Baby Making Process
Title: Baby Making Process From my Annalise verse
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt No. 323 - undertaking, tension, enjoyment
Summary: Harry and Draco decide to try having a son.
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked as Draco downed his recently-brewed potion.
Draco grimaced at the taste before nodding. "We're not getting any younger. If we want to try having a son, it's now or never."
Harry laughed. "We aren't ancient, you tit. Besides, I'm quite pleased with our little family. If you'd rather not go through another pregnancy, that's fine by me."
"Wouldn't you like to have a little boy?" asked Draco, tension tightening his shoulders.
"I would love to have a son," Harry replied. "I would also love another daughter. I'm simply saying, having another child is a major undertaking, especially for you."
"I do have all the hard work," Draco mused. He leaned forward, plumped his pillows, and settled back against them.
Harry chuckled and said, "It's not as if you get no enjoyment from the baby making process."
"It is a chore I must endure," Draco said, heaving a melodramatic sigh. The sparkle in his eyes belied his put-upon words.
"You poor thing," simpered Harry. "So hard done by. Speaking of hard," he added, moving to crouch over his husband, "are you in the mood to endure your spousal duties?"
"If I must."
Harry pulled the duvet down, revealing an intriguing tent in Draco's pyjama bottoms. "What is this?!" he cried in mock surprise.
"I expect you to do something about it," Draco said by way of reply.
"Mm, gladly," murmured Harry. He dragged Draco's pyjamas off and quickly shed his own before claiming the space between Draco's legs. "Now, where's the lube?"
~*~
Harry rolled away, unable to keep the satisfied grin off of his face. "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Draco yawned. "It was terrible. You need more practice."
"Fortunately for you, I am eager to practice as often as possible," said Harry. He reached out and smoothed his fingers through Draco's hair. "Go take a pregnancy test," he whispered.
Draco smacked Harry's hip with the back of his hand. "Even you aren't that good, you conceited git."
"I am an excited, conceited git," Harry countered. He pulled Draco into his arms. "Get some sleep. We'll practice again in the morning, before the girls get up."
Harry's Ulterior Motives
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt No. 323 - undertaking, tension, enjoyment
Summary: Harry and Draco decide to try having a son.
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked as Draco downed his recently-brewed potion.
Draco grimaced at the taste before nodding. "We're not getting any younger. If we want to try having a son, it's now or never."
Harry laughed. "We aren't ancient, you tit. Besides, I'm quite pleased with our little family. If you'd rather not go through another pregnancy, that's fine by me."
"Wouldn't you like to have a little boy?" asked Draco, tension tightening his shoulders.
"I would love to have a son," Harry replied. "I would also love another daughter. I'm simply saying, having another child is a major undertaking, especially for you."
"I do have all the hard work," Draco mused. He leaned forward, plumped his pillows, and settled back against them.
Harry chuckled and said, "It's not as if you get no enjoyment from the baby making process."
"It is a chore I must endure," Draco said, heaving a melodramatic sigh. The sparkle in his eyes belied his put-upon words.
"You poor thing," simpered Harry. "So hard done by. Speaking of hard," he added, moving to crouch over his husband, "are you in the mood to endure your spousal duties?"
"If I must."
Harry pulled the duvet down, revealing an intriguing tent in Draco's pyjama bottoms. "What is this?!" he cried in mock surprise.
"I expect you to do something about it," Draco said by way of reply.
"Mm, gladly," murmured Harry. He dragged Draco's pyjamas off and quickly shed his own before claiming the space between Draco's legs. "Now, where's the lube?"
~*~
Harry rolled away, unable to keep the satisfied grin off of his face. "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Draco yawned. "It was terrible. You need more practice."
"Fortunately for you, I am eager to practice as often as possible," said Harry. He reached out and smoothed his fingers through Draco's hair. "Go take a pregnancy test," he whispered.
Draco smacked Harry's hip with the back of his hand. "Even you aren't that good, you conceited git."
"I am an excited, conceited git," Harry countered. He pulled Draco into his arms. "Get some sleep. We'll practice again in the morning, before the girls get up."
Harry's Ulterior Motives