Fic: 'Angels and Demons' HP/DM PG13
Title - Angels and Demons
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~880
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, D/s, Implied MPreg, EWE, Child Illness, Flangst, Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Draco discusses work with Jonas
Author's Notes - Told using prompt 79 Breathe from my lover100 table, which can be found here
Previous Chapter - Decision to Make
Draco had just settled Grace down to sleep when the doorbell rang, and he grabbed the charmed baby monitor, flicking on her nightlight and pulling the door to before dropping softly down the stairs. Harry wasn't due back for a half hour - and wouldn't use the bell anyway - but Draco couldn't really think who else it would be. Opening the door, he smiled tightly when he recognised his boss, and stepped back. "Come on in."
Aequitas Jonas was a tall, broad man, who made any room feel like it was too small to contain him. He made Draco's hallway look like something from a child's toy, and Draco had to make a conscious effort not to step back from the other man's impressive shadow. The overbearing, intimidating appearance, had its uses when it came to dealing with criminals and the Wizengamot - two unfortunately non-exclusive categories, at times - and Draco knew his own stone-cold demeanour had the same effect. "Would you like some tea?"
"Brandy, if you have it."
"Of course," Draco led the way into the living room, setting the monitor on the shelf and pouring out a large brandy as Jonas stood by the mantelpiece. Handing the glass out, Draco picked up his own half-drank cup of tea, and muttered a quiet charm to warm it.
"Beautiful kids. How is Adam?"
"He's hanging in there. They hope to be able to discharge him in a week or two."
"That's good news."
"Yeah, we were pretty thrilled with it."
The older man nodded, and downed half of his brandy in one go before putting the glass on the mantle and sighing. "I won't do you the disservice of pretending I don't know Hermione warned you. And I won't sugar-coat it either. I know you're under a lot of pressure, and I wouldn't ask unless I felt I had to. A group of individuals are bringing a case against the Ministry itself, claiming reparations for the money taken from their parents after the war. It's sticky financial law anyway, but with the added emotional slant of the war, it's going to be very difficult to work, and we're going to be under constant scrutiny. I could really use your expertise."
Since Hermione had told him, and even after Harry had given his blessing, Draco had still been intending to say no, to shoot the idea down straight and stay with his son until every single trace of the leukaemia had been wiped from Adam's body. So Draco surprised himself when he shrugged his shoulders softly. "Tell me about the case, so I know what I'm getting myself into."
"That's a yes?"
"It's a maybe. I still have to talk with Harry, and I'm not promising anything. But I won't leave you in the wind; I'll consult if the rest of the office gets really stuck, and I'll see what I can do in any spare time I have. But I don't know about working full time."
Jonas nodded, and Draco gestured to the sofa as the other man began to go into details.
~~~~~~~~~~
Though Harry had stuck his head into the lounge when he returned, to update Draco on Adam and say hello, he'd made himself scarce soon after, and as Draco climbed the stairs wearily he wondered if his husband was asleep yet. It was late, and he and Jonas had been talking for hours. Draco's head was spinning, and he was still torn on what to do.
Checking Grace was asleep - sprawled on her back like a pyjama-clad starfish - Draco flicked the landing light off and slipped into the master bedroom.
Stripping quickly, he climbed into bed and propped himself up on one elbow, stroking Harry's hair softly and listening to the deep, easy rhythm of his husband's breathing. As he was about to lie back down and find some rest himself, the corner of Harry's mouth twitched up, and his eyelids crinkled as he pulled himself up to wakefulness.
"You're being stalkerish again."
"Sorry," Draco whispered, stretching his arm so he could reach Harry's lips. Drawing back, Draco flopped onto his pillows and pulled Harry into his arms, needing some contact as he sorted his thoughts out.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not tonight."
"Okay. Want to talk about anything, or can I go back to sleep?"
Chuckling, Draco ruffled Harry's hair softly and flung his arm out to check the alarm charm was set. "You can go back to your beauty sleep, Merlin knows you need it."
"Arse."
Laughing, Draco slapped his hand down lightly on Harry's arse through the sheets, letting it rest there as he tipped his head to the side and stared at the little green light on the baby monitor. It didn't take long for Harry to drop off again, and Draco listened to the sound of Harry's breathing - feeling the way air skated across his chest and the pressure between their skin increased and decreased as Harry's diaphragm expanded and contracted - perfectly in time to the sound of Grace's breathing over the monitor.
Shaking his head at the sappy direction his thoughts were heading in, Draco settled down to sleep on the thought of how he could wake Harry up in the morning, a much more macho thought train, he decided.
Opportunity Taken
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~880
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, D/s, Implied MPreg, EWE, Child Illness, Flangst, Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Draco discusses work with Jonas
Author's Notes - Told using prompt 79 Breathe from my lover100 table, which can be found here
Previous Chapter - Decision to Make
Draco had just settled Grace down to sleep when the doorbell rang, and he grabbed the charmed baby monitor, flicking on her nightlight and pulling the door to before dropping softly down the stairs. Harry wasn't due back for a half hour - and wouldn't use the bell anyway - but Draco couldn't really think who else it would be. Opening the door, he smiled tightly when he recognised his boss, and stepped back. "Come on in."
Aequitas Jonas was a tall, broad man, who made any room feel like it was too small to contain him. He made Draco's hallway look like something from a child's toy, and Draco had to make a conscious effort not to step back from the other man's impressive shadow. The overbearing, intimidating appearance, had its uses when it came to dealing with criminals and the Wizengamot - two unfortunately non-exclusive categories, at times - and Draco knew his own stone-cold demeanour had the same effect. "Would you like some tea?"
"Brandy, if you have it."
"Of course," Draco led the way into the living room, setting the monitor on the shelf and pouring out a large brandy as Jonas stood by the mantelpiece. Handing the glass out, Draco picked up his own half-drank cup of tea, and muttered a quiet charm to warm it.
"Beautiful kids. How is Adam?"
"He's hanging in there. They hope to be able to discharge him in a week or two."
"That's good news."
"Yeah, we were pretty thrilled with it."
The older man nodded, and downed half of his brandy in one go before putting the glass on the mantle and sighing. "I won't do you the disservice of pretending I don't know Hermione warned you. And I won't sugar-coat it either. I know you're under a lot of pressure, and I wouldn't ask unless I felt I had to. A group of individuals are bringing a case against the Ministry itself, claiming reparations for the money taken from their parents after the war. It's sticky financial law anyway, but with the added emotional slant of the war, it's going to be very difficult to work, and we're going to be under constant scrutiny. I could really use your expertise."
Since Hermione had told him, and even after Harry had given his blessing, Draco had still been intending to say no, to shoot the idea down straight and stay with his son until every single trace of the leukaemia had been wiped from Adam's body. So Draco surprised himself when he shrugged his shoulders softly. "Tell me about the case, so I know what I'm getting myself into."
"That's a yes?"
"It's a maybe. I still have to talk with Harry, and I'm not promising anything. But I won't leave you in the wind; I'll consult if the rest of the office gets really stuck, and I'll see what I can do in any spare time I have. But I don't know about working full time."
Jonas nodded, and Draco gestured to the sofa as the other man began to go into details.
~~~~~~~~~~
Though Harry had stuck his head into the lounge when he returned, to update Draco on Adam and say hello, he'd made himself scarce soon after, and as Draco climbed the stairs wearily he wondered if his husband was asleep yet. It was late, and he and Jonas had been talking for hours. Draco's head was spinning, and he was still torn on what to do.
Checking Grace was asleep - sprawled on her back like a pyjama-clad starfish - Draco flicked the landing light off and slipped into the master bedroom.
Stripping quickly, he climbed into bed and propped himself up on one elbow, stroking Harry's hair softly and listening to the deep, easy rhythm of his husband's breathing. As he was about to lie back down and find some rest himself, the corner of Harry's mouth twitched up, and his eyelids crinkled as he pulled himself up to wakefulness.
"You're being stalkerish again."
"Sorry," Draco whispered, stretching his arm so he could reach Harry's lips. Drawing back, Draco flopped onto his pillows and pulled Harry into his arms, needing some contact as he sorted his thoughts out.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not tonight."
"Okay. Want to talk about anything, or can I go back to sleep?"
Chuckling, Draco ruffled Harry's hair softly and flung his arm out to check the alarm charm was set. "You can go back to your beauty sleep, Merlin knows you need it."
"Arse."
Laughing, Draco slapped his hand down lightly on Harry's arse through the sheets, letting it rest there as he tipped his head to the side and stared at the little green light on the baby monitor. It didn't take long for Harry to drop off again, and Draco listened to the sound of Harry's breathing - feeling the way air skated across his chest and the pressure between their skin increased and decreased as Harry's diaphragm expanded and contracted - perfectly in time to the sound of Grace's breathing over the monitor.
Shaking his head at the sappy direction his thoughts were heading in, Draco settled down to sleep on the thought of how he could wake Harry up in the morning, a much more macho thought train, he decided.
Opportunity Taken