HP/DM: All This And Heaven, Too Ch. 2
Story Title: All This and Heaven Too
Rating: Most chapters will be PG/PG-13. Some will be R/NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, language, sugary fluff, with a dash of angst at the beginning and in the middle.
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author’s notes: This story is for my schmoop_bingo card. I’m going to make an attempt at using all the prompts with this story. I’ll try to post another chapter/prompt every Friday night. The chapters will be between 1K-2K words. I shamelessly stole this title from an old Bette Davis movie that I saw once and loved. This story is completely unrelated. Oh, and it’s unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Prompt: Coming home from a long trip
Word Count: 1204
Ah, travel. Whenever Draco thought of vacations, he always sighed as his mind wandered away.
Going abroad-seeing new things, trying new foods, talking to people from all over the world, and sharing it with Harry was something that Draco enjoyed more than almost anything else in life. He loved sleeping late, ordering room service, having no set agenda, and simply walking out of a hotel to see what the day brought you.
He and Harry had visited several countries during their time together. Apart from sex and Quidditch, going abroad was something they both eagerly enjoyed. Their honeymoon had lasted three months as they roamed the world, carefree wanderers. During the day, they’d take hikes in forests, or visit ancient wonders; maybe they’d enjoy a day of shopping. At night, they’d go out dancing, take in an exotic and often erotic show, or stay in and spend the night exploring each other. Then after they’d finish traveling, they’d come home and spend endless hours discussing what they saw, sharing with family and friends gifts they’d bought, or planning places they’d want to return or see for the first time together.
Without a doubt, Draco savored a good vacation.
Traveling for business though, was another matter. It was ugly, dirty, and rigid. There was no time to see the sights, and you spent half your time sucking up to the client and the other half trying to get an edge on the competition. According to Draco, traveling for business was nothing short of hell on earth.
He’d felt this latest trip had been doubly so what with the fight with Harry and how horribly things had gone trying to get home.
By the time Draco finally trudged through the entrance of Malfoy Manor, it was actually a couple of hours later than he was supposed to have originally arrived. His plan of arriving twelve hours earlier than scheduled had vanished like smoke in the wind the moment he walked out of the hotel barroom where he’d been drinking with Theo.
To begin with, it had taken longer than expected to change his Portkey departure appointment and get an earlier time. The evening slots were all booked and even half-hearted attempts didn’t seem to faze the crews working the portals. Some of the younger ones had never even heard of a Death Eater. How barbaric!
Then when he arrived in London, it was already late morning and there were owls waiting for him from the office that needed immediate attention. He promised himself that he would stop into the office for a few minutes to address the urgent messages when his assistant, Emma, got wind of his arrival and dropped a few more problems onto his desk. It was late afternoon by the time he was able to sneak out of the office. He made a mental note to apologize to his father for not dropping by and giving a brief update.
Now that he was finally home, Draco felt the layer of sweat and grim that covered his skin and seemed to make his once fine clothes all itchy and looking raggedy. As Draco took off his travel cloak and handed it to Bitzy, the house-elf who greeted him, he realized two things. The first was having calculated the time difference, it occurred to him that he’d been awake almost thirty hours. He was exhausted and desperately needed a bath.
The second thing Draco noticed was in all the time he’d been gone, both during the trip and the travel home, he hadn’t heard from Harry once.
In the past, when he had traveled on business, Harry would wait for him at the Portkey terminal. Seeing Harry’s face transform into that brilliant smile that was meant for Draco alone, was almost worth the hassles of business travel.
This time, he knew that Harry wouldn’t be at the terminal to greet him as his arrival time had changed, but still, it had been a few hours since he should have been home. In the past if he were late, Harry would have been down to his office badgering Emma. More than once he had walked into his office to find his assistant on the verge of tears as Harry swooping down on her. Fight or no fight, it Harry would have scoured the earth looking for him.
“Bitzy, do you know where Harry is?” Draco asked as he handed his shrunken luggage to the house-elf.
The widening of the already bulbous eyes, along with the drooping of the ears, told Draco far more than anything that the house-elf was going to say. Something was definitely wrong with Harry.
“I’m sorry, Master Draco, but Master Harry has been sick for the past week. Three days ago, after he fainted-”
“Harry fainted?” Draco exclaimed. His heart began to race at the news. He looked around expecting to find Harry at death’s door. He wanted to run up to their room to see if Harry was there, but the house-elf continued her story. His mind raced with only one question: why hadn’t anyone told him about this earlier?
“Yes, Master Draco, after Master Harry fainted, his friend, Mrs. Granger-Weasley, came to visit. She had a healer come in and look Master Harry over. After that, Master Harry told us he was fine and not to worry about him. We did what he asked, although he has seemed more tired as of late.
“We house-elves thought that he would have told Master Draco. Should Bitzy iron her ears for not having found you and said something?”
Draco could already see the small creature shaking in fear of his wrath. She shouldn’t have worried, though; he’d begun to learn tolerance for the little beasties a few years back. Besides, Harry would have been angry if he allowed her to injure herself for something she didn’t know about.
The only thing he wanted right now was to find Harry safe and sound. Harry had been known in the past to lie about his health. Draco would have to force him to take rests when he was ill and heaven forbid when he had the flu. Draco could feel his palms sweating and hear his heart pounding as he imagined the different scenarios where Harry fainted.
“Bitzy, you won’t have to iron your ears this time. Now tell me where is Master Harry. I’ll let you know if I need anything else once I’ve found him.” Draco was trying his best to remain calm, but he was already briskly walking to the main stairway.
“Master Harry decided to retire early. He said he didn’t want to eat dinner. That worries me, Master Draco. It’s the third time this week he’s not eaten his evening meal. That can’t be good after what the doctor told him.”
In the back of his mind Draco thought he heard the house-elf say more, but whatever she said, he didn’t hear it. Adrenalin surged through his veins at the thought of Harry being on death’s door while he was away on a stupid business trip.
Without another word, Draco broke off into a sprint heading up the stairs to their bedroom. He needed to find Harry.
Chapter Three
Rating: Most chapters will be PG/PG-13. Some will be R/NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, language, sugary fluff, with a dash of angst at the beginning and in the middle.
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author’s notes: This story is for my schmoop_bingo card. I’m going to make an attempt at using all the prompts with this story. I’ll try to post another chapter/prompt every Friday night. The chapters will be between 1K-2K words. I shamelessly stole this title from an old Bette Davis movie that I saw once and loved. This story is completely unrelated. Oh, and it’s unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Prompt: Coming home from a long trip
Word Count: 1204
Ah, travel. Whenever Draco thought of vacations, he always sighed as his mind wandered away.
Going abroad-seeing new things, trying new foods, talking to people from all over the world, and sharing it with Harry was something that Draco enjoyed more than almost anything else in life. He loved sleeping late, ordering room service, having no set agenda, and simply walking out of a hotel to see what the day brought you.
He and Harry had visited several countries during their time together. Apart from sex and Quidditch, going abroad was something they both eagerly enjoyed. Their honeymoon had lasted three months as they roamed the world, carefree wanderers. During the day, they’d take hikes in forests, or visit ancient wonders; maybe they’d enjoy a day of shopping. At night, they’d go out dancing, take in an exotic and often erotic show, or stay in and spend the night exploring each other. Then after they’d finish traveling, they’d come home and spend endless hours discussing what they saw, sharing with family and friends gifts they’d bought, or planning places they’d want to return or see for the first time together.
Without a doubt, Draco savored a good vacation.
Traveling for business though, was another matter. It was ugly, dirty, and rigid. There was no time to see the sights, and you spent half your time sucking up to the client and the other half trying to get an edge on the competition. According to Draco, traveling for business was nothing short of hell on earth.
He’d felt this latest trip had been doubly so what with the fight with Harry and how horribly things had gone trying to get home.
By the time Draco finally trudged through the entrance of Malfoy Manor, it was actually a couple of hours later than he was supposed to have originally arrived. His plan of arriving twelve hours earlier than scheduled had vanished like smoke in the wind the moment he walked out of the hotel barroom where he’d been drinking with Theo.
To begin with, it had taken longer than expected to change his Portkey departure appointment and get an earlier time. The evening slots were all booked and even half-hearted attempts didn’t seem to faze the crews working the portals. Some of the younger ones had never even heard of a Death Eater. How barbaric!
Then when he arrived in London, it was already late morning and there were owls waiting for him from the office that needed immediate attention. He promised himself that he would stop into the office for a few minutes to address the urgent messages when his assistant, Emma, got wind of his arrival and dropped a few more problems onto his desk. It was late afternoon by the time he was able to sneak out of the office. He made a mental note to apologize to his father for not dropping by and giving a brief update.
Now that he was finally home, Draco felt the layer of sweat and grim that covered his skin and seemed to make his once fine clothes all itchy and looking raggedy. As Draco took off his travel cloak and handed it to Bitzy, the house-elf who greeted him, he realized two things. The first was having calculated the time difference, it occurred to him that he’d been awake almost thirty hours. He was exhausted and desperately needed a bath.
The second thing Draco noticed was in all the time he’d been gone, both during the trip and the travel home, he hadn’t heard from Harry once.
In the past, when he had traveled on business, Harry would wait for him at the Portkey terminal. Seeing Harry’s face transform into that brilliant smile that was meant for Draco alone, was almost worth the hassles of business travel.
This time, he knew that Harry wouldn’t be at the terminal to greet him as his arrival time had changed, but still, it had been a few hours since he should have been home. In the past if he were late, Harry would have been down to his office badgering Emma. More than once he had walked into his office to find his assistant on the verge of tears as Harry swooping down on her. Fight or no fight, it Harry would have scoured the earth looking for him.
“Bitzy, do you know where Harry is?” Draco asked as he handed his shrunken luggage to the house-elf.
The widening of the already bulbous eyes, along with the drooping of the ears, told Draco far more than anything that the house-elf was going to say. Something was definitely wrong with Harry.
“I’m sorry, Master Draco, but Master Harry has been sick for the past week. Three days ago, after he fainted-”
“Harry fainted?” Draco exclaimed. His heart began to race at the news. He looked around expecting to find Harry at death’s door. He wanted to run up to their room to see if Harry was there, but the house-elf continued her story. His mind raced with only one question: why hadn’t anyone told him about this earlier?
“Yes, Master Draco, after Master Harry fainted, his friend, Mrs. Granger-Weasley, came to visit. She had a healer come in and look Master Harry over. After that, Master Harry told us he was fine and not to worry about him. We did what he asked, although he has seemed more tired as of late.
“We house-elves thought that he would have told Master Draco. Should Bitzy iron her ears for not having found you and said something?”
Draco could already see the small creature shaking in fear of his wrath. She shouldn’t have worried, though; he’d begun to learn tolerance for the little beasties a few years back. Besides, Harry would have been angry if he allowed her to injure herself for something she didn’t know about.
The only thing he wanted right now was to find Harry safe and sound. Harry had been known in the past to lie about his health. Draco would have to force him to take rests when he was ill and heaven forbid when he had the flu. Draco could feel his palms sweating and hear his heart pounding as he imagined the different scenarios where Harry fainted.
“Bitzy, you won’t have to iron your ears this time. Now tell me where is Master Harry. I’ll let you know if I need anything else once I’ve found him.” Draco was trying his best to remain calm, but he was already briskly walking to the main stairway.
“Master Harry decided to retire early. He said he didn’t want to eat dinner. That worries me, Master Draco. It’s the third time this week he’s not eaten his evening meal. That can’t be good after what the doctor told him.”
In the back of his mind Draco thought he heard the house-elf say more, but whatever she said, he didn’t hear it. Adrenalin surged through his veins at the thought of Harry being on death’s door while he was away on a stupid business trip.
Without another word, Draco broke off into a sprint heading up the stairs to their bedroom. He needed to find Harry.
Chapter Three