Purring Section
Title: Purring Section From my Annalise verse
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Lucius/Narcissa, ofcs
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for sw33tch3rrypi3, in thanks for the beta work on my 2019 dracotops_harry fic. She asked for an update to my Annalise arc.
Summary: When the girls are away, fathers will play.
Harry had cast a modified Tempus that was counting down the time. He glanced at it frequently as he paced the master suite. Fortunately, it was a large suite. When the time finally reached zero, Harry dashed into the en suite to retrieve Draco's pregnancy test, while Draco himself lounged on their bed, calmly reading a Potions periodical.
Harry emerged a moment later, looking glum. "We're not pregnant," he mumbled.
Draco flicked a glance up at him. "I tried to tell you."
Harry sighed and sat down heavily next to his husband. "Do you realize what this means?"
"It means I'm not up the duff."
"No...well, yes, but what I meant was that it means we need to keep trying," said Harry, stroking his hand up Draco's thigh.
Crack!
"Ow!" Harry yelped.
"First of all, you fail at constant vigilance, Auror Potter, and second, we need to get ready for dinner with my parents."
Harry made a pretense of cradling the hand he'd gotten smacked as he heaved himself upright. He grumbled beneath his breath as he trudged to the walk-in closet to choose something to wear.
"There's a silver lining in this, you know," Draco called from behind Harry.
"Yeah?"
"Mum and Father have agreed to keep the girls tonight and bring them back tomorrow after lunch."
Harry's outlook brightened immediately. "Yeah!"
~*~
"I told Gremmie 'No', but he didn't listen until Pixie bopped him on the ear with her paw, like this: Bam bam!"
"Annalise!" Draco scolded as his daughter's illustrative gesticulation nearly knocked over her glass of water.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she muttered, folding her hands in her lap.
"Finish your dinner, poppet, but be more careful," Harry admonished.
"Okay, Papa."
"I'm eatin' my dinner, Papa, see?"
"Very good, snip," said Harry, "but please don't talk with food in your mouth." He turned his head to see Narcissa trying to quell a grin. "At least you only had Draco to deal with," Harry said to her.
"I always wished we would have had another, but I can see that I may have regretted it," Narcissa said. "Draco was enough of a handful."
"I'm right here, Mother."
"Ignore her, son," Lucius advised. "Have the two of you considered having another?"
Harry's eyes flew to Draco in time to see him stuff another bite of food in his gob. Harry was left to answer the question. "Er, we've discussed it," he admitted. When Narcissa beamed and opened her mouth, Harry cleared his throat and cut his gaze to Annalise and Airilyn.
Narcissa subsided with a small nod.
"Apologies," said Harry. "We'd rather not field endless questions unless we have to."
Narcissa graciously changed the subject by asking the girls what they would like to do that evening, once their fathers left.
~*~
"Your father asks too many questions."
"He'd like a grandson," Draco said by way of response. He'd toed off his shoes and was unknotting his tie. He removed it and went to return it to his bureau.
"Keep that out," Harry said quickly.
Draco raised a brow. "Deviant."
"We have the house to ourselves tonight, Draco," Harry reminded him. "In fact, I should bang you over the kitchen table just for old time's sake."
Draco pretended to consider it. "I'm not keen on the kitchen table, but I'm game for sex on the sofa."
Harry's fingers stilled on his buttons. "Well, what are we waiting for? I'll race you to the sofa!"
~*~
"Whose idea was this?"
"Yours," Harry mumbled.
"No, it wasn't...okay, yes, I reckon it was," Draco sighed in defeat. He was currently entwined on the sofa with his husband, while two curious cats looked on from the back of the sofa. "I didn't count on having an audience."
"You enjoy performing, you slag. Ouch!" Harry frowned and rubbed his ribs, where Draco's pointy elbow had jabbed him.
Draco wriggled until he was able to sit up. "Perhaps we should take this up to bed, where it's more comfortable, and where we won't have our own cheering section."
"Our own purring section, more like," Harry observed. Indeed, Pixie and Gremlin were both currently purring from their perch. Harry got up, groaning at the twinge in his back. He then grinned and held out a hand to Draco. It hadn't been their most comfortable shag, but it had been worth it.
Draco accepted Harry's assistance in rising from the sofa. He balked when Harry used the grip on his hand to begin leading him to the staircase. "What about our clothes?"
"Leave them," Harry said flippantly. "We'll pick them up tomorrow morning, before the girls get home and after I've banged you over the kitchen table."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Lucius/Narcissa, ofcs
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for sw33tch3rrypi3, in thanks for the beta work on my 2019 dracotops_harry fic. She asked for an update to my Annalise arc.
Summary: When the girls are away, fathers will play.
Harry had cast a modified Tempus that was counting down the time. He glanced at it frequently as he paced the master suite. Fortunately, it was a large suite. When the time finally reached zero, Harry dashed into the en suite to retrieve Draco's pregnancy test, while Draco himself lounged on their bed, calmly reading a Potions periodical.
Harry emerged a moment later, looking glum. "We're not pregnant," he mumbled.
Draco flicked a glance up at him. "I tried to tell you."
Harry sighed and sat down heavily next to his husband. "Do you realize what this means?"
"It means I'm not up the duff."
"No...well, yes, but what I meant was that it means we need to keep trying," said Harry, stroking his hand up Draco's thigh.
Crack!
"Ow!" Harry yelped.
"First of all, you fail at constant vigilance, Auror Potter, and second, we need to get ready for dinner with my parents."
Harry made a pretense of cradling the hand he'd gotten smacked as he heaved himself upright. He grumbled beneath his breath as he trudged to the walk-in closet to choose something to wear.
"There's a silver lining in this, you know," Draco called from behind Harry.
"Yeah?"
"Mum and Father have agreed to keep the girls tonight and bring them back tomorrow after lunch."
Harry's outlook brightened immediately. "Yeah!"
~*~
"I told Gremmie 'No', but he didn't listen until Pixie bopped him on the ear with her paw, like this: Bam bam!"
"Annalise!" Draco scolded as his daughter's illustrative gesticulation nearly knocked over her glass of water.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she muttered, folding her hands in her lap.
"Finish your dinner, poppet, but be more careful," Harry admonished.
"Okay, Papa."
"I'm eatin' my dinner, Papa, see?"
"Very good, snip," said Harry, "but please don't talk with food in your mouth." He turned his head to see Narcissa trying to quell a grin. "At least you only had Draco to deal with," Harry said to her.
"I always wished we would have had another, but I can see that I may have regretted it," Narcissa said. "Draco was enough of a handful."
"I'm right here, Mother."
"Ignore her, son," Lucius advised. "Have the two of you considered having another?"
Harry's eyes flew to Draco in time to see him stuff another bite of food in his gob. Harry was left to answer the question. "Er, we've discussed it," he admitted. When Narcissa beamed and opened her mouth, Harry cleared his throat and cut his gaze to Annalise and Airilyn.
Narcissa subsided with a small nod.
"Apologies," said Harry. "We'd rather not field endless questions unless we have to."
Narcissa graciously changed the subject by asking the girls what they would like to do that evening, once their fathers left.
~*~
"Your father asks too many questions."
"He'd like a grandson," Draco said by way of response. He'd toed off his shoes and was unknotting his tie. He removed it and went to return it to his bureau.
"Keep that out," Harry said quickly.
Draco raised a brow. "Deviant."
"We have the house to ourselves tonight, Draco," Harry reminded him. "In fact, I should bang you over the kitchen table just for old time's sake."
Draco pretended to consider it. "I'm not keen on the kitchen table, but I'm game for sex on the sofa."
Harry's fingers stilled on his buttons. "Well, what are we waiting for? I'll race you to the sofa!"
~*~
"Whose idea was this?"
"Yours," Harry mumbled.
"No, it wasn't...okay, yes, I reckon it was," Draco sighed in defeat. He was currently entwined on the sofa with his husband, while two curious cats looked on from the back of the sofa. "I didn't count on having an audience."
"You enjoy performing, you slag. Ouch!" Harry frowned and rubbed his ribs, where Draco's pointy elbow had jabbed him.
Draco wriggled until he was able to sit up. "Perhaps we should take this up to bed, where it's more comfortable, and where we won't have our own cheering section."
"Our own purring section, more like," Harry observed. Indeed, Pixie and Gremlin were both currently purring from their perch. Harry got up, groaning at the twinge in his back. He then grinned and held out a hand to Draco. It hadn't been their most comfortable shag, but it had been worth it.
Draco accepted Harry's assistance in rising from the sofa. He balked when Harry used the grip on his hand to begin leading him to the staircase. "What about our clothes?"
"Leave them," Harry said flippantly. "We'll pick them up tomorrow morning, before the girls get home and after I've banged you over the kitchen table."