Legasp! More SPEED PR0NZ
For SPEED PR0NZ. Prompt was Parent Teacher Night. Just a little drabble after that last one I wrote.
Title: Parent Teacher Night
Rating: T
Summary: Draco goes to the dreaded parent teacher night. Good thing Harry is there!
Warnings: SLASH, slight mentions of MPreg
I really didn't know what I was doing here. I had always dreaded parent teacher night when I attended Hogwarts and when I graduated I vowed to never EVER be caught dead at the dull function.
My parents were always there. Dressed immaculately, they would glide through the great hall keeping up the small talk with people who's lives they could destroy with one word to the right person. I loved the image back then but like everything that my parents did in their prime, it had come back to haunt me. It was Pansy's fault in the first place.
A year after our graduation she had gone to Germany with her new best friend, Ginny Weasley. I never got the full story of how they came to becoming so close. Every time I asked she just mumbled something about falling in love with gay men, something I didn't truly understand until years later because the at the time the red head was dating Harry Potter.
Anyway, they went to Germany, Pansy got drunk off her arse, slept with a pretty blonde guy and nine months later I was forced to learn how to be a step in father for my best friends son. And that is what brought me here tonight. Here in the great hall of Hogwarts, thirteen years after I had sworn to never attend this event.
People stared at me. I was on the receiving end of more than one death glare, and the worst part was my son (Yes he is my son weather it be legitimately or by proxy) was completely oblivious to my efforts to keep up a cool image because he and the rest of his Gryffindor posse were to busy playing pranks on the unsuspecting parents.
I loved my son more than anything, and though I almost blew up the manor when I found it he had been sorted into the enemy house, I learned to live with all the red around the house. I still blame Potter for my sons affinity for the color red. He seemed happy enough though so I couldn't complain.
"Red isn't your color love," a sweet female whispered into my ear.
"It's a good thing too, I can only imagine what Potter would have me wearing if it did look good on me," I replied turning to face Ginny.
"Oh don't listen to her, Draco, everything looks good on you," her husband Blaise said as he came up next to her raping his arms around her. She gave him a sweet kiss just as I felt a strong arm wrap around my own shoulders.
"I assure you, everything looks good off him too. Speaking of which I think I would like to steal him away for a one on one conference."
I question the sanity of Harry Potter on a daily basis, but at times like these I honestly consider checking him into St. Mungos. Honestly, we were standing in a room full of innocent children and their parents, most of the later wanted to kill me as it stood. No need to add fuel to the fire.
The wizarding world was not happy when we got together. It wasn't the they were against same sex couples or anything, they were just not to keen on their savior shacking up with a former death eater.
Of course Harry had kindly told them all to fuck off, he could do what and who he chose and since then it had been alright. But like everything else there were the rebels who would still jump on the chance to gut me and take my Harry for themselves.
Harry and I had become close way back when Mihael, my son, was first born. Harry had been in training to become a healer and was at the hospital when my son was born. There had been some complications with the birthing process and he came in to help. Things seemed to be looking good, well until Pansy passed out and we almost lost both her and the baby. As it was miracle potter was able to perform an emergency c-section and saved the child. They quickly rushed pansy to the emergency ward.
She died three days later.
I was standing in her room holding one of her cold hands in one of my warm ones, my other hand held the child close to my chest. Potter came in and rested a hand on my shoulder lightly.
"She's given you custody of the child." it was then that I looked up at Potter for the first time since we left school. I promptly burst into tears.
After that he came over to the manor every weekend to cook dinner for the both of us and check up on how things were going. When Mihael was 8, he was over more and more often. He had taken a teaching job at Hogwarts and had more free time.
We started dating when Mihael was nine.
My mother, being ever the insightful witch, had finally told him that if she saw him at the manor one more time and he hadn't moved in yet, she would kill him.
We had him moved in by the same time the next night. Harry kept saying that I had misinterpreted what my mother meant and that the last thing she wanted was for him to move in, but he smartly shut up when she walked out of the house with a smile and helped him levitate boxes into the house.
My mother adored Harry.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize that Harry had lead me away from the great hall until he had me pressed up against the closed, locked door of the DADA classroom.
"You have no idea how delicious you look," Harry panted in my ear. I smiled and wrapped my legs around his waist as he in clasped the blue robes I wore and sucked at my neck.
"Now, now Professor Potter, I thought you brought me here to discuss my son."
"Ah yes, about the little one," he said placing a hand on my slightly swollen stomach. I smiled at the man in front of me serenely. He returned the look and pressed his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I smiled and he removed the rest of my cloths. As he brought me to new heights of pleasure I couldn't help but think that maybe parent teacher night wasn't so bad after all.
Title: Parent Teacher Night
Rating: T
Summary: Draco goes to the dreaded parent teacher night. Good thing Harry is there!
Warnings: SLASH, slight mentions of MPreg
I really didn't know what I was doing here. I had always dreaded parent teacher night when I attended Hogwarts and when I graduated I vowed to never EVER be caught dead at the dull function.
My parents were always there. Dressed immaculately, they would glide through the great hall keeping up the small talk with people who's lives they could destroy with one word to the right person. I loved the image back then but like everything that my parents did in their prime, it had come back to haunt me. It was Pansy's fault in the first place.
A year after our graduation she had gone to Germany with her new best friend, Ginny Weasley. I never got the full story of how they came to becoming so close. Every time I asked she just mumbled something about falling in love with gay men, something I didn't truly understand until years later because the at the time the red head was dating Harry Potter.
Anyway, they went to Germany, Pansy got drunk off her arse, slept with a pretty blonde guy and nine months later I was forced to learn how to be a step in father for my best friends son. And that is what brought me here tonight. Here in the great hall of Hogwarts, thirteen years after I had sworn to never attend this event.
People stared at me. I was on the receiving end of more than one death glare, and the worst part was my son (Yes he is my son weather it be legitimately or by proxy) was completely oblivious to my efforts to keep up a cool image because he and the rest of his Gryffindor posse were to busy playing pranks on the unsuspecting parents.
I loved my son more than anything, and though I almost blew up the manor when I found it he had been sorted into the enemy house, I learned to live with all the red around the house. I still blame Potter for my sons affinity for the color red. He seemed happy enough though so I couldn't complain.
"Red isn't your color love," a sweet female whispered into my ear.
"It's a good thing too, I can only imagine what Potter would have me wearing if it did look good on me," I replied turning to face Ginny.
"Oh don't listen to her, Draco, everything looks good on you," her husband Blaise said as he came up next to her raping his arms around her. She gave him a sweet kiss just as I felt a strong arm wrap around my own shoulders.
"I assure you, everything looks good off him too. Speaking of which I think I would like to steal him away for a one on one conference."
I question the sanity of Harry Potter on a daily basis, but at times like these I honestly consider checking him into St. Mungos. Honestly, we were standing in a room full of innocent children and their parents, most of the later wanted to kill me as it stood. No need to add fuel to the fire.
The wizarding world was not happy when we got together. It wasn't the they were against same sex couples or anything, they were just not to keen on their savior shacking up with a former death eater.
Of course Harry had kindly told them all to fuck off, he could do what and who he chose and since then it had been alright. But like everything else there were the rebels who would still jump on the chance to gut me and take my Harry for themselves.
Harry and I had become close way back when Mihael, my son, was first born. Harry had been in training to become a healer and was at the hospital when my son was born. There had been some complications with the birthing process and he came in to help. Things seemed to be looking good, well until Pansy passed out and we almost lost both her and the baby. As it was miracle potter was able to perform an emergency c-section and saved the child. They quickly rushed pansy to the emergency ward.
She died three days later.
I was standing in her room holding one of her cold hands in one of my warm ones, my other hand held the child close to my chest. Potter came in and rested a hand on my shoulder lightly.
"She's given you custody of the child." it was then that I looked up at Potter for the first time since we left school. I promptly burst into tears.
After that he came over to the manor every weekend to cook dinner for the both of us and check up on how things were going. When Mihael was 8, he was over more and more often. He had taken a teaching job at Hogwarts and had more free time.
We started dating when Mihael was nine.
My mother, being ever the insightful witch, had finally told him that if she saw him at the manor one more time and he hadn't moved in yet, she would kill him.
We had him moved in by the same time the next night. Harry kept saying that I had misinterpreted what my mother meant and that the last thing she wanted was for him to move in, but he smartly shut up when she walked out of the house with a smile and helped him levitate boxes into the house.
My mother adored Harry.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize that Harry had lead me away from the great hall until he had me pressed up against the closed, locked door of the DADA classroom.
"You have no idea how delicious you look," Harry panted in my ear. I smiled and wrapped my legs around his waist as he in clasped the blue robes I wore and sucked at my neck.
"Now, now Professor Potter, I thought you brought me here to discuss my son."
"Ah yes, about the little one," he said placing a hand on my slightly swollen stomach. I smiled at the man in front of me serenely. He returned the look and pressed his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I smiled and he removed the rest of my cloths. As he brought me to new heights of pleasure I couldn't help but think that maybe parent teacher night wasn't so bad after all.