Crack! Fic
Crack! Continuation: Weddings Plans
Authors: Myself and jennavere
Rating: NC-17
Follow the story arc from this Page
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. It’s all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made
Part IX:
“Honey, do you really want to do this? I mean, come on, we all know you’re as sub as they get, but negligee? Seriously. That’s pushing it.” Ida scowled even more when she lifted the price tag for the particular piece that had captured Draco Malfoy’s interest.
“But it’s so pretty! Don’t you think it would look pretty on me?!” He turned wide watery eyes on the Canadian woman, his expression hopeful.
“I don’t know, Draco. I seriously think you’re taking this sub thing too far. Next thing you know you’ll be wanting to wear a wedding dress and have Harry carry you over the threshold or some sterotypically feminine thing.”
Draco stomped his foot. “And what is wrong with that? Why can’t I have those things, and start smashing down stereotypes? Is it wrong for me to want my husband to carry me? It is wrong for me to want to wear pretty things? Is it wrong for me to just be ME on my wedding day? Is it?” He crossed his arms over his chest and sneered at his friend.
Ida sighed. “Look, I’m just saying. You know I love you, and that I want you and Harry to be happy. I think you should be yourself. It’s seriously not my opinion that you have to worry about, it’s Harry’s. Does your fiancé fancy all the same things? Will he enjoy seeing you wearing this silky, lacy thing on your wedding night? Maybe you should ask him, that’s all I’m suggesting.” Ida started when her purse beeped. She opened it and pulled out her phone. “Shit! Honey, I hate to call this shopping adventure short, but I have a meeting with your father to discuss the guest list, and YOU have an appointment with Jacob to get your roots - er, to get your hair done.” She smiled weakly and refused to look at Draco’s glare. “I have to run. I’ll talk to you later tonight, okay?” She booked it out of the store.
Once she was gone, Draco turned back to the slinky white teddy on display. It was really lovely, with just enough cloth to cover, but not so much as to not be fun. Plus, you had to undo the ribbons to get it off, and with a spell or two…he smiled. “Excuse me? Can you help me here please?”
xxxx
Lucius stared at the coffee-stained sheet of parchment in disdain. “What the hell happened to this?” He held it away from his body as if it possessed some bizarre muggle disease.
“Er, that’s my fault, eh?” Ida looked sheepish. “I kinda had this accident with the coffee maker this morning, and you know, I have the worst luck, and the fucking shit spilled all over my most important documents and well fuck, of course the fucking list was in the pile, and you know how it is -”
“Please cease with your incessant rambling right this minute. Oh, and try watching your language as well. I’ve never heard a woman with a more foul tongue than you.” Lucius sighed and looked the list over. Ida melted into her seat, oddly frightened. “These are all muggle names, aren’t they? Pray tell why would I pay to feed muggles? Especially when each plate has a bill of two hundred pounds attached to it?”
“Well, that’s just the list of Harry and Draco’s muggle friends. I have the list of old school mates, work colleagues, your own business partners….plus I called Narcissa and got input from her.” Jenna smiled and handed over another parchment, this one immaculate. Ida tried not to pout.
Lucius sighed. “If my dearest Cissa is involved I can only just begin to imagine.” His eyes widened when he saw the list. “Merlin woman, there must be at least three hundred names here!”
“Two hundred and ninety four, actually,” Jenna clarified.
“Well then. I’ll just have to remove some names from their less reputable list.” Lucius picked up a quill and scanned Ida’s coffee stained monstrosity. “What the hell kind of name is Lauren Ashton anyhow? It seems so….so…plebian.” Lucius sneered at the parchment and crossed out the name. He frowned when he saw two Malfoy’s on the list. “Why are these women on the muggle list?”
“Um, I don’t know?”
Lucius’ expression turned vicious. “There never has been, nor will there ever be, a muggle Malfoy. These names should be changed to the other list.”
“Er, we’ll get right on that!”
They watched as Lucius went back to the list.
Jae
Maria Fulton
Stray
Bonfoi
Lauren Ashton
Kasay
Tara
Meg
Lara
Libbi
Ivy Malfoy
Alicia Wolf
Mickey
Starla Lebeau
Caro
Cathy
Kathryn and Josh
Sam
Jenny
Breze
Jill Fox
Viridiana Malfoy
Kitty
Sebine
Paola
“There, that’s twenty five names. That ought to be enough to satisfy my son.” Lucius nodded and smiled to himself.
“You mean to tell me that you’re only cutting one fucking person, and that’s only because of their name?” Ida stood up and looked about reading to throw a fist into Lucius’ smiling face when Jenna intervened.
“Do you really think it’s necessary to cut only one person from the list, Mr. Malfoy? I mean really…it’s kind of ridiculous, isn’t it?”
“It’s fucking stupid, that’s what it is! You don’t even know her!! She could be a complete fox, a total money bags! She could provide you with the ultimate list of contacts to help you completely dominate the muggle corporate world, and you’re discounting her because you don’t like the way her fricken’ name looks on the page?!”
Lucius considered. “She could be a lot of things, I suppose. Would you like me to cut you from the list instead, Miss Ida?”
Ida huffed. “You wouldn’t fucking dare. I’m the third best man.”
Lucius raised an eyebrow and both women were suddenly struck with how much he and his son looked alike. “Best man? Fourth? What?”
“It’s like this,” Jenna explained. “Ron’s Harry’s best man. I’m Harry’s second, because Harry and I go waaaaay back. Ida was supposed to stand on Draco’s side, but all of Draco’s poncy friends - er, I mean, all of the lovely ladies Draco had hooked up with in the past, they wanted dibs on the bridesmaid side, and well…Ida isn’t exactly a “dress” kind of woman, so she doesn’t mind standing over on the opposite side with Harry. Draco said he didn’t care as long as she stood somewhere, and so…yeah. Third.”
“You’re groomsmen then?” Lucius was confused.
“No, Draco didn’t want us to feel like second class citizen’s, so we’re just Best wo(men). I know it doesn’t make sense in your upper-class-torie-white-man brain, but he’s your fucking kid and like you, he likes things his way, so whatever.” Ida huffed, and suddenly wished she was a smoker, just so she could look the part of put-out-lower-middle-class-owner-of-student-debt-woman and blow smoke in Lucius’ vain face. She wasn’t feeling particularly “adult” at the moment.
“Fine fine. Put whoever you want in this circus. I’m going home.”
“Need to feed the cat?” Jenna leered. Lucius flushed and disappeared with a pop. She grinned. “Here kittykittykitty.”
Ida laughed and grabbed up the list, putting Lauren back on and hastily added Victoria, who’d text messaged a reply at the last minute. “It’s in the bag, let’s go interview bar tenders.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
xxxx
“Oh, Harry……please Harry….OH!!!Harrrrreeeeeeee. Fuck me harder daddy! Oh, I want it so hard!!! Please!!!” Draco panted with effort, but it was nothing compared to the hot tufts of breath Harry was raining down on back as he pushed his cock deeper into Draco’s tight, sweet ass. Draco was a slave to Harry’s cock. He wanted it in him: in his hands, in his mouth, in his arse. It didn’t matter. He loved the feel of Harry’s hot velvety erection against his thigh, reminding him of where he belonged. He loved Harry’s hands on his body, soothing and arousing him all at the same time. He could feel his lover inside him, the hot throb of Harry’s appendage pushing into muscles that ached to be stretched that much further. Draco ached for the burn. He was so close to coming, Harry’s hands on his hips, keeping him firmly in place. Harry thrust hard one final time and then collapsed atop Draco, whose body quaked with the effort of milking Harry’s hot seed, taking it all as deep as it could go. He rubbed his sticky erection against the bed sheets, humping the mattress in a desperate search for friction. He wanted to come so very badly…
“Harry, please…oh Harry.” There were tears of frustration forming in his eyes, he was so close.
Harry rolled off of Draco and fought the urge to fall asleep immediately. If he did, there was no fucking way Draco would look at him, let alone speak to him, come the morning. Mustering the strength, he rolled Draco onto his back and proceeded to worship his angel, as only his angel deserved. “God baby, you’re so unbelievably hot.”
Draco whimpered. “I was tight, wasn’t I daddy?” Harry’s tongue was now wrecking havoc on his nipples. He fucking hated when Harry did this. Foreplay out the yingyang, the main event where Harry get’s off, and now more fucking foreplay and teasing. Draco was ready to come now…all over Harry. “Fuck it Potter, I want to come NOW!”
Harry backed off and looked at Draco with wide eyes. “What, are you channeling your Hogwarts bitch tonight?” He swatted at Draco’s hip and narrowed his eyes. “I think you should apologize, don’t you?”
Draco wanted to cry. “Yes, daddy. I’m so sorry….but, oh daddy it’s starting to hurt! PLEASE daddy!!”
Harry relented, and planted his mouth over Draco’s erection, sucking the blonde off in a matter of seconds. He looked up at his lover and smiled. “Feel better angel?”
Draco panted, and threw one arm over his face dramatically. “Harry….oh Merlin.”
Harry chuckled, and scooted up to snuggle with Draco, turning the blonde onto his side so he could spoon behind him. “I love you, my sweet angel.”
Draco smiled and snuggled back against Harry’s chest. “I can’t wait until we’re married, Harry. It’s going to be so perfect!”
Harry nodded sleepily into Draco’s hair. “Of course, baby.”
“Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“Would you mind at all if I….er. That is, would it freak you out?”
Harry frowned. “Would what freak me out, sweetheart?”
“WoulditfreakyououtifItoldyouIwantedtowearsomethingprettyonourweddingnight?”
“What?” Harry sat up and looked into Draco’s eyes, barely visible in the dark, especially without his lenses.
Draco blushed. “I want to wear something pretty on our wedding night. I know it’s silly, but I just - well I can’t help it.”
Harry blinked, trying to process. “You want to wear negligee on our wedding night?” Draco nodded. “Something silky and lacy that barely covers your bottom with ribbons that need to be untied to get you out of it?”
Draco nodded again, shyly. “Would that completely turn you off, Harry?”
“Oh God baby, no.” Harry rolled closer to Draco. “Please wear it….just thinking about sliding your perfect body out of it. Christ…” He moaned deep in the back of his throat and positioned his body over Draco’s. “Fuck, I want you all over again.”
Draco giggled. “I ordered it this morning.”
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The wedding is being written as I post this. If you see your name on the list, then you ought to be making an appearance. I won’t post credit for ideas yet, because I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but I would like to thank everyone that left a contribution. Some of your ideas are truly hilarious, and will most definitely be used. Thanks again for all the interest and kind words!
Ida
Authors: Myself and jennavere
Rating: NC-17
Follow the story arc from this Page
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. It’s all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made
Part IX:
“Honey, do you really want to do this? I mean, come on, we all know you’re as sub as they get, but negligee? Seriously. That’s pushing it.” Ida scowled even more when she lifted the price tag for the particular piece that had captured Draco Malfoy’s interest.
“But it’s so pretty! Don’t you think it would look pretty on me?!” He turned wide watery eyes on the Canadian woman, his expression hopeful.
“I don’t know, Draco. I seriously think you’re taking this sub thing too far. Next thing you know you’ll be wanting to wear a wedding dress and have Harry carry you over the threshold or some sterotypically feminine thing.”
Draco stomped his foot. “And what is wrong with that? Why can’t I have those things, and start smashing down stereotypes? Is it wrong for me to want my husband to carry me? It is wrong for me to want to wear pretty things? Is it wrong for me to just be ME on my wedding day? Is it?” He crossed his arms over his chest and sneered at his friend.
Ida sighed. “Look, I’m just saying. You know I love you, and that I want you and Harry to be happy. I think you should be yourself. It’s seriously not my opinion that you have to worry about, it’s Harry’s. Does your fiancé fancy all the same things? Will he enjoy seeing you wearing this silky, lacy thing on your wedding night? Maybe you should ask him, that’s all I’m suggesting.” Ida started when her purse beeped. She opened it and pulled out her phone. “Shit! Honey, I hate to call this shopping adventure short, but I have a meeting with your father to discuss the guest list, and YOU have an appointment with Jacob to get your roots - er, to get your hair done.” She smiled weakly and refused to look at Draco’s glare. “I have to run. I’ll talk to you later tonight, okay?” She booked it out of the store.
Once she was gone, Draco turned back to the slinky white teddy on display. It was really lovely, with just enough cloth to cover, but not so much as to not be fun. Plus, you had to undo the ribbons to get it off, and with a spell or two…he smiled. “Excuse me? Can you help me here please?”
xxxx
Lucius stared at the coffee-stained sheet of parchment in disdain. “What the hell happened to this?” He held it away from his body as if it possessed some bizarre muggle disease.
“Er, that’s my fault, eh?” Ida looked sheepish. “I kinda had this accident with the coffee maker this morning, and you know, I have the worst luck, and the fucking shit spilled all over my most important documents and well fuck, of course the fucking list was in the pile, and you know how it is -”
“Please cease with your incessant rambling right this minute. Oh, and try watching your language as well. I’ve never heard a woman with a more foul tongue than you.” Lucius sighed and looked the list over. Ida melted into her seat, oddly frightened. “These are all muggle names, aren’t they? Pray tell why would I pay to feed muggles? Especially when each plate has a bill of two hundred pounds attached to it?”
“Well, that’s just the list of Harry and Draco’s muggle friends. I have the list of old school mates, work colleagues, your own business partners….plus I called Narcissa and got input from her.” Jenna smiled and handed over another parchment, this one immaculate. Ida tried not to pout.
Lucius sighed. “If my dearest Cissa is involved I can only just begin to imagine.” His eyes widened when he saw the list. “Merlin woman, there must be at least three hundred names here!”
“Two hundred and ninety four, actually,” Jenna clarified.
“Well then. I’ll just have to remove some names from their less reputable list.” Lucius picked up a quill and scanned Ida’s coffee stained monstrosity. “What the hell kind of name is Lauren Ashton anyhow? It seems so….so…plebian.” Lucius sneered at the parchment and crossed out the name. He frowned when he saw two Malfoy’s on the list. “Why are these women on the muggle list?”
“Um, I don’t know?”
Lucius’ expression turned vicious. “There never has been, nor will there ever be, a muggle Malfoy. These names should be changed to the other list.”
“Er, we’ll get right on that!”
They watched as Lucius went back to the list.
Jae
Maria Fulton
Stray
Bonfoi
Lauren Ashton
Kasay
Tara
Meg
Lara
Libbi
Ivy Malfoy
Alicia Wolf
Mickey
Starla Lebeau
Caro
Cathy
Kathryn and Josh
Sam
Jenny
Breze
Jill Fox
Viridiana Malfoy
Kitty
Sebine
Paola
“There, that’s twenty five names. That ought to be enough to satisfy my son.” Lucius nodded and smiled to himself.
“You mean to tell me that you’re only cutting one fucking person, and that’s only because of their name?” Ida stood up and looked about reading to throw a fist into Lucius’ smiling face when Jenna intervened.
“Do you really think it’s necessary to cut only one person from the list, Mr. Malfoy? I mean really…it’s kind of ridiculous, isn’t it?”
“It’s fucking stupid, that’s what it is! You don’t even know her!! She could be a complete fox, a total money bags! She could provide you with the ultimate list of contacts to help you completely dominate the muggle corporate world, and you’re discounting her because you don’t like the way her fricken’ name looks on the page?!”
Lucius considered. “She could be a lot of things, I suppose. Would you like me to cut you from the list instead, Miss Ida?”
Ida huffed. “You wouldn’t fucking dare. I’m the third best man.”
Lucius raised an eyebrow and both women were suddenly struck with how much he and his son looked alike. “Best man? Fourth? What?”
“It’s like this,” Jenna explained. “Ron’s Harry’s best man. I’m Harry’s second, because Harry and I go waaaaay back. Ida was supposed to stand on Draco’s side, but all of Draco’s poncy friends - er, I mean, all of the lovely ladies Draco had hooked up with in the past, they wanted dibs on the bridesmaid side, and well…Ida isn’t exactly a “dress” kind of woman, so she doesn’t mind standing over on the opposite side with Harry. Draco said he didn’t care as long as she stood somewhere, and so…yeah. Third.”
“You’re groomsmen then?” Lucius was confused.
“No, Draco didn’t want us to feel like second class citizen’s, so we’re just Best wo(men). I know it doesn’t make sense in your upper-class-torie-white-man brain, but he’s your fucking kid and like you, he likes things his way, so whatever.” Ida huffed, and suddenly wished she was a smoker, just so she could look the part of put-out-lower-middle-class-owner-of-student-debt-woman and blow smoke in Lucius’ vain face. She wasn’t feeling particularly “adult” at the moment.
“Fine fine. Put whoever you want in this circus. I’m going home.”
“Need to feed the cat?” Jenna leered. Lucius flushed and disappeared with a pop. She grinned. “Here kittykittykitty.”
Ida laughed and grabbed up the list, putting Lauren back on and hastily added Victoria, who’d text messaged a reply at the last minute. “It’s in the bag, let’s go interview bar tenders.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
xxxx
“Oh, Harry……please Harry….OH!!!Harrrrreeeeeeee. Fuck me harder daddy! Oh, I want it so hard!!! Please!!!” Draco panted with effort, but it was nothing compared to the hot tufts of breath Harry was raining down on back as he pushed his cock deeper into Draco’s tight, sweet ass. Draco was a slave to Harry’s cock. He wanted it in him: in his hands, in his mouth, in his arse. It didn’t matter. He loved the feel of Harry’s hot velvety erection against his thigh, reminding him of where he belonged. He loved Harry’s hands on his body, soothing and arousing him all at the same time. He could feel his lover inside him, the hot throb of Harry’s appendage pushing into muscles that ached to be stretched that much further. Draco ached for the burn. He was so close to coming, Harry’s hands on his hips, keeping him firmly in place. Harry thrust hard one final time and then collapsed atop Draco, whose body quaked with the effort of milking Harry’s hot seed, taking it all as deep as it could go. He rubbed his sticky erection against the bed sheets, humping the mattress in a desperate search for friction. He wanted to come so very badly…
“Harry, please…oh Harry.” There were tears of frustration forming in his eyes, he was so close.
Harry rolled off of Draco and fought the urge to fall asleep immediately. If he did, there was no fucking way Draco would look at him, let alone speak to him, come the morning. Mustering the strength, he rolled Draco onto his back and proceeded to worship his angel, as only his angel deserved. “God baby, you’re so unbelievably hot.”
Draco whimpered. “I was tight, wasn’t I daddy?” Harry’s tongue was now wrecking havoc on his nipples. He fucking hated when Harry did this. Foreplay out the yingyang, the main event where Harry get’s off, and now more fucking foreplay and teasing. Draco was ready to come now…all over Harry. “Fuck it Potter, I want to come NOW!”
Harry backed off and looked at Draco with wide eyes. “What, are you channeling your Hogwarts bitch tonight?” He swatted at Draco’s hip and narrowed his eyes. “I think you should apologize, don’t you?”
Draco wanted to cry. “Yes, daddy. I’m so sorry….but, oh daddy it’s starting to hurt! PLEASE daddy!!”
Harry relented, and planted his mouth over Draco’s erection, sucking the blonde off in a matter of seconds. He looked up at his lover and smiled. “Feel better angel?”
Draco panted, and threw one arm over his face dramatically. “Harry….oh Merlin.”
Harry chuckled, and scooted up to snuggle with Draco, turning the blonde onto his side so he could spoon behind him. “I love you, my sweet angel.”
Draco smiled and snuggled back against Harry’s chest. “I can’t wait until we’re married, Harry. It’s going to be so perfect!”
Harry nodded sleepily into Draco’s hair. “Of course, baby.”
“Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“Would you mind at all if I….er. That is, would it freak you out?”
Harry frowned. “Would what freak me out, sweetheart?”
“WoulditfreakyououtifItoldyouIwantedtowearsomethingprettyonourweddingnight?”
“What?” Harry sat up and looked into Draco’s eyes, barely visible in the dark, especially without his lenses.
Draco blushed. “I want to wear something pretty on our wedding night. I know it’s silly, but I just - well I can’t help it.”
Harry blinked, trying to process. “You want to wear negligee on our wedding night?” Draco nodded. “Something silky and lacy that barely covers your bottom with ribbons that need to be untied to get you out of it?”
Draco nodded again, shyly. “Would that completely turn you off, Harry?”
“Oh God baby, no.” Harry rolled closer to Draco. “Please wear it….just thinking about sliding your perfect body out of it. Christ…” He moaned deep in the back of his throat and positioned his body over Draco’s. “Fuck, I want you all over again.”
Draco giggled. “I ordered it this morning.”
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The wedding is being written as I post this. If you see your name on the list, then you ought to be making an appearance. I won’t post credit for ideas yet, because I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but I would like to thank everyone that left a contribution. Some of your ideas are truly hilarious, and will most definitely be used. Thanks again for all the interest and kind words!
Ida