draco. "Enjoying your bath?"
"Mm, yes," Draco replied on a happy sigh.
"Are you too tired to practice making babies later?"
"Ah, I should have known you had ulterior motives," mused Draco.
"That, I did, love," Harry admitted. His husband didn't know the half of his ulterior motives.
Eager and Excited
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofcs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 815
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 sw33tch3rrypi3, who requested more of Annalise arc
Summary: Harry has ulterior motives.
After leaving the Ministry, Harry cast a Glamour over himself and went to Tesco's. There, he purchased a dozen pregnancy tests, gave the wide-eyed cashier a cheeky wink, and returned home. Harry barely made it through the front door when he was nearly trampled by Gremlin, who was being chased by Pixie.
"Gah! You manic cats! Annalise, Pixie is getting into trouble again!"
Annalise peered out of the lounge. "Hi, Papa. Where is she?"
"She and Gremlin ran up the stairs."
Annalise skipped to the foot of the stairs. "Pixie! Gremmie!" she yelled.
"Please use your indoor voice, Poppet."
Harry toed off his boots, hung his Auror robe in the cupboard and headed for the lounge. He was nearly trampled again when the cats raced down the stairs and darted under his feet on their own way to the lounge. "Bloody hell!"
"Papa, use your indoor voice," chided Annalise. "And don't use bad words."
Thoroughly chastened, Harry slunk into the lounge.
"Papa!" squealed Airilyn as soon as she saw him. She rushed over, and Harry scooped her up and tossed her into the air.
"Hello, Snip," he greeted her with a happy smile.
"Again, Papa!" she giggled.
Harry tossed her up in the air once more.
"Harry, if she gets sick, you'll be doing the cleaning."
Harry shot a guilty glance at his husband and set their youngest down. "Er, what's for dinner?"
"Daddy's makin' a roast beet," said Airilyn.
"Roast beet?" Harry repeated. "Yuck!"
"Daddy's making roast beef, not beet," declared Annalise. She sounded so much like Hermione in that moment that Harry couldn't help but chuckle. He turned his attention to Draco.
"Can I help with anything?"
"I'll have you make the gravy," said Draco. "Mine always has lumps in it."
Airilyn crinkled her nose. "Yuck."
~*~
Once dinner was eaten and the dishes had been cleared and washed, Harry and Draco and the girls repaired to the lounge to relax. Even Pixie and Gremlin had calmed down and were dozing on opposite arms of the sofa. Harry and Draco took turns reading stories until their daughters' eyes grew heavy.
Harry finished the story he was reading and closed the book. "Okay, my little princesses," he said. "It's time for bed." Predictably, both Annalise and Airilyn whined in protest, but Harry was having none of it. "Bedtime. Now," he said firmly.
Harry stood up, hoisted Airilyn into his arms, and herded Annalise to the stairs. The cats rose, yawned, stretched, and followed. It was a veritable parade up the steps, with Draco bringing up the rear. Harry turned to him at the top of the stairs.
"Why don't you draw yourself a nice, relaxing bath?" he suggested with a waggle of his brows. "I'll get the crumb catchers settled-"
"'M'not a crumb catcher, Papa."
"...and join you for bed."
Draco's eyes lit up at the idea, and he didn't argue as he padded in the direction of the master suite, while Harry shooed Annalise to her room and carried Airilyn into hers. He changed his daughter into a pink nightgown and tucked her into bed. Gremlin hopped up and curled against her side.
"Don't wanna go to bed," Airilyn sulked.
"You have to," Harry told her. "Gremmie is tired, and it's your job to keep him warm at night, okay?"
Airilyn patted her cat and sighed. "Okay, Papa."
Harry kissed her forehead, turned out the light, and pulled the door most of the way closed behind him. Gremlin needed to be able to come and go as he saw fit. Next, Harry peered into Annalise's room. She had already donned her nightgown and was clambering into bed. Pixie waited for her on the pillow next to Annalise's. Harry made sure the covers were drawn up to his daughter's chin, gave her a kiss, and said, "Goodnight, Poppet."
"Night, Papa."
Harry repeated the process of turning out the light and closing the door but for a gap of a few inches.
"Papa, I'm thirsty."
"No, you're not. Go to sleep, young lady."
Harry went back downstairs and retrieved the pregnancy tests before making his way into the master bedroom. He could hear faint splashes from the en suite, letting him know that Draco was still enjoying his bath. Harry tucked a pregnancy test under Draco's pillow, hid another one in the top drawer of his bureau, and slid another into one of his favorite shoes. The rest, he hid in his own bureau, intending to secrete them in other odd places later.
Harry changed into pyjamas before barging into the bathroom. He leaned against the vanity and grinned at Draco. "Enjoying your bath?"
"Mm, yes," Draco replied on a happy sigh.
"Are you too tired to practice making babies later?"
"Ah, I should have known you had ulterior motives," mused Draco.
"That, I did, love," Harry admitted. His husband didn't know the half of his ulterior motives.
Eager and Excited