Fic: Cravings
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alisanneTitle: Cravings
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Summary: Harry loves having lunch at home.
Word Count: 1290
Genre: Romance, erotica, humor
Warnings: Mpreg.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_pots_n_porn, prompt #78: Cravings, and for harrydracompreg. Dedicated to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enchanted_jae.
Betas:emynn and sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Cravings
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“Whoever thought being an Auror would involve all this ruddy paperwork?”
Harry smiled, not looking up from his work. “Well, in her defence, Hermione did warn us while we were in training.”
Ron sighed. “Just one more thing she was right about, then. You know, Hermione always being right gets very old.”
Harry nodded in agreement. “I’m sure.”
Ron groaned as his quill broke. “Bloody hell. Do you have a spare quill?”
“Yes.” Passing him one across their conjoined desks, Harry held his tongue. He was sure that living with Hermione would be pretty irritating after a while, although he wasn’t about to say that when she could walk in at any minute--
“How’s it going, Ron? Harry?” asked Hermione, walking up behind them. Harry wasn’t surprised; she stopped by every day. “Are you done with your paperwork?” She perched on Ron’s desk. “And how’s Draco?”
Looking up from his paperwork, Harry smiled. She asked after Draco frequently. “He’s great, thanks. A bit busy, though. He’s trying to get ahead in his potion orders because of, well, you know. But he’s fine.”
She nodded. “No odd cravings, then?”
“Odd? Like what?”
“Like pickles and ice cream. That would be typical, especially for this stage in a male pregnancy. They often indicate a vitamin or mineral deficiency.”
Harry shook his head. “Not that I’ve seen.”
Hermione smiled. “Good, then he’s probably fine. Do give him my--” She paused, settling a hand on Ron’s shoulder. “--our regards. And if he needs a Healer--”
“He seems to be doing pretty well at the moment, but I’ll let him know you’d be happy to see him in consultation.” Harry grinned. “And I’ll even tell him you two sent good regards.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what’s so special about male pregnancy,” he muttered. “Anyone can do it with enough magic.”
Hermione hummed. “I’ll remember you said that when we get ready to expand our family,” she murmured.
Ducking his head, Harry hid his grin, and as his friends bickered good-naturedly, he marvelled at how life had changed. If someone had told him after the war that he’d end up married to Draco Malfoy, he’d have checked them for spell damage. And yet, not only are we married, but we’re pregnant.
It was all rather miraculous, really. Glancing at the clock, he signed the last of his reports and stood. He’d been trying to spend as much time as he could at home with Draco, which included taking his lunches there. “I’m off for lunch. See you later.”
Ron, deep in a whispered conversation with Hermione, barely looked up. “Yeah, all right.”
When he got home, Harry made straight for the lab, surprised not to find Draco there. Usually he had to drag him away from brewing. Following his nose, he then went to the kitchen. “Early lunch?” he asked, walking in on Draco making food. He settled into a chair at the kitchen table.
Draco hummed. “I started brewing early this morning, so yes, I’m having an early lunch. Are sandwiches all right?”
“Sure.” Cognisant of Hermione’s earlier question, he watched as Draco worked, but saw nothing unusual in what he prepared. Certainly no pickles and ice cream. He smiled.
“Something funny?” Draco asked, setting a plate with a couple of chicken salad sandwiches and some crisps in front of Harry.
“Just something Hermione mentioned at the Ministry today.” Harry started to eat. “This is brilliant, thanks. By the way, she and Ron send their regards.”
“Do they?” Draco hummed and popped a crisp into his mouth. “What sort of regards?”
Harry laughed. “Good ones,” he assured him. “By the way, Hermione keeps asking if you’ve been having any unusual cravings.”
Swallowing the last bit of his lunch, Draco raised an eyebrow. “What sort of unusual cravings?”
“Like pickles and ice cream.”
Making a face, Draco shuddered. “Together?”
“Apparently.”
“Ugh.” Standing up, Draco came around the table, slipping in between Harry and the remnants of his lunch. “Absolutely not. The only cravings I’m experiencing right now are of the carnal kind.” He smirked. “Although I wouldn’t say no to some...cream.”
Harry clasped Draco’s hips as he settled on Harry’s lap. “Ah, but that’s not especially odd,” he whispered as Draco nuzzled his neck. “You always were insatiable.”
“Are you complaining?” Draco asked as he scraped his teeth over Harry’s jaw.
“Not at all.” Harry deftly undid the buttons of Draco’s brewing robes. Finding him naked beneath, he smirked. “I’m very appreciative.”
“And so you should be.” Draco drew back, fumbling with Harry’s flies. When he’d freed Harry’s cock, he hummed, sliding his hand up and down a few times. “It looks like I’m not the only insatiable one.”
Biting his lower lip, Harry gently caressed the curve of Draco’s pregnant stomach as Draco shifted. When Draco rose up and turned his back to Harry in order to position him at his entrance, however, Harry blinked. “Wait, I haven’t prepared you yet--”
“I took care of it before you arrived,” murmured Draco over his shoulder. “Since I knew you were coming home.”
“Is this our pudding, then?” Harry breathed just as Draco started to sit down on his cock.
Draco, his head hanging low, chuckled. “I believe so. Now are you going to talk or fuck me?”
It was perfect. The position allowed Harry to slide in and out of Draco easily, while simultaneously supporting his hips. And he could even curve a hand around and below Draco’s protuberant belly to stroke his prick. Draco, meanwhile, was shoving back, moaning as Harry slid deeper.
Harry held out as long as he could, but soon he was speeding up. Draco’s muscles rippled around him, when, with a shout, he started to come all over Harry’s hand, Harry closed his eyes and clung to sanity.
When Draco was done, his trembling body going still as he caught his breath, Harry stood, pressing Draco against the table, making sure his belly was supported by the surface, and started to thrust. His world narrowed to the drag of his cock inside Draco and the way Draco urged him on with words and his clenching body. After only moments, Harry, too, was coming, emptying into Draco with a groan.
Once he’d caught his breath, he kissed Draco’s shoulder and withdrew, helping Draco to sit back in the chair with him. With a sigh, Draco waved his hand, cleaning them up.
Summoning Draco’s robes, Harry draped it over them. “I love having lunch at home.”
Draco chuckled. “Once this baby comes we won’t be able to do this anymore.”
Kissing the corner of Draco’s mouth, Harry sighed. “I know. So we may as well make the most of it now.”
“Agreed.” Harry’s wand, which was on the table, started to vibrate. “I believe you’re being summoned.”
“Damn.” Helping Draco up, Harry did up his clothes and picked up his wand. Leaning in for one last kiss, he said, “I’ll see you later for dinner.”
“I’ll be here.” Draco hummed. “Although by tonight I may have a bit of a craving for more...cream.”
Harry laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”
Upon arriving back at work, Harry was greeted by Hermione and Ron, who were still at Ron’s desk. “Did you two have lunch?” he asked, settling at his desk.
“We did.” Hermione pursed her lips. “Is Draco still doing all right? Did you ask him about any cravings?”
Harry smiled. “He’s fine. As for cravings--” He blushed. “I’ve seen nothing unusual.”
“Well,” said Hermione, moving for the door. “Keep your eyes open. Cravings can indicate a problem.”
Harry coughed. “I think we’ll be fine.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Summary: Harry loves having lunch at home.
Word Count: 1290
Genre: Romance, erotica, humor
Warnings: Mpreg.
A/N: Written for
hd_pots_n_porn, prompt #78: Cravings, and for harrydracompreg. Dedicated to enchanted_jae. Betas:
emynn and sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Cravings
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“Whoever thought being an Auror would involve all this ruddy paperwork?”
Harry smiled, not looking up from his work. “Well, in her defence, Hermione did warn us while we were in training.”
Ron sighed. “Just one more thing she was right about, then. You know, Hermione always being right gets very old.”
Harry nodded in agreement. “I’m sure.”
Ron groaned as his quill broke. “Bloody hell. Do you have a spare quill?”
“Yes.” Passing him one across their conjoined desks, Harry held his tongue. He was sure that living with Hermione would be pretty irritating after a while, although he wasn’t about to say that when she could walk in at any minute--
“How’s it going, Ron? Harry?” asked Hermione, walking up behind them. Harry wasn’t surprised; she stopped by every day. “Are you done with your paperwork?” She perched on Ron’s desk. “And how’s Draco?”
Looking up from his paperwork, Harry smiled. She asked after Draco frequently. “He’s great, thanks. A bit busy, though. He’s trying to get ahead in his potion orders because of, well, you know. But he’s fine.”
She nodded. “No odd cravings, then?”
“Odd? Like what?”
“Like pickles and ice cream. That would be typical, especially for this stage in a male pregnancy. They often indicate a vitamin or mineral deficiency.”
Harry shook his head. “Not that I’ve seen.”
Hermione smiled. “Good, then he’s probably fine. Do give him my--” She paused, settling a hand on Ron’s shoulder. “--our regards. And if he needs a Healer--”
“He seems to be doing pretty well at the moment, but I’ll let him know you’d be happy to see him in consultation.” Harry grinned. “And I’ll even tell him you two sent good regards.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what’s so special about male pregnancy,” he muttered. “Anyone can do it with enough magic.”
Hermione hummed. “I’ll remember you said that when we get ready to expand our family,” she murmured.
Ducking his head, Harry hid his grin, and as his friends bickered good-naturedly, he marvelled at how life had changed. If someone had told him after the war that he’d end up married to Draco Malfoy, he’d have checked them for spell damage. And yet, not only are we married, but we’re pregnant.
It was all rather miraculous, really. Glancing at the clock, he signed the last of his reports and stood. He’d been trying to spend as much time as he could at home with Draco, which included taking his lunches there. “I’m off for lunch. See you later.”
Ron, deep in a whispered conversation with Hermione, barely looked up. “Yeah, all right.”
When he got home, Harry made straight for the lab, surprised not to find Draco there. Usually he had to drag him away from brewing. Following his nose, he then went to the kitchen. “Early lunch?” he asked, walking in on Draco making food. He settled into a chair at the kitchen table.
Draco hummed. “I started brewing early this morning, so yes, I’m having an early lunch. Are sandwiches all right?”
“Sure.” Cognisant of Hermione’s earlier question, he watched as Draco worked, but saw nothing unusual in what he prepared. Certainly no pickles and ice cream. He smiled.
“Something funny?” Draco asked, setting a plate with a couple of chicken salad sandwiches and some crisps in front of Harry.
“Just something Hermione mentioned at the Ministry today.” Harry started to eat. “This is brilliant, thanks. By the way, she and Ron send their regards.”
“Do they?” Draco hummed and popped a crisp into his mouth. “What sort of regards?”
Harry laughed. “Good ones,” he assured him. “By the way, Hermione keeps asking if you’ve been having any unusual cravings.”
Swallowing the last bit of his lunch, Draco raised an eyebrow. “What sort of unusual cravings?”
“Like pickles and ice cream.”
Making a face, Draco shuddered. “Together?”
“Apparently.”
“Ugh.” Standing up, Draco came around the table, slipping in between Harry and the remnants of his lunch. “Absolutely not. The only cravings I’m experiencing right now are of the carnal kind.” He smirked. “Although I wouldn’t say no to some...cream.”
Harry clasped Draco’s hips as he settled on Harry’s lap. “Ah, but that’s not especially odd,” he whispered as Draco nuzzled his neck. “You always were insatiable.”
“Are you complaining?” Draco asked as he scraped his teeth over Harry’s jaw.
“Not at all.” Harry deftly undid the buttons of Draco’s brewing robes. Finding him naked beneath, he smirked. “I’m very appreciative.”
“And so you should be.” Draco drew back, fumbling with Harry’s flies. When he’d freed Harry’s cock, he hummed, sliding his hand up and down a few times. “It looks like I’m not the only insatiable one.”
Biting his lower lip, Harry gently caressed the curve of Draco’s pregnant stomach as Draco shifted. When Draco rose up and turned his back to Harry in order to position him at his entrance, however, Harry blinked. “Wait, I haven’t prepared you yet--”
“I took care of it before you arrived,” murmured Draco over his shoulder. “Since I knew you were coming home.”
“Is this our pudding, then?” Harry breathed just as Draco started to sit down on his cock.
Draco, his head hanging low, chuckled. “I believe so. Now are you going to talk or fuck me?”
It was perfect. The position allowed Harry to slide in and out of Draco easily, while simultaneously supporting his hips. And he could even curve a hand around and below Draco’s protuberant belly to stroke his prick. Draco, meanwhile, was shoving back, moaning as Harry slid deeper.
Harry held out as long as he could, but soon he was speeding up. Draco’s muscles rippled around him, when, with a shout, he started to come all over Harry’s hand, Harry closed his eyes and clung to sanity.
When Draco was done, his trembling body going still as he caught his breath, Harry stood, pressing Draco against the table, making sure his belly was supported by the surface, and started to thrust. His world narrowed to the drag of his cock inside Draco and the way Draco urged him on with words and his clenching body. After only moments, Harry, too, was coming, emptying into Draco with a groan.
Once he’d caught his breath, he kissed Draco’s shoulder and withdrew, helping Draco to sit back in the chair with him. With a sigh, Draco waved his hand, cleaning them up.
Summoning Draco’s robes, Harry draped it over them. “I love having lunch at home.”
Draco chuckled. “Once this baby comes we won’t be able to do this anymore.”
Kissing the corner of Draco’s mouth, Harry sighed. “I know. So we may as well make the most of it now.”
“Agreed.” Harry’s wand, which was on the table, started to vibrate. “I believe you’re being summoned.”
“Damn.” Helping Draco up, Harry did up his clothes and picked up his wand. Leaning in for one last kiss, he said, “I’ll see you later for dinner.”
“I’ll be here.” Draco hummed. “Although by tonight I may have a bit of a craving for more...cream.”
Harry laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”
Upon arriving back at work, Harry was greeted by Hermione and Ron, who were still at Ron’s desk. “Did you two have lunch?” he asked, settling at his desk.
“We did.” Hermione pursed her lips. “Is Draco still doing all right? Did you ask him about any cravings?”
Harry smiled. “He’s fine. As for cravings--” He blushed. “I’ve seen nothing unusual.”
“Well,” said Hermione, moving for the door. “Keep your eyes open. Cravings can indicate a problem.”
Harry coughed. “I think we’ll be fine.”
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