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[Fic:] The perfect Gift
Title: The perfect Gift
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 1 100
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Christmas cracker being pulled at both ends
Warning: SPOILER, mpreg
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: this is forenchanted_jae, lijahlover and themightyflynn who all read/or will read 😉 the whole 24 stories I put out, and encouraged me with their nice comments, even when I was aware, that I did not manage to produce something amazing… I hope you all will like this little thing, I tried to work in some of your own
The perfect Gift
Draco played around with the small flask. It contained pinkish potion, that in the right light is blue. Had brewed it himself, and he was certain it is perfect. Still, if he drank it, there would be no turning back.
It was not, that he would like to turn back. Life was amazing for him as it was right now.
He was married to Harry for ten years now, he works as an independent potion maker and can set his own schedule. And Harry took up with George and therefore has also a more relaxed schedule.
Their house was perfect, with a big garden, lots of room, and in the small village that they chose, which was half muggle, half wizarding, nobody haggled Harry for being who he was, and nobody ever remarked on Draco either.
It was perfect in every sense of the word.
And that was why he thought that it was time to rock the boat, and to fulfil Harry’s deepest wish, that they never really talked about.
The only thing he was a little concerned about was Harry’s reaction, later on. Harry did not always enjoy surprises that Draco thought would be amazing.
But that was the risk he had to take, because even with the potion, there was no guarantee.
His mind made up, Draco opened the bottle and downed the potion, before he sent the flask back into his laboratory and he himself went into the kitchen to finish their dinner.
~+*+~
Draco watched as Harry leaned back against his chair, reaching for the wineglass, a soft smile on his lips: “So, what is the occasion for this amazing dinner. I am pretty sure I did not forget our anniversary since it was just last month,” he joked light hearted.
“What if the fancy stroked me, and I wanted to show you my appreciation?” Draco asked putting a small purr into his voice.
“You are never that easy, husband of mine. After all this time, I think I know this one thing about you,” Harry joked back. “So, what is it?”
“Maaayy-be”, Draco grinned.
Having Harry understand him this well and still love him, was the most fantastic thing that could have ever happened to Draco, even if this time Harry was wrong.
“Go on, tell me. I can’t do what you want until you tell me what it is you want,” Harry said.
“Maybe I want you to take me, like when we were young, and you missed me, just because you haven’t seen me three days. Make me feel like that again, just for a night. I love being your husband, and its so easy to know you are always there as well. Let us tonight spend, like back then, when we were eager to make every minute count,” Draco said softly.
Harry got up from his chair, and took Draco’s hand, pulled him of his chair as well.
“Every second does count,” Harry replied, pulling Draco in a strong kiss. “But I can understand what you mean,” he said, before he dragged Draco into the bedroom.
He kissed Draco desperately again, and as he pushed Draco onto the bed, he vanished all of Draco’s clothes.
Draco let out a surprised yip, before he made himself comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs in anticipation.
He remembered the night Harry had been imitating right now and the memory as much as the current actions set his nerves on fire.
“Love you so much,” Harry whispered in his ears, as he settled himself between Draco’s legs. He kissed Draco’s neck, while his fingers softly roamed over Draco’s skin, setting Draco ablaze.
There was desperation on both sites, and it tasted sweet and familiar at the same time. And soon enough they were moving together in their own rhythm that fit them both as nobody else had ever done.
~+*+~
With a small smile Draco placed the Christmas Crack on Harry’s plate. He had prepared this one himself, and he knew no matter what that this one, Harry would win.
“I got the wine from the cellar. Do you need anything else?” Harry asks, eyes shining brightly.
Tomorrow they would go for a Weasley Christmas Celebration, as they always they always did, but tonight was just for them, a private Christmas. At first it had been because Draco had refused to go to the Weasleys, then they continued because their gifts for each other were either too private or spicy to be shared with the family. By now it was simply tradition.
“No, I think we are ready,” Draco said, and sat down.
“Crackers first?” Harry asked, big grin on his face.
“But of course,” Draco replied.
They first pulled Draco’s normal cracker, which Harry won. And then Harry’s.
As Harry won the cracker, Light pink smoke started to spell out congratulations in front of Harry, who looked a bit confused. He then went for the small gimmick, which Draco had chosen to be an emergency portkey.
“An emergency portkey?” Harry asked even more confused.
Then he opened the joke and read aloud: “In six months time, a new star will shine, she will need your love and understanding, as it is always hard to begin, a father you are going to be, as we become a family of three.” With each word that Harry read he slowed down, before he looked at Draco with big eyes.
“Are you joking?” Harry asked carefully, not really believing what he was seeing.
“No, Harry. I am three months along,” Draco leaned over. “Next week we have a doctor’s appointment, so that we both get everything explained. Ah yes, before I forget: Merry Christmas,” Draco whispered, and softly kissed Harry’s lips.
Draco could see how Harry was trying to find words, but was unable to say what he wanted to say.
“I love you so, so much,” Harry said, and pulled Draco in one more kiss.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 1 100
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Christmas cracker being pulled at both ends
Warning: SPOILER, mpreg
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: this is for
enchanted_jae, lijahlover and themightyflynn who all read/or will read 😉 the whole 24 stories I put out, and encouraged me with their nice comments, even when I was aware, that I did not manage to produce something amazing… I hope you all will like this little thing, I tried to work in some of your own The perfect Gift
Draco played around with the small flask. It contained pinkish potion, that in the right light is blue. Had brewed it himself, and he was certain it is perfect. Still, if he drank it, there would be no turning back.
It was not, that he would like to turn back. Life was amazing for him as it was right now.
He was married to Harry for ten years now, he works as an independent potion maker and can set his own schedule. And Harry took up with George and therefore has also a more relaxed schedule.
Their house was perfect, with a big garden, lots of room, and in the small village that they chose, which was half muggle, half wizarding, nobody haggled Harry for being who he was, and nobody ever remarked on Draco either.
It was perfect in every sense of the word.
And that was why he thought that it was time to rock the boat, and to fulfil Harry’s deepest wish, that they never really talked about.
The only thing he was a little concerned about was Harry’s reaction, later on. Harry did not always enjoy surprises that Draco thought would be amazing.
But that was the risk he had to take, because even with the potion, there was no guarantee.
His mind made up, Draco opened the bottle and downed the potion, before he sent the flask back into his laboratory and he himself went into the kitchen to finish their dinner.
Draco watched as Harry leaned back against his chair, reaching for the wineglass, a soft smile on his lips: “So, what is the occasion for this amazing dinner. I am pretty sure I did not forget our anniversary since it was just last month,” he joked light hearted.
“What if the fancy stroked me, and I wanted to show you my appreciation?” Draco asked putting a small purr into his voice.
“You are never that easy, husband of mine. After all this time, I think I know this one thing about you,” Harry joked back. “So, what is it?”
“Maaayy-be”, Draco grinned.
Having Harry understand him this well and still love him, was the most fantastic thing that could have ever happened to Draco, even if this time Harry was wrong.
“Go on, tell me. I can’t do what you want until you tell me what it is you want,” Harry said.
“Maybe I want you to take me, like when we were young, and you missed me, just because you haven’t seen me three days. Make me feel like that again, just for a night. I love being your husband, and its so easy to know you are always there as well. Let us tonight spend, like back then, when we were eager to make every minute count,” Draco said softly.
Harry got up from his chair, and took Draco’s hand, pulled him of his chair as well.
“Every second does count,” Harry replied, pulling Draco in a strong kiss. “But I can understand what you mean,” he said, before he dragged Draco into the bedroom.
He kissed Draco desperately again, and as he pushed Draco onto the bed, he vanished all of Draco’s clothes.
Draco let out a surprised yip, before he made himself comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs in anticipation.
He remembered the night Harry had been imitating right now and the memory as much as the current actions set his nerves on fire.
“Love you so much,” Harry whispered in his ears, as he settled himself between Draco’s legs. He kissed Draco’s neck, while his fingers softly roamed over Draco’s skin, setting Draco ablaze.
There was desperation on both sites, and it tasted sweet and familiar at the same time. And soon enough they were moving together in their own rhythm that fit them both as nobody else had ever done.
With a small smile Draco placed the Christmas Crack on Harry’s plate. He had prepared this one himself, and he knew no matter what that this one, Harry would win.
“I got the wine from the cellar. Do you need anything else?” Harry asks, eyes shining brightly.
Tomorrow they would go for a Weasley Christmas Celebration, as they always they always did, but tonight was just for them, a private Christmas. At first it had been because Draco had refused to go to the Weasleys, then they continued because their gifts for each other were either too private or spicy to be shared with the family. By now it was simply tradition.
“No, I think we are ready,” Draco said, and sat down.
“Crackers first?” Harry asked, big grin on his face.
“But of course,” Draco replied.
They first pulled Draco’s normal cracker, which Harry won. And then Harry’s.
As Harry won the cracker, Light pink smoke started to spell out congratulations in front of Harry, who looked a bit confused. He then went for the small gimmick, which Draco had chosen to be an emergency portkey.
“An emergency portkey?” Harry asked even more confused.
Then he opened the joke and read aloud: “In six months time, a new star will shine, she will need your love and understanding, as it is always hard to begin, a father you are going to be, as we become a family of three.” With each word that Harry read he slowed down, before he looked at Draco with big eyes.
“Are you joking?” Harry asked carefully, not really believing what he was seeing.
“No, Harry. I am three months along,” Draco leaned over. “Next week we have a doctor’s appointment, so that we both get everything explained. Ah yes, before I forget: Merry Christmas,” Draco whispered, and softly kissed Harry’s lips.
Draco could see how Harry was trying to find words, but was unable to say what he wanted to say.
“I love you so, so much,” Harry said, and pulled Draco in one more kiss.