Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy - Happy Sunday - PG
Title: Happy Sunday
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary:Harry is woken up with a sharp kick to the stomach, Happy Sunday.
Same universe as Worry, Nuptials Snuffles, Tickles, Scared and Possessive
Word Count: 1020
Warning: Implied mpreg.
Author's Note: Thank you to my lovely beta d3m0liti0n for helping me with this and sending me hugs!
The first thing that indicated to Harry that his son was awake was a sharp kick in the stomach followed by the sound of Draco sniggering. He opened his eyes and stared groggily at his son who continued to kick and punch enthusiastically as if he had just discovered his limbs. Draco was lying on his side smiling down at the little boy; he had apparently been awake for a while and thought it would only be fair to let their son wake Harry up too, violently.
Another sharp kick to the stomach had Harry groaning and he sat up.
“Draco, you’re evil!” Harry whined and he turned to his partner who was trying not to laugh, unsuccessfully. Harry loved the way Draco looked in the morning, his normally pristine chin length hair lay in disarray around his face and his baggy silk pyjamas never failed to make Harry want to drool. If there hadn’t been a tiny child lying in between them and if Draco hadn’t been laughing at him then Harry would have had him pinned to the bed by now.
“Well, I’ve been up with this little monster since six this morning and it’s almost ten, so I though it was about time his Daddy got in on the action. Lazy shit,” Draco chided playfully. Harry rolled his eyes and lay back down next to their son who smiled up at him beatifically.
Alex really was an undeniably gorgeous child, everyone said so. His hair had already grown into an unusually thick mop of black curly hair for an eight month old child and his slate grey eyes suited his soft face beautifully. He was the perfect combination of the two men who lay cradled around him staring down at him as he squirmed. Draco had him dressed in a grass green sleeper suit which despite the colour Harry adored; he was forever calling Alex his little frog.
Draco leaned across the baby and pressed his lips to Harry’s, kissing him deeply and making him smile.
“What was that for?” Harry hummed in appreciation as Draco’s deliciously soft, wet tongue took a final swipe across Harry’s lower lip.
“Just saying good morning, and happy Sunday,” Draco smiled. Harry smiled back softly, although neither of them worked any longer they both enjoyed Sundays more than any other day. Sunday was the only day when they truly had nothing to do, despite not working, Harry, as a shareholder in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had taken a more active role and Fred or George often came over during the week to get Harry’s opinion on new product lines or to go over accounts. A week did not go by when they didn’t have Severus and Remus or Hermione, Ron and the children over for dinner or lunch but they always kept Sundays absolutely free. It had been like this long before Alex came along.
A few hours later, Alex was carefully placed in his buggy and the three of them were strolling through Primrose Hill Park. Draco pushed the buggy while Harry strolled casually next to him, he watched as other young parents walked by with their children and wondered if they were some of the famous muggle actors Hermione had told Harry lived around the park, he played this game every Sunday despite not having a clue what any of them looked like.
It was a chilly late January morning and they were all considerably bundled up against the cold London weather as they walked in companionable silence. Alex had fallen asleep as they walked and Draco parked the buggy near a bench and sat down, Harry followed and sat next to his husband. With their sides pressed together Harry slung an arm around Draco’s shoulders. He pulled the smaller man into his side and pressed his lips onto the side of Draco’s cashmere wool hat clad head.
“It’s been a tiring few weeks.” Draco whispered as he relaxed into Harry’s embrace, his fingers ran across Harry’s denim covered knee.
“I know, hopefully things will settle down now that Christmas is over and we can enjoy our first full year as parents.” Harry pressed another kiss to Draco’s head and the smaller man hummed in appreciation.
“I can’t believe he’s eight months old already,” they both looked at the small boy lying peacefully sleeping in the buggy. He looked so like Draco when he slept, all the mischievousness gone until he looked positively angelic.
“We’ll be celebrating his birthday in no time,” Draco sat up and turned to look at Harry, beaming.
“And you’ll soon be twenty five!” Draco smiled up into Harry’s sparkling green eyes in the same mischievous way their little son now did.
“That’s over six months to go, Draco!” Harry mock whined and leaned down to press their lips together.
“Old man,” Draco purred as they broke apart, before kissing Harry again more deeply. He snaked his arm around Harry’s neck and held him in place as he plundered his husband’s mouth with his tongue. Harry groaned softly, he loved kissing Draco and he didn’t think he would ever get enough of feeling those pliable lips pressed to his.
“I think we should go back home now, make the most of a sleeping baby and that gorgeous roaring fire we barely have time to enjoy.” Harry waggled his eyebrows and was delighted to see Draco blush even after all this time together.
“I think Mr Potter that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Draco smiled and jumped up from the bench, he held a hand out to help Harry up which he took gratefully. Draco pulled a little too hard on his hand and ended up pulling the taller man into him. He took the opportunity to wind his arms around Harry’s waist and they stared into one another’s eyes for a moment.
“I do love you, you know?” Harry whispered, making Draco smile. He could really be terribly sweet.
“Yes Harry, I know,” Draco whispered and arms wrapped around one another they began the short walk back to their house, where a roaring fire awaited them.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary:Harry is woken up with a sharp kick to the stomach, Happy Sunday.
Same universe as Worry, Nuptials Snuffles, Tickles, Scared and Possessive
Word Count: 1020
Warning: Implied mpreg.
Author's Note: Thank you to my lovely beta d3m0liti0n for helping me with this and sending me hugs!
The first thing that indicated to Harry that his son was awake was a sharp kick in the stomach followed by the sound of Draco sniggering. He opened his eyes and stared groggily at his son who continued to kick and punch enthusiastically as if he had just discovered his limbs. Draco was lying on his side smiling down at the little boy; he had apparently been awake for a while and thought it would only be fair to let their son wake Harry up too, violently.
Another sharp kick to the stomach had Harry groaning and he sat up.
“Draco, you’re evil!” Harry whined and he turned to his partner who was trying not to laugh, unsuccessfully. Harry loved the way Draco looked in the morning, his normally pristine chin length hair lay in disarray around his face and his baggy silk pyjamas never failed to make Harry want to drool. If there hadn’t been a tiny child lying in between them and if Draco hadn’t been laughing at him then Harry would have had him pinned to the bed by now.
“Well, I’ve been up with this little monster since six this morning and it’s almost ten, so I though it was about time his Daddy got in on the action. Lazy shit,” Draco chided playfully. Harry rolled his eyes and lay back down next to their son who smiled up at him beatifically.
Alex really was an undeniably gorgeous child, everyone said so. His hair had already grown into an unusually thick mop of black curly hair for an eight month old child and his slate grey eyes suited his soft face beautifully. He was the perfect combination of the two men who lay cradled around him staring down at him as he squirmed. Draco had him dressed in a grass green sleeper suit which despite the colour Harry adored; he was forever calling Alex his little frog.
Draco leaned across the baby and pressed his lips to Harry’s, kissing him deeply and making him smile.
“What was that for?” Harry hummed in appreciation as Draco’s deliciously soft, wet tongue took a final swipe across Harry’s lower lip.
“Just saying good morning, and happy Sunday,” Draco smiled. Harry smiled back softly, although neither of them worked any longer they both enjoyed Sundays more than any other day. Sunday was the only day when they truly had nothing to do, despite not working, Harry, as a shareholder in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had taken a more active role and Fred or George often came over during the week to get Harry’s opinion on new product lines or to go over accounts. A week did not go by when they didn’t have Severus and Remus or Hermione, Ron and the children over for dinner or lunch but they always kept Sundays absolutely free. It had been like this long before Alex came along.
A few hours later, Alex was carefully placed in his buggy and the three of them were strolling through Primrose Hill Park. Draco pushed the buggy while Harry strolled casually next to him, he watched as other young parents walked by with their children and wondered if they were some of the famous muggle actors Hermione had told Harry lived around the park, he played this game every Sunday despite not having a clue what any of them looked like.
It was a chilly late January morning and they were all considerably bundled up against the cold London weather as they walked in companionable silence. Alex had fallen asleep as they walked and Draco parked the buggy near a bench and sat down, Harry followed and sat next to his husband. With their sides pressed together Harry slung an arm around Draco’s shoulders. He pulled the smaller man into his side and pressed his lips onto the side of Draco’s cashmere wool hat clad head.
“It’s been a tiring few weeks.” Draco whispered as he relaxed into Harry’s embrace, his fingers ran across Harry’s denim covered knee.
“I know, hopefully things will settle down now that Christmas is over and we can enjoy our first full year as parents.” Harry pressed another kiss to Draco’s head and the smaller man hummed in appreciation.
“I can’t believe he’s eight months old already,” they both looked at the small boy lying peacefully sleeping in the buggy. He looked so like Draco when he slept, all the mischievousness gone until he looked positively angelic.
“We’ll be celebrating his birthday in no time,” Draco sat up and turned to look at Harry, beaming.
“And you’ll soon be twenty five!” Draco smiled up into Harry’s sparkling green eyes in the same mischievous way their little son now did.
“That’s over six months to go, Draco!” Harry mock whined and leaned down to press their lips together.
“Old man,” Draco purred as they broke apart, before kissing Harry again more deeply. He snaked his arm around Harry’s neck and held him in place as he plundered his husband’s mouth with his tongue. Harry groaned softly, he loved kissing Draco and he didn’t think he would ever get enough of feeling those pliable lips pressed to his.
“I think we should go back home now, make the most of a sleeping baby and that gorgeous roaring fire we barely have time to enjoy.” Harry waggled his eyebrows and was delighted to see Draco blush even after all this time together.
“I think Mr Potter that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Draco smiled and jumped up from the bench, he held a hand out to help Harry up which he took gratefully. Draco pulled a little too hard on his hand and ended up pulling the taller man into him. He took the opportunity to wind his arms around Harry’s waist and they stared into one another’s eyes for a moment.
“I do love you, you know?” Harry whispered, making Draco smile. He could really be terribly sweet.
“Yes Harry, I know,” Draco whispered and arms wrapped around one another they began the short walk back to their house, where a roaring fire awaited them.