Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Reception
Chapter Number/Total: 27/49
Chapter Title: Reception
Words: 2013 Words
Harry was talking with Mrs. Weasley now, telling her and the rest of the table what Draco's new construct was made from and the charms on it. She, Ginny and Hermione gushed over how good it looked and what an improvement it was.
Draco sauntered over to his husband, and stood with hands on his hips behind Harry, listening and watching. A few people glanced up and smiled at him.
Harry looked at faces suddenly focused on something behind him and he turned in his seat and smiled to see Draco standing there. "I was just telling them about your construct," he said happily.
Draco smiled, and used the silver hand to caress Harry's hair. "Works very well," he said with a raised eyebrow.
Harry smirked, knowing just how well it worked.
"It's gorgeous, Draco," said Ginny, smiling.
"It is very. And that was a lovely ceremony," said Mrs. Weasley, although her cheeks grew a bit pink.
Harry flushed and looked at the green table cloth.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Draco said, only slightly flushed as he slid into the seat beside Harry. "I must confess," he said, "I don't remember anything but Harry."
Harry realised that that was true for him as well, only it was Draco that had been the focus of his attention. "Me either," he said.
"Odd," said Ron.
Harry shrugged.
"When did my mother arrive?" Draco asked, trying to make the question sound light.
Remus looked up, considering him. "Just before the ceremony began," he answered.
Harry looked at Draco. He knew that nonchalant voice. He wondered what Draco wanted to know about his mother.
House-elves had appeared with plates of food for Harry and Draco as soon as they sat down. Draco didn't have much of an appetite at the moment. He obliged Ginny and company when they asked to see his hand and smirked a bit when they touched it.
Harry smiled, watching Draco and delighting in his obvious pleasure at being asked about the hand.
"It's warm like skin," said Ginny, surprised.
Harry grinned and nodded.
Draco glanced at Harry, eyes sparkling with amusement as the women continued to play with his hand as if it was a pretty piece of jewellery rather than a body part. Maybe they didn't realise he could feel every touch, but he was starting to blush a bit at the contact.
Harry snorted at Draco's blush and decided to tell the women just what they were doing. "He can feel everything, you know," he said, amused with the way Ginny was moving each of the fingers and then touching around the ring. "Like a real hand. It's like you're touching his skin."
"Hmm," said Ginny, touching the ring still as Mrs. Weasley and Hermione slowly pulled their hands away.
Harry snorted again.
Draco smirked, still flushed, and discreetly moved his hand out of her grasp to reach for a drink. No sense pushing Harry too far.
Harry smiled.
"Why hello, you horny buggers," said a familiar voice from above.
Harry turned his head to see Fred smirking down at him and Draco, George next to him.
"Oh, don't you start that!" said Mrs. Weasley, glaring slightly at her sons.
"Oh, we're just teasing," said George, waving his mother off.
Harry raised an eyebrow as a slight flush swept across his cheeks.
Draco flushed too, smirking as he suddenly became very interested in his food.
"I believe that would have been another free show we could have gotten," said Fred, grinning.
"That's right," said George. "Lucky we're gentlemen."
Nearly everyone at the table raised eyebrows at that one.
Fred and George laughed.
"No, but really," said Fred, "congratulations."
George nodded. "Yeah, you guys are brilliant. Don't think anyone else could keep up with your sex drives anyway. Lucky you found each other."
Harry sighed. It never failed. Not even at their wedding would Fred and George refrain from teasing them.
Draco blushed so hard he thought his ears were burning. He picked at the food on his plate, not looking up from it. "Thanks," he tried to say, but it was barely a whisper.
Harry shot glares at Fred and George - glares with no real malice behind them.
Fred and George laughed and pulled up chairs to sit down.
Mrs. Weasley huffed. "Well, anyway," she said, giving disgruntled looks to the twins, "what are you two planning now?"
Harry smiled up at Mrs. Weasley. "Well, next we get a cat," he said happily, grinning at Draco.
Draco snorted, giving up on the food and pushing the plate away. "Yes, Harry promised we could have a cat." He smiled.
Ron gave them both amused looks.
"Well, that's great," said Mr. Weasley, reaching into the centre of the table to grab himself some bread. "I saw your mother here, Draco. She had to leave?"
Draco nodded, a half-smile on his lips. "She could only get away for the ceremony."
"Who was that bloke she was with?" asked George, taking bread for himself as well.
Harry swallowed his mouthful too quick and coughed.
Hermione patted him on the back.
"A friend of the family," Draco answered. "So, I am ready for cake." He smiled. "When do we get to cut and eat it?"
"As soon as you're both finished eating, right?" said Ginny. "Better ask Fleur."
And a minute later, Fleur was there, looking stunning in her dress robes and dragging Bill along with her. "Zat was wonderful," she said happily to Harry and Draco. "You both looked seemply amazing."
Harry grinned and was glad that she left out talking about the end of the ceremony. "Thanks," he said. "Pull up a chair. Everyone's sitting here anyway."
She and Bill did, the table now very full.
Draco looked at Harry, thinking of how beautiful and loving the man was. He slipped his hand under the table, laying it on Harry's thigh.
Harry grinned at Draco and didn't look anywhere else for a few moments.
"You did a very nice job on everything, Fleur," said Mrs. Weasley. "It's all so lovely."
Fleur beamed.
Harry smiled at her again. "Yes, she did do a terrific job. Had it been only me and Draco working on it, I'm sure it wouldn't look half as good.
"You are very welcome," said Fleur happily. "It's been very fun."
Harry snorted and took another bite of food.
He and Draco both chatted with everyone at their table and soon got up to move around the room to thank everyone for coming. They had a short conversation with Moody, who was convinced that the food was contaminated with some unidentifiable substance, and also a talk with Kingsley and some of the other Order members about, of all things, their decorations. Harry thought it was rather amusing. Eventually, they found themselves back at the Weasley table with their close friends.
"Oh," Harry said to Fleur, looking up as he remembered that Draco had asked a little bit ago. "When do we cut cake?"
Fleur looked around her. "Most of ze guests seem to be fineeshed with zer meals. Anytime you like would be all right now."
"I am always ready for something sweet," Draco said with a smirk, squeezing Harry's thigh but nodding to Fleur.
Harry smirked, too. "You want to do that now then?" he asked Draco, eyebrow raised.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I think we should cut the cake before the twins start up again."
Harry grinned and Fred and George laughed loudly.
"Okay, let's go do that," Harry said, taking Draco's hand and standing up from the table.
Fleur got quickly to her feet to get everyone's attention, tapping her glass and gracefully waving her arms.
Harry flushed slightly and smiled as all eyes turned on Draco and himself.
The cake was big and very pretty, too big really for the small amount of people there and Harry led Draco over to it. He stood looking at the cake for a few moments and then turned to his husband. "What do we do now?" he whispered, grinning at him.
"We pick up the little silver cake server, cut ourselves a piece and then feed it to each other," Draco said, smiling. He picked up the cake server and put his silver arm around Harry's waist, pulling him slightly in front of him and facing out so that they faced the same way. Then he whispered in his ear, "And you try not to let this position get you too aroused."
"Prat," Harry said with a smirk, sudden heat making him flush.
"Put your hand on mine, so we cut the cake together," Draco told him.
Harry nodded and covered Draco's hand on the cake server with his own and then pressed forward and cut a piece out of the cake carefully, a soft smile on his face as he did.
They managed to get the piece of cake onto a plate and then set the server aside. Draco picked up the small dish and handed it to Harry. "You break off a piece and feed it to me," he said.
Harry nodded again and pinched a small bite-sized bit of cake from the piece on the dish, frosting smearing on his fingers. He lifted it to Draco's mouth, smiling goofily as his fingers made contact with Draco's lips.
Draco sucked the cake and frosting from his husband's fingers, licking them much more than was necessary. His eyes fell closed and he lost himself in the sweet taste.
Harry wasn't sure if he gasped or not and he knew there had to be something wrong with getting turned on so easily by almost anything Draco did, but his stomach swooped and his eyelids fluttered as he watched the man before him.
It was the laughter that reminded Draco where they were. He slid his mouth back and then gave the dazed looking man in front of him a quick kiss. "My turn," he said, smiling wickedly and taking a larger piece of cake and frosting in his fingers.
Harry blinked a few times and then chuckled deeply, opening his mouth slightly.
Draco slowly ran the frosting around the outside of Harry's lips, smearing the sweet before gently pushing it inside.
Harry sucked Draco's fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on the grey ones in front of him as he swirled his tongue around the digits playfully, grinning around them.
Draco's cock was already hard again and he groaned at the suggestion of the tongue on his fingers. Suddenly, he pulled Harry to him, not removing his fingers but licking at the frosting around his husband's mouth.
"There they go again," someone said, laughing.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, sucking Draco's fingers more powerfully before pulling his mouth away from them to kiss Draco instead. He tasted like the cake and the icing and Harry licked at his tongue.
Draco's eyes closed as he lost himself in the taste of butter frosting and Harry, his tongue licking at him. His mind was suggesting other things he could do with the frosting.
Harry was just about to tangle his fingers in Draco's hair when someone cleared their throat right next to them.
"I theek we can serve it now," Fleur said, flushed a pretty pink.
Harry pulled his mouth from Draco's quickly, his eyes going slightly wide. He couldn't believe himself and he blushed crimson.
Draco's face went pink as well. "Merce' Madame," he said, bowing to Fleur.
Harry turned a bit towards the cake, away from everyone else.
Fleur began directing a few house-elves to pass out the cake and Harry glanced at Draco, still red.
"I'm hard," he said very, very quietly through clenched teeth.
"Yes, me too," Draco whispered. He spoke softly, "Madame Fleur, we will be back shortly. Would you be so kind as to excuse us?"
The pink of Fleur's cheeks brightened and she nodded. She opened her mouth to say something, but then seemed to think better of it and merely turned back to the elves.
Draco took his husband's hand and said, "To our room?"
Chapter Title: Reception
Words: 2013 Words
Harry was talking with Mrs. Weasley now, telling her and the rest of the table what Draco's new construct was made from and the charms on it. She, Ginny and Hermione gushed over how good it looked and what an improvement it was.
Draco sauntered over to his husband, and stood with hands on his hips behind Harry, listening and watching. A few people glanced up and smiled at him.
Harry looked at faces suddenly focused on something behind him and he turned in his seat and smiled to see Draco standing there. "I was just telling them about your construct," he said happily.
Draco smiled, and used the silver hand to caress Harry's hair. "Works very well," he said with a raised eyebrow.
Harry smirked, knowing just how well it worked.
"It's gorgeous, Draco," said Ginny, smiling.
"It is very. And that was a lovely ceremony," said Mrs. Weasley, although her cheeks grew a bit pink.
Harry flushed and looked at the green table cloth.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Draco said, only slightly flushed as he slid into the seat beside Harry. "I must confess," he said, "I don't remember anything but Harry."
Harry realised that that was true for him as well, only it was Draco that had been the focus of his attention. "Me either," he said.
"Odd," said Ron.
Harry shrugged.
"When did my mother arrive?" Draco asked, trying to make the question sound light.
Remus looked up, considering him. "Just before the ceremony began," he answered.
Harry looked at Draco. He knew that nonchalant voice. He wondered what Draco wanted to know about his mother.
House-elves had appeared with plates of food for Harry and Draco as soon as they sat down. Draco didn't have much of an appetite at the moment. He obliged Ginny and company when they asked to see his hand and smirked a bit when they touched it.
Harry smiled, watching Draco and delighting in his obvious pleasure at being asked about the hand.
"It's warm like skin," said Ginny, surprised.
Harry grinned and nodded.
Draco glanced at Harry, eyes sparkling with amusement as the women continued to play with his hand as if it was a pretty piece of jewellery rather than a body part. Maybe they didn't realise he could feel every touch, but he was starting to blush a bit at the contact.
Harry snorted at Draco's blush and decided to tell the women just what they were doing. "He can feel everything, you know," he said, amused with the way Ginny was moving each of the fingers and then touching around the ring. "Like a real hand. It's like you're touching his skin."
"Hmm," said Ginny, touching the ring still as Mrs. Weasley and Hermione slowly pulled their hands away.
Harry snorted again.
Draco smirked, still flushed, and discreetly moved his hand out of her grasp to reach for a drink. No sense pushing Harry too far.
Harry smiled.
"Why hello, you horny buggers," said a familiar voice from above.
Harry turned his head to see Fred smirking down at him and Draco, George next to him.
"Oh, don't you start that!" said Mrs. Weasley, glaring slightly at her sons.
"Oh, we're just teasing," said George, waving his mother off.
Harry raised an eyebrow as a slight flush swept across his cheeks.
Draco flushed too, smirking as he suddenly became very interested in his food.
"I believe that would have been another free show we could have gotten," said Fred, grinning.
"That's right," said George. "Lucky we're gentlemen."
Nearly everyone at the table raised eyebrows at that one.
Fred and George laughed.
"No, but really," said Fred, "congratulations."
George nodded. "Yeah, you guys are brilliant. Don't think anyone else could keep up with your sex drives anyway. Lucky you found each other."
Harry sighed. It never failed. Not even at their wedding would Fred and George refrain from teasing them.
Draco blushed so hard he thought his ears were burning. He picked at the food on his plate, not looking up from it. "Thanks," he tried to say, but it was barely a whisper.
Harry shot glares at Fred and George - glares with no real malice behind them.
Fred and George laughed and pulled up chairs to sit down.
Mrs. Weasley huffed. "Well, anyway," she said, giving disgruntled looks to the twins, "what are you two planning now?"
Harry smiled up at Mrs. Weasley. "Well, next we get a cat," he said happily, grinning at Draco.
Draco snorted, giving up on the food and pushing the plate away. "Yes, Harry promised we could have a cat." He smiled.
Ron gave them both amused looks.
"Well, that's great," said Mr. Weasley, reaching into the centre of the table to grab himself some bread. "I saw your mother here, Draco. She had to leave?"
Draco nodded, a half-smile on his lips. "She could only get away for the ceremony."
"Who was that bloke she was with?" asked George, taking bread for himself as well.
Harry swallowed his mouthful too quick and coughed.
Hermione patted him on the back.
"A friend of the family," Draco answered. "So, I am ready for cake." He smiled. "When do we get to cut and eat it?"
"As soon as you're both finished eating, right?" said Ginny. "Better ask Fleur."
And a minute later, Fleur was there, looking stunning in her dress robes and dragging Bill along with her. "Zat was wonderful," she said happily to Harry and Draco. "You both looked seemply amazing."
Harry grinned and was glad that she left out talking about the end of the ceremony. "Thanks," he said. "Pull up a chair. Everyone's sitting here anyway."
She and Bill did, the table now very full.
Draco looked at Harry, thinking of how beautiful and loving the man was. He slipped his hand under the table, laying it on Harry's thigh.
Harry grinned at Draco and didn't look anywhere else for a few moments.
"You did a very nice job on everything, Fleur," said Mrs. Weasley. "It's all so lovely."
Fleur beamed.
Harry smiled at her again. "Yes, she did do a terrific job. Had it been only me and Draco working on it, I'm sure it wouldn't look half as good.
"You are very welcome," said Fleur happily. "It's been very fun."
Harry snorted and took another bite of food.
He and Draco both chatted with everyone at their table and soon got up to move around the room to thank everyone for coming. They had a short conversation with Moody, who was convinced that the food was contaminated with some unidentifiable substance, and also a talk with Kingsley and some of the other Order members about, of all things, their decorations. Harry thought it was rather amusing. Eventually, they found themselves back at the Weasley table with their close friends.
"Oh," Harry said to Fleur, looking up as he remembered that Draco had asked a little bit ago. "When do we cut cake?"
Fleur looked around her. "Most of ze guests seem to be fineeshed with zer meals. Anytime you like would be all right now."
"I am always ready for something sweet," Draco said with a smirk, squeezing Harry's thigh but nodding to Fleur.
Harry smirked, too. "You want to do that now then?" he asked Draco, eyebrow raised.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I think we should cut the cake before the twins start up again."
Harry grinned and Fred and George laughed loudly.
"Okay, let's go do that," Harry said, taking Draco's hand and standing up from the table.
Fleur got quickly to her feet to get everyone's attention, tapping her glass and gracefully waving her arms.
Harry flushed slightly and smiled as all eyes turned on Draco and himself.
The cake was big and very pretty, too big really for the small amount of people there and Harry led Draco over to it. He stood looking at the cake for a few moments and then turned to his husband. "What do we do now?" he whispered, grinning at him.
"We pick up the little silver cake server, cut ourselves a piece and then feed it to each other," Draco said, smiling. He picked up the cake server and put his silver arm around Harry's waist, pulling him slightly in front of him and facing out so that they faced the same way. Then he whispered in his ear, "And you try not to let this position get you too aroused."
"Prat," Harry said with a smirk, sudden heat making him flush.
"Put your hand on mine, so we cut the cake together," Draco told him.
Harry nodded and covered Draco's hand on the cake server with his own and then pressed forward and cut a piece out of the cake carefully, a soft smile on his face as he did.
They managed to get the piece of cake onto a plate and then set the server aside. Draco picked up the small dish and handed it to Harry. "You break off a piece and feed it to me," he said.
Harry nodded again and pinched a small bite-sized bit of cake from the piece on the dish, frosting smearing on his fingers. He lifted it to Draco's mouth, smiling goofily as his fingers made contact with Draco's lips.
Draco sucked the cake and frosting from his husband's fingers, licking them much more than was necessary. His eyes fell closed and he lost himself in the sweet taste.
Harry wasn't sure if he gasped or not and he knew there had to be something wrong with getting turned on so easily by almost anything Draco did, but his stomach swooped and his eyelids fluttered as he watched the man before him.
It was the laughter that reminded Draco where they were. He slid his mouth back and then gave the dazed looking man in front of him a quick kiss. "My turn," he said, smiling wickedly and taking a larger piece of cake and frosting in his fingers.
Harry blinked a few times and then chuckled deeply, opening his mouth slightly.
Draco slowly ran the frosting around the outside of Harry's lips, smearing the sweet before gently pushing it inside.
Harry sucked Draco's fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on the grey ones in front of him as he swirled his tongue around the digits playfully, grinning around them.
Draco's cock was already hard again and he groaned at the suggestion of the tongue on his fingers. Suddenly, he pulled Harry to him, not removing his fingers but licking at the frosting around his husband's mouth.
"There they go again," someone said, laughing.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, sucking Draco's fingers more powerfully before pulling his mouth away from them to kiss Draco instead. He tasted like the cake and the icing and Harry licked at his tongue.
Draco's eyes closed as he lost himself in the taste of butter frosting and Harry, his tongue licking at him. His mind was suggesting other things he could do with the frosting.
Harry was just about to tangle his fingers in Draco's hair when someone cleared their throat right next to them.
"I theek we can serve it now," Fleur said, flushed a pretty pink.
Harry pulled his mouth from Draco's quickly, his eyes going slightly wide. He couldn't believe himself and he blushed crimson.
Draco's face went pink as well. "Merce' Madame," he said, bowing to Fleur.
Harry turned a bit towards the cake, away from everyone else.
Fleur began directing a few house-elves to pass out the cake and Harry glanced at Draco, still red.
"I'm hard," he said very, very quietly through clenched teeth.
"Yes, me too," Draco whispered. He spoke softly, "Madame Fleur, we will be back shortly. Would you be so kind as to excuse us?"
The pink of Fleur's cheeks brightened and she nodded. She opened her mouth to say something, but then seemed to think better of it and merely turned back to the elves.
Draco took his husband's hand and said, "To our room?"