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thepretender501Rating: NC-17
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elainemalfoy all mistakes are mine :)Disclaimer: Wholly inspired by HP. I own nothing and make no money.
Pairing: H/D, Teddy
Warnings: Flufftastic, slashy sex, also it's got a kid!Teddy
Summary: In which Harry can't say no and Draco's having difficulty outsmarting a five year old.
A/N: I tried to write this for the
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hd_pots_n_porn prompt # 34 chilli or stew, but Teddy totally took over. It was supposed to be a drabble...*shrug* Oh well there's a reference to chili and a bit of porn. Hope it's still yummy :) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~
“Give me a taste,” Draco whispered. He brushed his fingertips against his lover’s bare neck just to hear him groan.
And Harry did groan though it was barely audible. Flustered, he dropped his wand but once he retrieved it he rounded on Draco and shot him a warning glance. “Don’t,” he said, quiet but firm.
“You’re too tense, Potter.”
“What do you expect? Teddy isn’t even asleep yet. He’s waiting on his bedtime story.”
Draco’s grin faded as he approached the stove. “I was asking for a taste of the delicious chili you made.”
Harry snorted. “Sure you were.” He flicked his wand and Tales of Beedle the Bard flew from the bookshelf into his waiting hands.
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Not that one again,” he protested. “He’s practically got it memorized.”
“It’s his favorite book at the moment.”
“Well don’t spoil him. Let him read to himself, and join me for dinner.”
Harry laughed. “And by dinner, I’m sure you don’t mean a quick romp on the dining room table? I don’t want to spoil the wrong child, Malfoy. The longer Teddy waits, the longer you wait…”
Draco crossed his arms as Harry headed for Teddy’s bedroom. It would be an hour before he was done with his godson. and even after that Teddy would remain awake. He’d ask Harry for water or milk or water mixed with milk. And Draco’s least favorite, Teddy would ask to sleep in their bed and Harry never said no. Teddy easily walked all over Harry; the boy was a terror. Like the previous evenings, Harry would probably be fast asleep long before Teddy.
No, Draco made up his mind, Teddy wouldn’t win tonight. Draco was missing Potter in ways he couldn’t even understand; and after facing three inquiries at the Ministry this week, he had a tension headache only Harry could cure.
He looked at the stew still simmering on the stove, picked up the ladle and inhaled. Onions, red peppers, tomatoes and an extra powerful hint of spice Harry included in his secret recipe. Harry was right, Teddy wasn’t the only one being spoiled. He scooped some into a bowl, sat down at the table, and sighed. How was he going to outsmart a five year old when it came to avoiding bedtime?
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“Uncle Harry!” Teddy had fastened himself to Harry’s leg and despite all of Harry’s attempts to break free he couldn’t get past the threshold of Teddy’s bedroom. Draco watched the scene from the sofa in the family room of their small flat. “One more story please. You didn’t tell me the one about the three brothers yet.” Teddy’s voice was deliberately whiny.
“Teddy, I told you about the three brothers twice last night. You said you wanted to hear about Babbity Rabbity today.” Harry was calm, too calm for someone who could so easily command authority. Teddy had him wrapped and knotted around his finger. Draco rolled his eyes.
“It’s bedtime,” Draco intervened. Teddy squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.
Harry yawned and gave another weary jerk of his leg, trying to rid it of Teddy. “Draco is right. If I read one more story will you go to sleep?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Teddy nodded his head frantically. Harry gave Draco an apologetic look, and Draco watched them disappear back into Teddy’s bedroom.
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“God, finally.” Draco buried his head in against Harry’s neck and began nibbling impatiently. What was supposed to be one story had turned into seven. Draco practically had to drag Harry from Teddy’s bed to theirs.
“Draco,” Harry groaned; he shivered and dropped his head back.
“You’re all mine now.”
“Draco, I think Teddy’s still awake—damn—”
Draco guided Harry’s hand over his erection. “I need you.”
“Hard,” Harry whispered. He squeezed Draco’s cock and then slipped beneath the blankets eagerly. He tugged Draco’s pajama bottoms so hard he practically tore the fabric. His lips were wet as he placed greedy kisses at Draco’s hipbones and then trailed them from his abdomen to his pubic hair. He bit down several times and the resulting sting made Draco cry out. Without a moment to recover from the burn, Draco felt intense pleasure once again. Harry teased the tip of his cock. He could feel the flicking of Harry’s tongue back and forth again and again.
“Cock slut,” Draco groaned. He tangled his fingers in Harry’s hair and forced his head down. They’d only just begun and Draco already felt like he was coming from the teasing alone.
“Uncle Harry?”
It was remarkable how fast Harry stilled, even with a hardened cock pressed against his lips. Draco watched a head of sloppy jet black hair snake out from beneath the duvet and he had to suppress the urge to grab it and push Harry back down.
Teddy gave Draco the look reserved for the ‘mean’ parent. Draco remembered making the same face whenever he came across Lucius before a fit of whining.
“Uncle Harry, I’m scared. Can I sleep in here?”
Harry bit his lip and Teddy took several tentative steps forward.
“Okay, but this is the last night,” Harry said, his voice a poor imitation of stern.
“I can’t take this.” Draco scooted his pajama bottoms up over his sensitive cock.
“Draco, don’t,” Harry warned.
“Teddy, there is nothing to be afraid of. You have to sleep in your own bed.”
“Draco--” Harry squeezed his wrist.
“Potter, you’re one of the bravest people I know. Please don’t turn my cousin into a scared little pussy.”
“Draco!” Harry hissed. “That word isn’t appropriate—”
“Think about it, Harry. He needs to face his fears. You, of all people, know that.”
Harry chewed his bottom lip and Teddy stared, wide-eyed awaiting the outcome of their argument. After endless silence, in which Draco could still feel his cock pulsing, Harry finally spoke.
“Uncle Draco is right. You’ve got to go to your own bed.”
Teddy crumbled. “But— but Uncle Harry—please, I—I saw a ghost.”
Draco fought the urge to laugh.
“No you didn’t,” Harry smiled, “and even if you did, they’re not all bad.”
Teddy stomped his foot and his eyes glistened wet in the dim light. “It was scary,” he cried, and his hair color changed from bright blue to amber.
“Go tell it to leave you alone,” Harry said.
Teddy sniffled. “Will—Will you?”
Harry slid out of the bed and gave Draco a weary glance.
“No, Teddy listen,” Draco started and the boy’s glossy eyes settled on him. “Go back in your room and you tell that ghost you’re not going to take his shit,”
“Draco!” Harry said through gritted teeth.
“What—What if he hurts me?” Teddy lingered, his lip quivering.
“Alright, I’ll come with you,” Draco said. He took Teddy’s hand and they left the bedroom.
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“He faced his fears… Harry?” Draco returned to their room to find a lump that was Harry motionless beneath the covers.
“Hmm?” Harry mumbled.
“Are you awake??”
Silence.
“Fuck,” Teddy had won again. Draco slipped beneath the sheets, bitter and irritated and then a wicked thought came to mind. He scooted close to Harry and pressed his cock, which was rapidly hardening, against Harry’s arse. Harry shuttered in his sleep. Draco then wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist and dropped his hand down the front of Harry’s pajama bottoms. When he had Harry’s soft heated prick in his hand, he stroked it. Harry’s breathing picked up, and his hips inched slightly forward to the touch. Draco tugged Harry’s bottoms down. Only the thin cloth of his own pants kept his cock from slipping into Harry’s arse hole. He grabbed his wand and muttered a lubrication spell.
Harry jerked awake; his head flew back and nearly connected with Draco’s jaw. “Wha—” Harry panicked.
“Why not take out a few of my teeth, Potter?”
“Huh?” Harry reached behind him and slid a hand down the cleft of his own arse. He then held up his hand to examine it in the moonlight. “Did you just? Did we just—did I sleep through it?”
Draco laughed. “What if I said yes?”
“Where’s Teddy?”
“Fine.”
“Fuck.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Draco slipped a finger into Harry’s arse and continued to massage his cock. Harry arched backwards.
“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered, “but I needed you. We can’t age before our time just because you inherited Teddy.”
“I didn’t inherit him, he’s a person not a thing and—” Harry was grinding now. “He’ll be back in here any minute now. So we shouldn’t.” That didn’t stop him from tugging Draco’s pants down.
“He won’t be back tonight.”
“I’ve never been a father before.” Harry let out a soft groan. “Never even had a father. Draco—stop teasing—“
Draco slipped his fingers out of Harry’s arse and circled the hole with the head of his cock.
“You’re not bad at it,” Draco said.
“How can I be sure?” Harry kept his back arched into Draco’s chest and slowly rocked his hips back and forth. Draco met his pace.
“Can’t,” Draco gasped into the back of Harry’s head. Harry clenched so tightly Draco felt the pressure boiling over, the heat and wet surrounded every inch of his cock.
“Faster.” Harry’s hips rolled back and forth. “Any second… he could come…in here. Fuck! Draco, faster please!”
Draco slowed his pace and Harry groaned. “Relax,” Draco slipped out and tangled his fingers in Harry’s hair. He sat up and settled on to Harry’s waist. Harry looked up at him. “Relax, “Draco said again, “and get on your hands and knees.”
Harry smirked and grabbed a fistful of Draco’s hair, yanking him closer. He smashed their lips together in a wet kiss-- all tongues and teeth. “No more teasing. I want it hard.” Harry growled between kisses.
“Slut,” Draco whispered.
“Only for you.” The bed squeaked beneath them as Harry altered his position. “Now hurry…”
In seconds Draco was back inside the intense wet heat. His nails dug into Harry’s waist. Heavy panting and the wet slap of skin on skin were the only sounds heard above the pounding of his heart. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, dizzy and frantic. He cried out in pleasure and the sound was echoed by Harry’s muffled cries. Draco felt Harry shudder and then come spattered all over the sheets. That was enough to take Draco over the edge. He came and then pulled Harry close to his chest. He didn’t pull his cock out, leaving it to go soft inside his lover.
“So…tired…” Harry gasped.
“That’s all I wanted.” Draco ran his fingers through the damp web of Harry’s hair. They lay in silence and Draco felt himself beginning to harden again.
Harry shifted and sighed. “I better go check on Teddy.”
“No.” Draco gripped Harry’s shoulders and held him in place.
“I haven’t heard from him and I’m worried—“
“He’s fine.”
“But he was scared and I ignored him because I was horny and—“
“He’s fine.”
“He probably thinks I hate him—“
“Harry! He’s fine. I promise.”
Harry shifted out of his grasp and pulled away. He turned his body so they were face to face. “How do you know?”
“I helped him face his fears.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “How?”
Draco shrugged. “I told him ghosts were nothing but transparent scaredy cats. I mean the bloody baron looked menacing but he was a sap.”
“Really?” Harry smiled and stretched out on the bed.
Draco nodded and closed his eyes.
“And Teddy believed you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Because I don’t.”
Draco opened his eyes.
“What did you really tell him?” Harry’s eyes were light with amusement.
“I told him if he slept in his own bed, all night for a month I’d get him a Dragon’s egg for Christmas.”
Harry chuckled. “I should’ve known. I’m not even going to ask how you plan to pull that off.”
“My dad got me one.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Look, you’re lucky; my next plan was petrificus totalus.”
Harry shot up suddenly and Draco quickly grabbed his arm. “I didn’t, I swear.”
“You’re an arsehole.” Harry yawned and then curled back up beneath the covers. Draco draped an arm over his shoulder. “Do you think we’ll get everything right with him?” Harry asked.
“Nope.”
“God, Draco," Harry said, frustrated. "What am I going to do? He depends on me-- on us.”
Draco shrugged. “Do your best.”
Harry sighed. “I hope that will be good enough.”
“It will be,” Draco said. "It has to be.”
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Date: 2010-11-09 07:30 am (UTC)The parental dynamics that both Harry and Draco have is such fun to read.
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Date: 2011-02-22 06:35 am (UTC)Hot sex though!
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