UK Meet-Up Ficlets
So when nursedarry said she needed people to write drabbles and ficlets for the hp_uk_meetup, I got a bit carried away and wrote, I think, six of them. Actually, I submitted seven, but one of them was more 'on loan' as it was part of my Reading Too Much Drarry series and one was a bit too sad. Anyhow, instead of posting the others in separate posts, I decided to break it down into two posts. This first one is made up of the four Harry/Draco stories and the next post is the Lucius/Harry story.
Anyway, have fun! (Also, delicious cookies for those who are NOT humming the "Inchworm" song after they read it.)
Warnings: Mpreg ("Inchworm"), light bondage ("Happy Birthday, Harry"), and extreme fluffiness ("Inchworm" and "Waiting for Harry")
Disclaimer for ALL: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author's note for ALL: I would like to thank MystressXOXO for all her help as a beta and wonderful friend. Would I have written anything without her encouragement?
Title: Why Narcissa Really Did What She Did
Rating: G
“Mother, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Draco, can’t this wait for another time? The Dark Lord will be returning again any day, and we’ve had so many people coming in and out of the manor. Bella’s lording over everyone as it is.”
“I’m sorry, Mother. I… I don’t think I can keep it in any longer.”
“Alright, but be brief. Bella has become a right nuisance!”
“When you forced me to identify him, I … I knew who that was…. I’m… I’m sorry, Mother.”
“Draco, what are you talking about?”
“I knew that was Harry Potter that Fenrir brought in. I could have identified him with my eyes closed.”
“Draco, that’s not funny, and this is not a joking matter.”
“I know, Mother, it’s just that… well, I think I’m in love with him.”
SLAP
“Do not play games with me, Draco Lucius Malfoy! I am your Mother, and I will not be disrespected!”
“I do apologize, Mother, if you think I’ve offended you. It was not my intent.
“I… I… I just don’t think I can hold this in any longer, and I felt like I had to tell someone or I’d burst. It’s been something I’ve been struggling with for some time now… years really. I had hoped my relationship with Pansy would make these thoughts go away. Then I hoped that I could bury them, deep down, and they’d get lost or go away. I hoped for anything, really.
“But when Potter showed up here, it all came back again. It was too much. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t watch the Dark Lord murder him. I just couldn’t! It would have killed me!
“I’m sorry, Mother! I’m so terribly sorry. What… What should we… I mean … what should I do? Should I summon him or -“
“No, Draco, that’s … that’s… I’ll think of something.
SIGH
“Merlin, what a mess!”
Title: Inchworm
Rating: G
Author's Note: Frank Loesser wrote the lyrics for “The Inch Worm”.
Draco came home and was not surprised to find that the house was dark and quiet. It was eight o'clock and Lily's bedtime. After he put his cloak away, he called their lone house-elf, Niffy, to ask her Harry's whereabouts. Niffy confirmed his suspicions.
"Master Harry is putting Mistress Lily down for her sleep," the house-elf replied.
"Thank you, Niffy," Draco said as he made his way up the stairs to the nursery.
Just before he entered the room, he could hear Harry softly singing to the one-year old.
"Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You’ll probably go far."
Harry was rocking back and forth on the rocking chair holding Lily. He looked up and smiled without stopping the song. He pressed his forefinger to his lips to indicate Draco should be silent. The toddler in his arms was fast asleep; her mouth was slightly open as she made adorable, snoring sounds.
Carefully, Harry stood and began to put the babe in her crib. She fussed a little when she felt the mattress beneath her, but continued sleeping once she turned onto her stomach. After his hands were free of her, Harry continued to sing.
"Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you’d stop and see
How beautiful they are."
With his husband leading the way out, Harry carefully walked out of the room to the sitting room. Niffy was called and returned with tea for them both.
Once they had settled and shared a quiet moment, Draco turned to Harry with a slight smile on his face.
"Remember when we brought her home from the hospital?" Draco queried.
"Yeah, I was so nervous that I almost cried every time she started to," Harry said with a light laugh in his voice and a far away look in his eye. “I don’t know how we got past that first month.”
"I think we were both nervous. We asked my parents over everyday for a week because we were so scared we'd break her."
"Yeah, after the fifth day they offered to buy a nursery elf or hire a nanny to take care of her. Then you flatly refused, saying that elves and nannies may have been good enough for you, but not for your daughter."
"I can still see the look of shock on Mother's face. I had never said 'no' to her before."
"Then, after a few days of arguments, I decided to stay home with her for the first few years. I think that was the best decision I’ve made. There are days when I can see her changing from the baby she was to the toddler she's becoming. It seems as much of a miracle as her birth."
"I'm glad she gets to spend so much time with at least one of her daddy's, although―"
"Draco, do you wish you had stayed home instead?" Harry asked. He always felt like he got the better end of the deal with him at home with Lily, while Draco had to juggle home life and work.
"Well, sometimes I do. Maybe I can stay home with the next one," Draco said with a slight smile.
"Well, that's something to think about in the future. Maybe in a few years."
"How about next year?"
"Draco?!"
"You know I've been so tired lately, and last week, I began having problems keeping my lunch down…. Then I didn’t want to worry you, so I went to see a healer today. And it looks like the nursery's going to get a little fuller," Draco said with a broad grin.
“Oh, Merlin! Are we going to have another one? When…. How…. I mean, how far along are you? Are there any problems? Do you know the sex?” Harry asked, flabbergasted. He put down his drink and knelt on the rug at Draco’s feet. Gently, he reached his hand out to Draco’s abdomen; looking up to see if it was all right if he placed his hand there. When Draco smiled and nodded, Harry began to gently rub in small circles.
“I don’t know the sex yet because I’m only about six weeks along. The healer said the baby was about the size of a centipede. He or she still has a ways to go before we can find out more,” Draco said as he ran his hands through Harry’s hair, his fingernails gently scratching along the scalp.
Harry opened up Draco’s robes and placed his ear to the now flat stomach. Draco laughed at the gesture. “I don’t think you’ll be able to hear anything yet, Harry.”
“True, but it doesn’t hurt to try. Besides, it’s got to get use to my voice, yeah?” Harry asked. Then without waiting for a reply, he began to sing to their new baby.
"Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You’ll probably go far...."
Title: Waiting for Harry
Rating: G
Draco always liked to arrive to their dinner reservations fifteen minutes early. It gave him time to visit the washroom to become presentable and wash his hands. Looking at his reflection, he knew he was still an attractive man even if age was catching up with him.
When he was seated at the table, he began to review the menu. This was one of their favorite dinning places, and often he ordered the same thing, yet he still had to look over the menu to see what he wanted. After deciding what he would likely eat, he ordered one of his favorite bottles of wine and sat back with his glass of wine to watch the other patrons engaging in conversation and dinning. He liked having this time to just look around while he waited for Harry.
As usual, Harry had phoned him and said that he would be a little late to the restaurant. He’d had a busy day and time had slipped by faster than Harry thought. He just had a few more things he wanted to finish before the week’s end. Draco didn’t mind really; it gave him more time in anticipation for Harry’s arrival.
For Draco, watching Harry come into the restaurant was one of the many highlights of the evening. From the moment he walked into the building, Harry was always so nervous and tired looking. His eyes would look around, lost and confused, until he found the maître d'. Then they would begin walking, in single file, to the table where Draco was seated.
This was the moment Draco awaited, the reason he liked to arrive early and be seated at the table before Harry arrived. As the two men weaved around the tables, Harry kept his head slightly down to keep from bumping into anyone. Draco watched in anticipation for that one prized moment.
Then, as they got close, Harry did finally look up and made eye contact with Draco. His shoulders would lift up, his back would straighten, his head would come up, and his pace would quicken. Then his face would explode in a myriad of changes from guarded and alone, to radiant and vivacious. His eyes would ignite with an unseen fire, and his mouth, cheeks, and even his nose would come alive, giving a smile that Draco knew no other person or other thing could inspire. With that look, Harry was able to express that he was happy, content, and whole.
The look and utter change in his demeanor spoke volumes to Draco. The complete transformation told him more than any awkward attempts Harry had made in the past of poetry and verbal seduction. With that one look, Draco found his own soul would be warmed and gladdened for the rest of the evening.
For Draco, that one look was worth waiting for Harry no matter how late he was.
He knew… that he was loved.
Title: Happy Birthday, Harry
Rating: NC-17
The canopy bed was stripped of it’s excessive pillows, quilts, and bedspreads. The only things on it were an ivory fitted satin sheet and Harry Potter.
Harry lay face up and his eyes were covered with a black fitted mask so that his world was covered in darkness. Each of his limbs was tied with soft silk cords to the four bedposts. His nipples stood erect, hard, dusky nubbins against his chest, and his body was covered in a light sweat sheen. His breath was quick in lustful anticipation of what might happen. He had been placed there by his husband and was told to ‘sit tight’ for his birthday present.
It had been almost twenty minutes from the time his eyes were covered, and the thought of what Draco had planned caused his erection to become painfully hard as it jerked involuntarily from time to time.
Then he felt something and gasped in response.
There was a dip in the bed as Draco silently sat down beside Harry. Something cool and slightly moist was being placed on each of his nipples. A trail of that sensation continued between his nipples as the cool, wet sensation then traveled in a thin line over his abs and finally pooled all over his cock and balls. Now he understood why Draco was insistent on him being ‘clean shaven’.
“Oh, Draco! What … what’re you doing?” Harry gasped as he felt the warm softness of Draco’s tongue contrast and lap up all the coolness of whatever it was he placed on Harry.
“God, this feels fantastic! I … I’m so hard right now, Draco! Please… please I need your mouth on my cock… it’s driving me crazy! What did you put on me?” Harry said as he began to thrust his hips up, his cock punching through the air, needing attention.
“Well, since it’s your birthday, Harry…
Lap lap lap
“I thought I would have my cake early…
Lick lick lick
“Since I didn’t know if I should have chocolate or vanilla…
“Groan … you taste so good…
“I decided on Harry cake instead!
Slurp slurp slurp
“I’ve put a nice layer of whipped cream over my cake. You know how I love sweets,” Draco said as his very talented mouth continued down Harry’s body, licking and sucking along the way, driving Harry insane with pleasure.
“Please, Draco!” Harry pleaded. “I don’t think I can take much more of this!” His body wanted so desperately to fuck, but Draco was using his hands to steady Harry’s hips and keep him from thrusting up as his mouth continued downwards. Harry was desperate for release. His head was swerving from side to side, and his hands were pulling against the restraints wanting to take Draco’s head and place that talented mouth on his unattended cock.
“Oh, Harry, you look so delicious like this,” Draco said as he pulled up a bit to rearrange himself. The momentary movement away from him caused Harry to whine in frustration.
“Happy Birthday, Harry,” Draco said as he bent down and completely took Harry’s cock into his mouth.
Anyway, have fun! (Also, delicious cookies for those who are NOT humming the "Inchworm" song after they read it.)
Warnings: Mpreg ("Inchworm"), light bondage ("Happy Birthday, Harry"), and extreme fluffiness ("Inchworm" and "Waiting for Harry")
Disclaimer for ALL: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author's note for ALL: I would like to thank MystressXOXO for all her help as a beta and wonderful friend. Would I have written anything without her encouragement?
Title: Why Narcissa Really Did What She Did
Rating: G
“Mother, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Draco, can’t this wait for another time? The Dark Lord will be returning again any day, and we’ve had so many people coming in and out of the manor. Bella’s lording over everyone as it is.”
“I’m sorry, Mother. I… I don’t think I can keep it in any longer.”
“Alright, but be brief. Bella has become a right nuisance!”
“When you forced me to identify him, I … I knew who that was…. I’m… I’m sorry, Mother.”
“Draco, what are you talking about?”
“I knew that was Harry Potter that Fenrir brought in. I could have identified him with my eyes closed.”
“Draco, that’s not funny, and this is not a joking matter.”
“I know, Mother, it’s just that… well, I think I’m in love with him.”
SLAP
“Do not play games with me, Draco Lucius Malfoy! I am your Mother, and I will not be disrespected!”
“I do apologize, Mother, if you think I’ve offended you. It was not my intent.
“I… I… I just don’t think I can hold this in any longer, and I felt like I had to tell someone or I’d burst. It’s been something I’ve been struggling with for some time now… years really. I had hoped my relationship with Pansy would make these thoughts go away. Then I hoped that I could bury them, deep down, and they’d get lost or go away. I hoped for anything, really.
“But when Potter showed up here, it all came back again. It was too much. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t watch the Dark Lord murder him. I just couldn’t! It would have killed me!
“I’m sorry, Mother! I’m so terribly sorry. What… What should we… I mean … what should I do? Should I summon him or -“
“No, Draco, that’s … that’s… I’ll think of something.
SIGH
“Merlin, what a mess!”
Title: Inchworm
Rating: G
Author's Note: Frank Loesser wrote the lyrics for “The Inch Worm”.
Draco came home and was not surprised to find that the house was dark and quiet. It was eight o'clock and Lily's bedtime. After he put his cloak away, he called their lone house-elf, Niffy, to ask her Harry's whereabouts. Niffy confirmed his suspicions.
"Master Harry is putting Mistress Lily down for her sleep," the house-elf replied.
"Thank you, Niffy," Draco said as he made his way up the stairs to the nursery.
Just before he entered the room, he could hear Harry softly singing to the one-year old.
"Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You’ll probably go far."
Harry was rocking back and forth on the rocking chair holding Lily. He looked up and smiled without stopping the song. He pressed his forefinger to his lips to indicate Draco should be silent. The toddler in his arms was fast asleep; her mouth was slightly open as she made adorable, snoring sounds.
Carefully, Harry stood and began to put the babe in her crib. She fussed a little when she felt the mattress beneath her, but continued sleeping once she turned onto her stomach. After his hands were free of her, Harry continued to sing.
"Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you’d stop and see
How beautiful they are."
With his husband leading the way out, Harry carefully walked out of the room to the sitting room. Niffy was called and returned with tea for them both.
Once they had settled and shared a quiet moment, Draco turned to Harry with a slight smile on his face.
"Remember when we brought her home from the hospital?" Draco queried.
"Yeah, I was so nervous that I almost cried every time she started to," Harry said with a light laugh in his voice and a far away look in his eye. “I don’t know how we got past that first month.”
"I think we were both nervous. We asked my parents over everyday for a week because we were so scared we'd break her."
"Yeah, after the fifth day they offered to buy a nursery elf or hire a nanny to take care of her. Then you flatly refused, saying that elves and nannies may have been good enough for you, but not for your daughter."
"I can still see the look of shock on Mother's face. I had never said 'no' to her before."
"Then, after a few days of arguments, I decided to stay home with her for the first few years. I think that was the best decision I’ve made. There are days when I can see her changing from the baby she was to the toddler she's becoming. It seems as much of a miracle as her birth."
"I'm glad she gets to spend so much time with at least one of her daddy's, although―"
"Draco, do you wish you had stayed home instead?" Harry asked. He always felt like he got the better end of the deal with him at home with Lily, while Draco had to juggle home life and work.
"Well, sometimes I do. Maybe I can stay home with the next one," Draco said with a slight smile.
"Well, that's something to think about in the future. Maybe in a few years."
"How about next year?"
"Draco?!"
"You know I've been so tired lately, and last week, I began having problems keeping my lunch down…. Then I didn’t want to worry you, so I went to see a healer today. And it looks like the nursery's going to get a little fuller," Draco said with a broad grin.
“Oh, Merlin! Are we going to have another one? When…. How…. I mean, how far along are you? Are there any problems? Do you know the sex?” Harry asked, flabbergasted. He put down his drink and knelt on the rug at Draco’s feet. Gently, he reached his hand out to Draco’s abdomen; looking up to see if it was all right if he placed his hand there. When Draco smiled and nodded, Harry began to gently rub in small circles.
“I don’t know the sex yet because I’m only about six weeks along. The healer said the baby was about the size of a centipede. He or she still has a ways to go before we can find out more,” Draco said as he ran his hands through Harry’s hair, his fingernails gently scratching along the scalp.
Harry opened up Draco’s robes and placed his ear to the now flat stomach. Draco laughed at the gesture. “I don’t think you’ll be able to hear anything yet, Harry.”
“True, but it doesn’t hurt to try. Besides, it’s got to get use to my voice, yeah?” Harry asked. Then without waiting for a reply, he began to sing to their new baby.
"Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You’ll probably go far...."
Title: Waiting for Harry
Rating: G
Draco always liked to arrive to their dinner reservations fifteen minutes early. It gave him time to visit the washroom to become presentable and wash his hands. Looking at his reflection, he knew he was still an attractive man even if age was catching up with him.
When he was seated at the table, he began to review the menu. This was one of their favorite dinning places, and often he ordered the same thing, yet he still had to look over the menu to see what he wanted. After deciding what he would likely eat, he ordered one of his favorite bottles of wine and sat back with his glass of wine to watch the other patrons engaging in conversation and dinning. He liked having this time to just look around while he waited for Harry.
As usual, Harry had phoned him and said that he would be a little late to the restaurant. He’d had a busy day and time had slipped by faster than Harry thought. He just had a few more things he wanted to finish before the week’s end. Draco didn’t mind really; it gave him more time in anticipation for Harry’s arrival.
For Draco, watching Harry come into the restaurant was one of the many highlights of the evening. From the moment he walked into the building, Harry was always so nervous and tired looking. His eyes would look around, lost and confused, until he found the maître d'. Then they would begin walking, in single file, to the table where Draco was seated.
This was the moment Draco awaited, the reason he liked to arrive early and be seated at the table before Harry arrived. As the two men weaved around the tables, Harry kept his head slightly down to keep from bumping into anyone. Draco watched in anticipation for that one prized moment.
Then, as they got close, Harry did finally look up and made eye contact with Draco. His shoulders would lift up, his back would straighten, his head would come up, and his pace would quicken. Then his face would explode in a myriad of changes from guarded and alone, to radiant and vivacious. His eyes would ignite with an unseen fire, and his mouth, cheeks, and even his nose would come alive, giving a smile that Draco knew no other person or other thing could inspire. With that look, Harry was able to express that he was happy, content, and whole.
The look and utter change in his demeanor spoke volumes to Draco. The complete transformation told him more than any awkward attempts Harry had made in the past of poetry and verbal seduction. With that one look, Draco found his own soul would be warmed and gladdened for the rest of the evening.
For Draco, that one look was worth waiting for Harry no matter how late he was.
He knew… that he was loved.
Title: Happy Birthday, Harry
Rating: NC-17
The canopy bed was stripped of it’s excessive pillows, quilts, and bedspreads. The only things on it were an ivory fitted satin sheet and Harry Potter.
Harry lay face up and his eyes were covered with a black fitted mask so that his world was covered in darkness. Each of his limbs was tied with soft silk cords to the four bedposts. His nipples stood erect, hard, dusky nubbins against his chest, and his body was covered in a light sweat sheen. His breath was quick in lustful anticipation of what might happen. He had been placed there by his husband and was told to ‘sit tight’ for his birthday present.
It had been almost twenty minutes from the time his eyes were covered, and the thought of what Draco had planned caused his erection to become painfully hard as it jerked involuntarily from time to time.
Then he felt something and gasped in response.
There was a dip in the bed as Draco silently sat down beside Harry. Something cool and slightly moist was being placed on each of his nipples. A trail of that sensation continued between his nipples as the cool, wet sensation then traveled in a thin line over his abs and finally pooled all over his cock and balls. Now he understood why Draco was insistent on him being ‘clean shaven’.
“Oh, Draco! What … what’re you doing?” Harry gasped as he felt the warm softness of Draco’s tongue contrast and lap up all the coolness of whatever it was he placed on Harry.
“God, this feels fantastic! I … I’m so hard right now, Draco! Please… please I need your mouth on my cock… it’s driving me crazy! What did you put on me?” Harry said as he began to thrust his hips up, his cock punching through the air, needing attention.
“Well, since it’s your birthday, Harry…
Lap lap lap
“I thought I would have my cake early…
Lick lick lick
“Since I didn’t know if I should have chocolate or vanilla…
“Groan … you taste so good…
“I decided on Harry cake instead!
Slurp slurp slurp
“I’ve put a nice layer of whipped cream over my cake. You know how I love sweets,” Draco said as his very talented mouth continued down Harry’s body, licking and sucking along the way, driving Harry insane with pleasure.
“Please, Draco!” Harry pleaded. “I don’t think I can take much more of this!” His body wanted so desperately to fuck, but Draco was using his hands to steady Harry’s hips and keep him from thrusting up as his mouth continued downwards. Harry was desperate for release. His head was swerving from side to side, and his hands were pulling against the restraints wanting to take Draco’s head and place that talented mouth on his unattended cock.
“Oh, Harry, you look so delicious like this,” Draco said as he pulled up a bit to rearrange himself. The momentary movement away from him caused Harry to whine in frustration.
“Happy Birthday, Harry,” Draco said as he bent down and completely took Harry’s cock into his mouth.