The Malfoy-Potter Family Drabbles 9
Title: The Malfoy-Potter Family (9/?)
Author: hpgeek512
Word count: 1,910
Summary: Drabbles of the everyay lives of the Malfoy-Potter family
Pairings: DM/HP, SS/JP, BZ/?, LM/NM ;)
Warnings: none really, just maybe some slash sex in later chapters. Severitus. oh and it's non-magic
Feedback: comments would be nice ;)
It’s Snowin’ Guys!
A/N-So, I’m not sure how long this story is going to turn out to be. I’ve been thinking about having it run until the kids have gone through and finished high school, but that also seems a bit long… but then again it kind of doesn’t. Yo no se (‘I don’t know’ in Spanish), what would you guys like to see?
Thanks for those who reviewed! ;)
“Come on!” whispered a pajama clad Nathan. He slowly turned the knob to his parent’s room, careful to not let go too quickly and alert the two curled up sleeping figures on the massive seemingly bed in the middle of the dark room.
Two identical blonde haired boys exaggerated tip-toeing across the room to opposite sides of the bed. Alex smiled widely at his Daddy’s bare back and wild black tuff of hair, kneeling onto the bed. He readied to pounce when he noticed his other half standing nervously beside the bed, twisting his cotton shirt.
Alex sighed exasperatedly, “Nathan we’ve done this millions of times! We’re six now, stop being a scaredy cat!”
Nathan frowned at his brother, sticking out his tongue.
“Unless you want me to cut that off, I suggest you put it back where it goes.”
Nathan’s breath caught as his hazel eyes snapped to his Papa’s relaxed face. His eyes were still closed so Nathan began to think he’d imagined-
“What are you two doing up so early anyways?” Harry untangled his legs from his lovers, reaching over and pulling his second oldest son to him. His voice was thick and rough with sleep.
“It’s Christmas Daddy!” Alex, forgetting his annoyance at his brother, straddled his groggy father.
“We always wake up extra early on Christmas.” Nathan said, now laying comfortably between his parents, his back to his Papa’s bare chest. He hugged the pale long arm that was curled around him.
Draco yawned and smiled at his first babies. “Well, did you manage to break your record this year?”
The twins nodded their heads. “Uh-huh. The clock said 4-3-7.”
Harry groaned and flung an arm across his eyes; He and Draco had been up all night placing hidden gifts from around different parts of the house under their big green “kissmas twee” and stuffing eight red and white stockings with little toys and organic candies (anything non-organic was not allowed in the household…that rule was all Draco. Harry took no credit). Draco, for once, hadn’t had to worry about cooking Christmas dinner this year since his parents (who had flown from London for the holidays) and Harry’s parents were preparing everything for their huge family.
“Last year we woke up at five…something.” Nathan said. “I can’t remember.”
“I believe it was 5:40 exactly. But it’s still entirely too early to open any presents. You didn’t look in your stockings, did you boys?” Draco, even though dead tired, managed to make his voice stern.
Nathan and Alex’s eyes widened a fraction as looked at each other. They both looked at their parent’s faces and seeing both pairs of eyes closed, decided to say “N..”
“Santa Clause is still watching for next year…” Harry sang softly, interrupting the twins before they could get out their lie. Draco smirked at his husband, even though he knew he wouldn’t see it.
“It was only a peak --” Alex began worriedly.
“-we promise!” Nathan finished hurriedly.
“Hmm.” Draco breathed deeply. “Well I suppose there’s no harm in a simple peak. But you’re not getting up until later; I don’t want you to wake the babies and you need your rest so lay down and go back to sleep.” Harry snorted. “You too Potter.”
The twins made little protest as all four settled comfortably in the warm bed and drifted back to sleep.
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*6:37 a.m.*
Harry finished taping the last of the children’s names to the carpeted floor in the family room. He’d suggested to his lover that since the babies were old enough to walk and talk and have small opinions, that it’d be easier for each child to have their own spot and area for them to have their space and not have to fight for dominance or for who’s present is who’s. (As all parents do, they’d had to learn the hard way last Christmas…such great memories that one was).
Harry removed the safety gate around the tree (another learned aspect from past years) and placed it in the corner. He walked into the kitchen to find the most wonderful Christmas present; Draco bent beautifully over, sliding a tray into the oven. His hips were tilted to the side, his left knee bent slightly creating a position that just begged to be taken roughly and slowly at the same time.
Harry went over quietly as to not alert his other of his presence. Just as Draco satisfyingly closed the heated oven, Harry bluntly grabbed the nice rounded buttock with is right hand while his other slid slowly under the evergreen long sleeved cotton shirt and over the perfectly formed abs.
Draco gasped as he felt that familiar body press up against his back. He pressed an oven mitt clad hand over the one under his shirt. “Harry, you know the rules.” He warned, desperately trying to listen for little feet.
Harry licked and sucked the pale neck that was becoming increasingly easier to access. “But I really want to open my present now.” He whined playfully.
Draco was becoming alarmingly aroused quickly, but he really wasn’t all to shocked since he’d hadn’t any release for days. But… “Did you put the gate at the top of the stairs?”
“Mmhhmm.” Harry moved the hand that was abusing pert nipples to the rock hard member. He squeezed and swiped his thumb over the leaking head.
Draco was now panting opened-mouthed and leaning his head back on Harry’s shoulder. “Har…ry…yesrighthere.” Draco hurriedly slipped off the yellow mitt and turned in his husband’s arms. His cheeks were flushed cutely as he pushed up the rimless glasses into the ebony mess that was hair and allowed the deep kiss that was pressed to his lips.
“And what about the twins?” Draco breathed into the sweet mouth.
“Still sleeping in our bed Dray, now stop worrying!” Harry hoisted the blonde up, feeling long legs wrap around his waist, and set him on the cleared counter top.
“Fuck Harry, I want you so much right now…” Draco’s skin was flushed all over as his breaths came out in short shallow puffs.
Harry quirked a smile up at the Brit and lightly nudged his thigh so he could slip down the loose grey pajama pants. “You’re so beautiful babe.”
“Yes, yes I know.” Draco’s hips bucked involuntarily. “Now, please do something before I explode!”
Harry had to lean down a bit, but was able to wrap his pink lips around his favorite red hot prick comfortably.
“Mmm, gods yes baby… like that.” Grey eyes closed at the blissful feeling. Draco buried his long elegant fingers in Harry’s hair and forced his head back and forth, spreading his legs wider.
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“I think it kissmas time now guys.” Jacob and Hayden were both decked out in thick green cotton pajamas that were littered with white holiday lights.
“You not ‘sposed to be in hea.” Hope, dressed like her brother’s except in red, was already wide awake and jumping on her bed. Her black hair was put in a messy bun and sitting on top of her head. Her sisters lay in their beds still, observing the others.
“We know dat, but it kissmas now!” Jacob said while jumping onto Leelah’s bed. She squealed and giggled. Bethany groggily untangled herself from the thick comforter, her hair in a wild mess and went over to the pink potty in the corner by the dresser, pulling down her pants.
“Hey guys!” Hayden shouted at the tumbling pair on the floor and his jubilant sister on the bed. “Guys!”
Hope, Bethany, Leelah and Jacob stopped at looked at their brother. “What?”
“Les go down tairs.” Hayden said and ran out of the purple room, with a Hope, Jacob and Leelah running after him happily and a frustrated Bethany screaming after them to wait for her.
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“Gah! Move!”
“Stop kicking me!”
“Well stop getting in my way!”
Rustling of sheets and then a thud.
“…I’m telling Papa!” Alex picked himself up off the floor and ran towards the closed doors.
“Nah-ah!” Nathan yelled back and went after his twin.
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“Did you hear that?” Draco broke the wet kiss, a strand of saliva breaking and landing on his chin. His pants were still around his ankles.
Harry stopped mid lick and listened. Hearing nothing, he went back to his main focus.
Draco surrendered.
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Two boys stampeded down the long the steps, ignoring the cries of the two-year olds wanting to be let out. “Wait!” Alex suddenly stopped on the last step, causing Nathan to run into him.
“Alex!”
Alex looked back at his brother with a serious, yet excited. “We forgot to check if Santa ate the cookies Nate! Come on!”
Nathan rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics and followed.
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“Damn, I know you heard that!” Draco pushed his husband away and slipped off of the counter, quickly pulling up his grey pants.
“Papa look!”
“Santa ate all the cookies--”
“-and milk!”
Nathan slowly lowered the crumb covered plate as got a look at his parent’s flushed faces. “Umm…” he shared a glance at his brother. “Are you o.k.?”
“Yeah, why is your face so red Papa?” Alex walked forward, placing the empty plastic cup on the counter and going over to hug his papa. He breathed deeply and looked up into grey eyes, his chin resting on the flat stomach. He scrunched up his nose. “You smell funny Papa.”
Draco, if it was even possible, flushed even more.
“Boy’s, why don’t you go get your stockings down from the fireplace.” Harry said, saving his love from more embarrassment. Draco let out a relieved breath.
“Really?! We can look in them without the babies?” Nathan was fidgeting to get his hands on his stocking. He and his brother never got to do anything without their younger brothers and sisters.
“Yes really, now off you go.” Draco patted Alex’s head and sent him off. “Alex, don’t push your brother.”
Draco ran a hand through his white blonde locks and looked at his grinning husband. He softly cuffed him on the side of the head. “It isn’t funny Potter.” He got a dish towel, winding it up and whipping it out, snapping Harry’s butt. “Now, go release your children before they break down the gate.”
Harry put a hand to his left buttock. “A little feisty there Dray.” He nodded approvingly, making his way out of the kitchen. “I like it.”
Shaking his head, Draco couldn’t help the snort of laughter that slipped through his lips. “You’re such a idiot Harry.”
“But you love me!”
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Harry watched his family as he recorded their smiles and exclamations of happiness as they tore into their gifts. A familiar warmth spread across his chest as he watched his husband help his children and share their amazement at every surprise.
Harry zoomed the camera to Lucian, who came toddling over with a new toy in his hand.
“Look Daddy! Look what Santa bringed me!”
Pure Innocence