Whipped (H/D, PG)
Christmas Gift Drabble #12:
Author: sesheta_66
Giftee: starrose17
Prompt(s): Christmas puppy
Title: Whipped
Rating: PG
Word Count: 458
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Draco
Other prompts: slythindor100: #6 - "All I want for Christmas is ..."; 100_prompts: 049 - Fleeting
Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Oh, pleeeeeese, Papa!" cried Cecilia.
"Yeah, Papa, please," Alexa asked shrewdly. "You know Daddy always wanted one when he was a little boy, and he was never allowed to have one. This would be the perfect gift for us to give him."
Draco could feel the wheels of manipulation churning. "And who, pray tell, would tend to this monster?"
"Well, Daddy would, of course," Alexa said, and the same time her little sister said, "Oh, me!"
Draco looked at his daughters. He was quite sure Cecilia would be in Hufflepuff. When he was a boy, the thought of his own offspring ending up in a house so ... so ... nice would have made his stomach churn in disgust, but now that he had been out of school for years, and had worked with some very intelligent and influential Puffs, he no longer held onto such prejudices. And his precious baby girl really was so very sweet that he couldn't imagine a better place for her to be.
Alexa, on the other hand, was Slytherin through and through. She let her little sister start with the begging -- he wouldn't doubt if she had planted the entire idea herself -- then she added the one thing that she knew her Papa couldn't resist. Something for Harry. Something she knew he had wanted as a little boy. She had slyly planted the image of a friendless boy locked in a cupboard, crying tears for the wish he knew would never come true.
Draco may be Slytherin too, but his family meant more to him than anything in the world. His daughters had him wrapped around their little fingers, and Harry -- well Harry owned him, heart and soul. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his husband. And damn it if their daughter didn't know that too. All I want for Christmas is to make my family happy, he thought.
"I'll think about it," he said. He saw a fleeting wave of relief fall over Cecilia's face, and a look of absolute triumph on Alexa's. Oh, he was truly whipped. If his father could see him now! "But one more word and the answer is no." He at least had to pretend to be thinking about it.
Come Christmas morning, both Cecilia and Alexa looked worried, because they hadn't said another word, nor had Draco. But when Draco brought a box out to have the girls give to their Daddy, they squealed with delight. Harry's squeal was added to the noise as a hyper little Golden Labrador puppy jumped out of the box and licked his face.
Draco watched his family giggling at the puppy's antics all morning long, and suddenly being 'whipped' didn't bother him in the slightest.
Author: sesheta_66
Giftee: starrose17
Prompt(s): Christmas puppy
Title: Whipped
Rating: PG
Word Count: 458
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Draco
Other prompts: slythindor100: #6 - "All I want for Christmas is ..."; 100_prompts: 049 - Fleeting
Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
To see all Christmas drabbles, click here.
Oh, pleeeeeese, Papa!" cried Cecilia.
"Yeah, Papa, please," Alexa asked shrewdly. "You know Daddy always wanted one when he was a little boy, and he was never allowed to have one. This would be the perfect gift for us to give him."
Draco could feel the wheels of manipulation churning. "And who, pray tell, would tend to this monster?"
"Well, Daddy would, of course," Alexa said, and the same time her little sister said, "Oh, me!"
Draco looked at his daughters. He was quite sure Cecilia would be in Hufflepuff. When he was a boy, the thought of his own offspring ending up in a house so ... so ... nice would have made his stomach churn in disgust, but now that he had been out of school for years, and had worked with some very intelligent and influential Puffs, he no longer held onto such prejudices. And his precious baby girl really was so very sweet that he couldn't imagine a better place for her to be.
Alexa, on the other hand, was Slytherin through and through. She let her little sister start with the begging -- he wouldn't doubt if she had planted the entire idea herself -- then she added the one thing that she knew her Papa couldn't resist. Something for Harry. Something she knew he had wanted as a little boy. She had slyly planted the image of a friendless boy locked in a cupboard, crying tears for the wish he knew would never come true.
Draco may be Slytherin too, but his family meant more to him than anything in the world. His daughters had him wrapped around their little fingers, and Harry -- well Harry owned him, heart and soul. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his husband. And damn it if their daughter didn't know that too. All I want for Christmas is to make my family happy, he thought.
"I'll think about it," he said. He saw a fleeting wave of relief fall over Cecilia's face, and a look of absolute triumph on Alexa's. Oh, he was truly whipped. If his father could see him now! "But one more word and the answer is no." He at least had to pretend to be thinking about it.
Come Christmas morning, both Cecilia and Alexa looked worried, because they hadn't said another word, nor had Draco. But when Draco brought a box out to have the girls give to their Daddy, they squealed with delight. Harry's squeal was added to the noise as a hyper little Golden Labrador puppy jumped out of the box and licked his face.
Draco watched his family giggling at the puppy's antics all morning long, and suddenly being 'whipped' didn't bother him in the slightest.