i was crazy once.
So here is me at the height of my boredom. I really wanted to do this for Valentine's Day; I thank the snow and ice for allowing me to. This took me about twenty minutes to write, so it's not anything fabulous, but it made me giggle for about a minute.
Based off of a picture by someone on LJ here. I'm not the only guilty party!
“Harry,” Draco called as he opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. “I’m home, baby.” He tossed his jacket across the back of a chair and glanced around. “Harry? Where are you?”
“I’m in here,” came Harry’s voice from the family room.
Draco walked into the darkened family room and blinked, his eyes adjusting to the shadows. His jaw dropped as he saw what Harry had done.
Harry smiled lovingly at the pale, sharp-featured man in front of him. “You like?” he whispered.
“Oh, Harry,” gasped Draco.
The room was lit by two candles setting in the middle of a tiny round table in the middle of the room. A bottle of champagne and two glasses stood next to them, and a single rose in a little glass vase. The red tablecloth swept out dramatically from underneath the table, and a fire crackled merrily in the fireplace. The floor was covered with rose petals; not red, but black, dyed magically to Draco’s favorite color. In the corner, a soft palette of pillows and blankets was made up. Draco let his eyes linger on the nest hungrily before turning to Harry. “It’s perfect, baby,” he said sincerely, drawing him into his arms.
“Happy Valentine’s day,” Harry breathed into his ear. “I made dinner and desert, but-”
“But that can wait until later,” Draco said, pressing soft kisses into Harry’s neck. He fumbled with Harry’s belt for a moment, and was rewarded for his efforts as Harry’s rock hard shaft of love tumbled out of his jeans. “Harry,” he groaned. “Ughnnnnn.”
“Draco, Draco, DRACO!” Harry cried in ecstasy.
Draco captured Harry’s wet, glistening mouth with his own eager lips, kissing him deeply.
“I love you,” sighed Harry.
“You, too,” Draco murmured.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Harry hesitated.
“What, baby?” Draco asked distractedly, busy pulling at his own belt and zipper.
“Well… You know how you always call me ‘baby’…” Harry ran a finger down Draco’s arm. “Soon… you’re going to have someone else to call that, too.”
“What?” Draco stared at him. “Are you saying you want to have a threesome?”
“No!” exclaimed Harry.
“Damn.”
“Draco, I’m pregnant.”
Draco screamed.
***
“Draco?” Harry stepped out onto the moonlit balcony, shivering. He drew his satin robe more tightly around himself. “Are you coming in soon? What are you doing out here?”
Draco gazed over the balcony’s edge, onto the grounds below. “Nothing,” he grunted.
“Draco, please don’t shut me out like this,” Harry pleaded.
“There’s nothing to say,” Draco snapped, turning his back on him.
“Draco, I’m sorry…”
“You told me you couldn’t get pregnant!”
“Well, I didn’t think I could,” Harry retorted. “But now I am, and we are going to have to make the best of it.”
“You’re right,” Draco turned back to Harry. “I’m sorry. I’ve been such an ass. Do you forgive me?”
“Of course,” Harry smiled, a single tear running down his cheek. Draco wiped it away tenderly.
“I could never stay mad at you,” Draco sighed, pulling Harry close. He worked for a moment at the belt on Harry’s robe, and was rewarded as Harry’s rigid man tool came tumbling out from the folds of satin. “Oh, Harry… mmm…”
“Draco, Draco!” Harry gasped.
Draco knelt next to Harry, who closed his eyes in sweet anticipation. When nothing happened, he opened them, and gazed in surprise down at Draco, who was listening intently at his slightly swollen belly.
“You had better be a wizard,” Draco said firmly to Harry’s stomach. “I will not put up with any squibs in my family, you hear?”
“Oh, Draco!” Harry laughed.
Draco stood and gazed deeply into Harry’s eyes. “Happy Valentine’s day, baby.”
Am off to watch The Science of Sleep. Happy Valentine's, everyone!
Based off of a picture by someone on LJ here. I'm not the only guilty party!
“Harry,” Draco called as he opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. “I’m home, baby.” He tossed his jacket across the back of a chair and glanced around. “Harry? Where are you?”
“I’m in here,” came Harry’s voice from the family room.
Draco walked into the darkened family room and blinked, his eyes adjusting to the shadows. His jaw dropped as he saw what Harry had done.
Harry smiled lovingly at the pale, sharp-featured man in front of him. “You like?” he whispered.
“Oh, Harry,” gasped Draco.
The room was lit by two candles setting in the middle of a tiny round table in the middle of the room. A bottle of champagne and two glasses stood next to them, and a single rose in a little glass vase. The red tablecloth swept out dramatically from underneath the table, and a fire crackled merrily in the fireplace. The floor was covered with rose petals; not red, but black, dyed magically to Draco’s favorite color. In the corner, a soft palette of pillows and blankets was made up. Draco let his eyes linger on the nest hungrily before turning to Harry. “It’s perfect, baby,” he said sincerely, drawing him into his arms.
“Happy Valentine’s day,” Harry breathed into his ear. “I made dinner and desert, but-”
“But that can wait until later,” Draco said, pressing soft kisses into Harry’s neck. He fumbled with Harry’s belt for a moment, and was rewarded for his efforts as Harry’s rock hard shaft of love tumbled out of his jeans. “Harry,” he groaned. “Ughnnnnn.”
“Draco, Draco, DRACO!” Harry cried in ecstasy.
Draco captured Harry’s wet, glistening mouth with his own eager lips, kissing him deeply.
“I love you,” sighed Harry.
“You, too,” Draco murmured.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Harry hesitated.
“What, baby?” Draco asked distractedly, busy pulling at his own belt and zipper.
“Well… You know how you always call me ‘baby’…” Harry ran a finger down Draco’s arm. “Soon… you’re going to have someone else to call that, too.”
“What?” Draco stared at him. “Are you saying you want to have a threesome?”
“No!” exclaimed Harry.
“Damn.”
“Draco, I’m pregnant.”
Draco screamed.
***
“Draco?” Harry stepped out onto the moonlit balcony, shivering. He drew his satin robe more tightly around himself. “Are you coming in soon? What are you doing out here?”
Draco gazed over the balcony’s edge, onto the grounds below. “Nothing,” he grunted.
“Draco, please don’t shut me out like this,” Harry pleaded.
“There’s nothing to say,” Draco snapped, turning his back on him.
“Draco, I’m sorry…”
“You told me you couldn’t get pregnant!”
“Well, I didn’t think I could,” Harry retorted. “But now I am, and we are going to have to make the best of it.”
“You’re right,” Draco turned back to Harry. “I’m sorry. I’ve been such an ass. Do you forgive me?”
“Of course,” Harry smiled, a single tear running down his cheek. Draco wiped it away tenderly.
“I could never stay mad at you,” Draco sighed, pulling Harry close. He worked for a moment at the belt on Harry’s robe, and was rewarded as Harry’s rigid man tool came tumbling out from the folds of satin. “Oh, Harry… mmm…”
“Draco, Draco!” Harry gasped.
Draco knelt next to Harry, who closed his eyes in sweet anticipation. When nothing happened, he opened them, and gazed in surprise down at Draco, who was listening intently at his slightly swollen belly.
“You had better be a wizard,” Draco said firmly to Harry’s stomach. “I will not put up with any squibs in my family, you hear?”
“Oh, Draco!” Harry laughed.
Draco stood and gazed deeply into Harry’s eyes. “Happy Valentine’s day, baby.”
Am off to watch The Science of Sleep. Happy Valentine's, everyone!