[Fic:] Chapter 8 Family Dinner Part II
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 8 Family Dinner Part II
Author :smirkingcat
Rating: PG
Word Count : 1.437
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude tothemightyflynn for surviving beating 3 chapters in one go- and yes you read that right, today will be a triple release to make up for all the prompts i missed- sorry real life really kept me busy, but this story grew on me and i have loads of plans for it, let’s find out how it will end together (we are not even close to the end yet though, just a warning)
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hp_bunintheoven May prompt 1: Comfort
Summary: Meeting the Malfoy's, facing their best friends. (part 2)
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, D/s- subtext, sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
With some relief, Blaise watched the soup plates vanish. They had survived the first course and apparently neither Draco nor Lucius seem to be planning their demise. Not that anybody at this table was happy about the current situation, but at least it seemed that they accepted it.
In hindsight, Blaise should have blamed his hormones for his forgetfulness. He himself knew that Narcissa Malfoy was far more dangerous than either her husband or her son. Somehow, he had forgotten about that; had allowed himself to relax when he should have had all his wits about him. As it was, Narcissa caught him by surprise when she smoothly asked: “And this development is truly to your taste Severus? I can remember all the remarks Lucius and I had to suffer through when Draco was still a young child. And did you not always say that you could not understand how anybody in their right mind would become a parent?”
Blaise could only stare at the main course - a very lovely roast - in front of him. There were many implications in that question, and he was uncertain if he understood them all.
“I did say that, indeed. And I doubt that I shall enjoy myself as much as I am used to doing over the next few years. Lucky for me though, being a baby is a state they grow out of. And even Draco became acceptable, once he could understand and talk back in a rational manner," Severus answered and reached for his wine. “But thank you for your concern, my dear friend. It is highly appreciated.”
Blaise was surprised at the ease with which Severus could say that the next four to five years would just be something he would have to bear. It made some nameless thing inside him flinch. He did not doubt for a moment that Severus would be able to bear it stoically, only now and then showing a displeased curl of his lips.
It should not have been as surprising as it was. Severus never hid his dislike of children. Now he had the niggling feeling that what he had thought would still be a team-effort might actually be a solo mission for him. And he was by no means certain that would work well for him at all.
At the same time, he was well aware that it would make no sense to discuss this with Severus in the next few weeks. Severus had made his decision, had told him that they would face this together, and so Blaise had to trust him. Even if doubt wanted to tell him to be careful.
“And how do you think this development will influence your lives? After all, Blaise, it is not that easy to raise a child and have a successful relationship. You of all people must be aware of that burden. And then there are some other things to consider,” Narcissa remarked staring at him.
“I can assure you, Mrs Malfoy, that I did not force Severus in any way to accept my decision. I am well aware that there was an alternative. But it was not an option for me,” he replied, scoffing a little more than he should have.
Severus’ hand on his thigh made it clear that it was noticed.
“So you are telling me that you honestly believe that the two of you will be… satisfied with the alteration of the situation?”
“With all due respect, Mrs Malfoy, are you accusing me of instigating this situation with a goal in mind, other than to not have to kill the child in me?” he asked, ignoring the sharp intake of breath from Draco or the surprised stare from Potter. There was only so much insinuation he would suffer.
“Rest assured, that it was not my intention to accuse you of anything at all. I am solely questioning if the two of you are prepared for the commitment you are about to make. And if it truly is what you are both wanting in your life. I merely am concerned for the well-being of someone considered part of my family,” Narcissa added, before cutting her meat, unperturbed.
“Narcissa,” Severus interjected. It was just one word, but Severus was a master in making himself understood with just one word. And it was clear that he did not like the mothering he was receiving at that moment.
With a silent huff, Mrs Malfoy reached for her glass of wine and took a sip. Blaise allowed himself to take a deep breath. But he had learned his lesson, and did not relax his guard.
The atmosphere around the table had reached another low point. And Blaise was doubting the wisdom of telling others about the pregnancy.
As their plates once again were removed, Blaise reached for his glass and bemoaned the fact that there would not be any alcohol for him in the foreseeable future. He was a rather good drunk and it was easier to suffer though social gatherings when one has the mind to entertain oneself.
“Will there be a baby shower for you, Blaise?” Draco suddenly asked.
“What?” He was stunned for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I would not know. It depends if either my mother or the godparents- which we have not even discussed yet - want to do the work,” he then answered, making sure that it was clear that he himself would not do anything of the sort. And he was sure, neither would his mother.
The talk about godparents would be another discussion he was not sure he wanted to have. Somehow, he had hoped for more joy and less hostility. He should have known better.
“I am sure that you will have enough time to figure these things out. Don’t let Draco pressure you into anything. Just because he likes to plan his life two years ahead does not mean that we have to do that, too.” Harry smiled at him.
The accompaniment was served and, luckily for Draco it nearly toned out his “I like to be prepared” remark.
Nearly. And, apparently, Harry was not going to let it slide.
“There is prepared and then there is whatever the heck you are doing. But I told you the last time and I will tell you every time: I am not going to be living on your schedule, not at home and certainly not on holiday.”
“Well, I didn’t hear you complain last week when-”
“No! Remember the house rules.”
“No, not at the table or in earshot of me.”
Lucius and Severus spoke over each other.
A sly smile spread over both their faces.
“I was merely going to state, that Harry did not complain about the nice date we went on. You both set a bad example for proper wizards. You will have to watch that around the newborn.”
Blaise tried to fight his grin, he did, but the scowl on Lucius’ face and the hum of approval from Mrs Malfoy was just priceless.
He hid his grin by taking a long bite of the fork as best as he could. The foot sliding up his leg, however, made it clear that his effort was wasted.
The accompaniment and the dessert course were enjoyed in a relatively comfortable atmosphere. So much so that Blaise was even able to taste his dessert, a lovely chocolate cream with fresh berries. Even the knot in his stomach loosened up a bit.
After the nice meal, they reclined in the summer salon. They talked about their respective work, politics and quidditch. Mrs Malfoy also took her time to fill them in on the latest gossip. Some parts of it Blaise had already known, but others were news even to him. He carefully filed it away, should the information ever become valuable.
With relief, Blaise noticed the people around him growing more and more relaxed around with each other. And in a way, they were comfortable with each other; he was the disrupter of their peace together. He sat next to Severus and listened to him talk with Lucius about the latest raises in potion ingredients, while Narcissa, Harry and Draco talked about the upcoming Christmas Balls.
Blaise couldn’t help but think that this was good. And though he had little to add to their respective conversations, he liked the calm mood.
Later on when, he woke up in Severus’ arms in their own bed, he was embarrassed for falling asleep in polite society. But feeling Severus’ hands stroking over his ever growing belly, put him right back to sleep.
Chapter 9: at lj | at dw
Author :
smirkingcatRating: PG
Word Count : 1.437
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for surviving beating 3 chapters in one go- and yes you read that right, today will be a triple release to make up for all the prompts i missed- sorry real life really kept me busy, but this story grew on me and i have loads of plans for it, let’s find out how it will end together (we are not even close to the end yet though, just a warning) used for
hp_bunintheoven May prompt 1: ComfortSummary: Meeting the Malfoy's, facing their best friends. (part 2)
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, D/s- subtext, sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
With some relief, Blaise watched the soup plates vanish. They had survived the first course and apparently neither Draco nor Lucius seem to be planning their demise. Not that anybody at this table was happy about the current situation, but at least it seemed that they accepted it.
In hindsight, Blaise should have blamed his hormones for his forgetfulness. He himself knew that Narcissa Malfoy was far more dangerous than either her husband or her son. Somehow, he had forgotten about that; had allowed himself to relax when he should have had all his wits about him. As it was, Narcissa caught him by surprise when she smoothly asked: “And this development is truly to your taste Severus? I can remember all the remarks Lucius and I had to suffer through when Draco was still a young child. And did you not always say that you could not understand how anybody in their right mind would become a parent?”
Blaise could only stare at the main course - a very lovely roast - in front of him. There were many implications in that question, and he was uncertain if he understood them all.
“I did say that, indeed. And I doubt that I shall enjoy myself as much as I am used to doing over the next few years. Lucky for me though, being a baby is a state they grow out of. And even Draco became acceptable, once he could understand and talk back in a rational manner," Severus answered and reached for his wine. “But thank you for your concern, my dear friend. It is highly appreciated.”
Blaise was surprised at the ease with which Severus could say that the next four to five years would just be something he would have to bear. It made some nameless thing inside him flinch. He did not doubt for a moment that Severus would be able to bear it stoically, only now and then showing a displeased curl of his lips.
It should not have been as surprising as it was. Severus never hid his dislike of children. Now he had the niggling feeling that what he had thought would still be a team-effort might actually be a solo mission for him. And he was by no means certain that would work well for him at all.
At the same time, he was well aware that it would make no sense to discuss this with Severus in the next few weeks. Severus had made his decision, had told him that they would face this together, and so Blaise had to trust him. Even if doubt wanted to tell him to be careful.
“And how do you think this development will influence your lives? After all, Blaise, it is not that easy to raise a child and have a successful relationship. You of all people must be aware of that burden. And then there are some other things to consider,” Narcissa remarked staring at him.
“I can assure you, Mrs Malfoy, that I did not force Severus in any way to accept my decision. I am well aware that there was an alternative. But it was not an option for me,” he replied, scoffing a little more than he should have.
Severus’ hand on his thigh made it clear that it was noticed.
“So you are telling me that you honestly believe that the two of you will be… satisfied with the alteration of the situation?”
“With all due respect, Mrs Malfoy, are you accusing me of instigating this situation with a goal in mind, other than to not have to kill the child in me?” he asked, ignoring the sharp intake of breath from Draco or the surprised stare from Potter. There was only so much insinuation he would suffer.
“Rest assured, that it was not my intention to accuse you of anything at all. I am solely questioning if the two of you are prepared for the commitment you are about to make. And if it truly is what you are both wanting in your life. I merely am concerned for the well-being of someone considered part of my family,” Narcissa added, before cutting her meat, unperturbed.
“Narcissa,” Severus interjected. It was just one word, but Severus was a master in making himself understood with just one word. And it was clear that he did not like the mothering he was receiving at that moment.
With a silent huff, Mrs Malfoy reached for her glass of wine and took a sip. Blaise allowed himself to take a deep breath. But he had learned his lesson, and did not relax his guard.
The atmosphere around the table had reached another low point. And Blaise was doubting the wisdom of telling others about the pregnancy.
As their plates once again were removed, Blaise reached for his glass and bemoaned the fact that there would not be any alcohol for him in the foreseeable future. He was a rather good drunk and it was easier to suffer though social gatherings when one has the mind to entertain oneself.
“Will there be a baby shower for you, Blaise?” Draco suddenly asked.
“What?” He was stunned for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I would not know. It depends if either my mother or the godparents- which we have not even discussed yet - want to do the work,” he then answered, making sure that it was clear that he himself would not do anything of the sort. And he was sure, neither would his mother.
The talk about godparents would be another discussion he was not sure he wanted to have. Somehow, he had hoped for more joy and less hostility. He should have known better.
“I am sure that you will have enough time to figure these things out. Don’t let Draco pressure you into anything. Just because he likes to plan his life two years ahead does not mean that we have to do that, too.” Harry smiled at him.
The accompaniment was served and, luckily for Draco it nearly toned out his “I like to be prepared” remark.
Nearly. And, apparently, Harry was not going to let it slide.
“There is prepared and then there is whatever the heck you are doing. But I told you the last time and I will tell you every time: I am not going to be living on your schedule, not at home and certainly not on holiday.”
“Well, I didn’t hear you complain last week when-”
“No! Remember the house rules.”
“No, not at the table or in earshot of me.”
Lucius and Severus spoke over each other.
A sly smile spread over both their faces.
“I was merely going to state, that Harry did not complain about the nice date we went on. You both set a bad example for proper wizards. You will have to watch that around the newborn.”
Blaise tried to fight his grin, he did, but the scowl on Lucius’ face and the hum of approval from Mrs Malfoy was just priceless.
He hid his grin by taking a long bite of the fork as best as he could. The foot sliding up his leg, however, made it clear that his effort was wasted.
The accompaniment and the dessert course were enjoyed in a relatively comfortable atmosphere. So much so that Blaise was even able to taste his dessert, a lovely chocolate cream with fresh berries. Even the knot in his stomach loosened up a bit.
After the nice meal, they reclined in the summer salon. They talked about their respective work, politics and quidditch. Mrs Malfoy also took her time to fill them in on the latest gossip. Some parts of it Blaise had already known, but others were news even to him. He carefully filed it away, should the information ever become valuable.
With relief, Blaise noticed the people around him growing more and more relaxed around with each other. And in a way, they were comfortable with each other; he was the disrupter of their peace together. He sat next to Severus and listened to him talk with Lucius about the latest raises in potion ingredients, while Narcissa, Harry and Draco talked about the upcoming Christmas Balls.
Blaise couldn’t help but think that this was good. And though he had little to add to their respective conversations, he liked the calm mood.
Later on when, he woke up in Severus’ arms in their own bed, he was embarrassed for falling asleep in polite society. But feeling Severus’ hands stroking over his ever growing belly, put him right back to sleep.
Chapter 9: at lj | at dw
