Santa Malfoy
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Adult ++
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EPILOGUE
Title: Santa Malfoy
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Email: never_tempt@yahoo.com or meandmine1@verizon.net
Status/Part: 4/4
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/LM, DM/SS
Date: Jan 7-8 2006
Key words: M/M, Language, M-Preg, OOC
Summary: Lucius plays Santa for Harry and gives him what he asks for.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: Many thanks to allexandrya for the wonderful beta work!
Epilogue
Harry and Lucius broke the news that night to Draco and Severus. Draco, knowing Harry’s love of all things chocolate, called for a house-elf. Explaining the desires to the house-elf was something new. Watching the creature literally jump for joy made all the wizards smile. Dinner that night was a small feast. Severus curled his lip as he recognized all of Harry’s favorites, but he ate anyway. They all ate and began making plans. Harry tried to keep rational thoughts and plans in their minds. They had time before anything had to be done. They had enough rooms one would be easy to convert to a nursery. Harry wondered about the changes to his body and how it would affect his daily life. Severus grumbled he wouldn’t be able to prank Harry for a while or use him as a guinea pig.
Lucius sat, watched and listened to the conversation around him. “Harry, Draco, Severus, we are all going to read the books Jonathan sent over. Write down any questions you have and we will invite him to dinner and discuss them. Harry’s correct, we have some time before things need to be bought, moved, painted, adjusted, etc. The only thing I know for certain is that there is to be no more flying, no more unnecessary or non medi-wizard prescribed potions and lots of rest for Harry. Also, what Harry wants, Harry gets.” The older blond managed to glare at Severus, almost daring him to say something.
The months began passing faster than expected. When Harry was four months along the medi-wizard knew the baby’s gender. Harry refused to be told and forbid Lucius to know. The tension was still a little high over that.
At five months, the strange cravings kicked in. Lucius soon learned about all-night convenience stores in Muggle London. Harry’s mood swings also started. No one was surprised to see objects flying through the manor. Lucius was surprised, though, the day he came home to find Harry wearing a heavy cloak, holding a steaming mug of hot chocolate and sitting in an igloo. Looking around, the husband realized said igloo was once their brown parlor. Kissing his husband, summoning his own winter cloak and a blanket, Lucius adorned his cloak, wrapped them in the blanket and ran a soothing hand over Harry’s protruding abdomen while kissing his husband.
In his sixth month Harry’s already active sex-drive kicked in to a more demanding pace. Poor Lucius, even with the help of Severus’ potions, couldn’t keep up and had to find toys to keep Harry satiated after the blond was spent for the night. Lucius began dreading hearing “Lucius, let’s take a nap”. He had to remind himself daily, what Harry wants, Harry gets.
By Harry’s seventh month, Lucius was beginning to look haggard. Harry finally noticed it one day and insisted that Lucius get some sleep; they would go take a nap. Lucius kissed his husband and told him to go lie down, he’d join him later. That was the day Lucius reopened the dungeons and used them as a retreat. He knew Harry would never follow or find him there. He just needed some time to relax and regain his strength. His husband was truly “the Wonder Boy”.
Lucius fell asleep on top of the marble slab one day after a “nap” with Harry. No one saw him for two days but when he appeared he was looking quite a bit better. And that’s when the real trouble started. Harry began accusing him of not loving him or their baby, accused him of seeing some harlot while asking if he wasn’t enough for Lucius or didn’t Lucius want to make love to his fat, pregnant husband anymore. Things began soaring through the manor again.
Draco and Severus smirked at them as Lucius tried to soothe his husband and reassure him he loved them both. He was and always would be faithful and Harry was more than enough for him. The raven-haired man had been calming and was ready to ‘make-up’ when Lucius said he was “more than enough”. One little phrase set off another round of flying objects and words.
“More than enough” Harry repeated softly, almost to himself. “More than enough” a little louder was repeated. Finally, with a Gryffindor lion’s roar, “More than enough” echoed through the manor. All living, sensible creatures took cover. Poor Lucius was trapped and couldn’t run. Harry’s face went from disbelief to hurt to furious. “Are you saying that I am too demanding?” the dark eyebrow arched high enough to cause panic in the blond.
Easing between Harry and the door, Lucius tried to placate his pregnant lover. “Harry dearest, you are not demanding. It’s my privilege and joy to fulfill your desires. I want what you want. If I can get it, it’s yours. Tell me, love, what do you want?” Lucius stopped and held his breath, waiting for another explosion of temper. He eased over to his husband, standing on Harry’s side facing him and wrapped his arms around the still slighter man. The blond leaned down a little and kissed the top of the dark locks. He felt Harry shudder as his head turned to seek Lucius’ face. Harry pulled the blond head down and initiated a gentle kiss. He broke the kiss and looked deep into the silver-blue eyes.
“Are you sure I’m not too demanding? Will you truly try to give me what I want?”
The blond ran a hand through the grown out dark hair and over their developing baby. With a fleeting kiss to the now swollen lips, Lucius sealed his fate. “Never too demanding. If it’s on earth, it’s yours.”
Harry nibbled his lips before pulling Lucius upstairs. Once in their rooms, the former Gryffindor pulled the covers back and laid down motioning for Lucius to join him. The blond joined him, looking confused as both were still fully dressed. Harry snuggled up to Lucius as close as possible while the older man curved around his husband.
“Right now Lucius, I want you to hold me. In a bit, I want you to firecall Jonathan. When I am done birthing our baby, and I’ve rested for a couple of hours, I’ll tell what I want for my reward. Just remember, dearest, what will be said in here will be pain driven.” Harry sighed as a pain rippled across his stomach. “Rest while you can Lucius. It’s going to be a long night.”
Lucius lay there as Harry closed his eyes, relaxed his breathing and fell into contraction interrupted sleep. The raven-haired man’s emerald eyes snapped open as he shrieked in pain. Lucius cleared the bed and had his wand pulled before Harry stopped. The young man managed to snarl “Get that f’ing medi-wizard here now, you inconsiderate, sadistic bastard. I should hex your balls off for this. Aaarrrrggghhh!!!!”
Lucius’ stocking covered feet allowed his to slide to the fireplace. No sooner had he made the connection then Harry screamed again and Jonathan was pushing him out of the way. Casting spells left and right, Jonathan got down to business. Within two hours Harry and Lucius held their baby in their arms and smiled at everyone who was brave enough to enter their bedroom.
Lucius was totally besotted with the perfect combination of the two of them. His blond hair, aristocratic nose and cheekbones, Harry’s beautiful green eyes (Lucius thought he saw just a hint of his silver in them. Time would tell), wonderfully shaped lips and that adorable dimple. The chin was a mystery that would solve itself in time.
Leaning over to kiss both of them, Lucius took his child as Harry’s eyes began fluttering in exhaustion. “Sleep, love. You’ve done a wonderful job giving me what I wanted and never could ask for. I do love you, Harry, more than words will ever tell you. I’ll hold the little one for a while and then you will tell me your reward.”
Harry slept for the two hours he was promised and woke to hear Lucius singing to the baby in his arms, as he gently rocked them on the bed. Harry smiled, he knew what his reward was now and knew Lucius would not like it one bit, but would do it for him and their children. Yes, children, Harry decided they would have more. Lucius stopped singing as he felt Harry shifting on the bed.
“Hello, love. A little one wants to meet up with their other parent. I said you’d be with us soon.”
Harry pushed himself up against a stack of pillows and held out his arms. Lucius placed the baby so carefully Harry had to smile. “Lucius, I know what I want as my reward. It came to me as I woke up and you were holding our precious one. I want you to make a Muggle recording of you singing all the lullabies you know and maybe some Muggle ones I’ll teach you. I want our children to always be able to hear their papa singing the way you were just now. I also want you to sing me to sleep most nights if we aren’t too tired.” Harry chuckled at that, remembering now how demanding he’d truly been to his accommodating husband.
Lucius tried to blink back the tears before they escaped down his cheek. “Harry, I’m not good at singing, I don’t want to scare the babies. Wait, you said children. We only have this one.”
“Wonderful observational skills your papa has, don’t you think so, poppet?” Harry asked the baby. “Lucius, I will be wanting more children. This is a large manor to fill and I don’t want this one to be an only child as Draco and I were. It’s too lonely without siblings. Not right now, but in another 2 years we’ll try again. Maybe this time the baby will arrive at another memorable date. What are we naming this beauty by the way? We should find something fitting to go with when we conceived and then discovered the pregnancy. Christmas night was wonderful and then finding out on Twelfth Night, it has to be a unique name.”
The two bandied names back and forth for a while before finally deciding. They held the baby between them and spoke the name they thought fit their child best. Together they intoned “Welcome, Denho Epiphany Malfoy. You are ours to love and raise while on this earth. May you live a long and bountiful life filled with peace, love and family.”
A/N Any ideas on the baby's name? Review (and leave your email if you want a reply) or email me direct. I want to see what the popular opinion is on the gender.
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Email: never_tempt@yahoo.com or meandmine1@verizon.net
Status/Part: 4/4
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/LM, DM/SS
Date: Jan 7-8 2006
Key words: M/M, Language, M-Preg, OOC
Summary: Lucius plays Santa for Harry and gives him what he asks for.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: Many thanks to allexandrya for the wonderful beta work!
Epilogue
Harry and Lucius broke the news that night to Draco and Severus. Draco, knowing Harry’s love of all things chocolate, called for a house-elf. Explaining the desires to the house-elf was something new. Watching the creature literally jump for joy made all the wizards smile. Dinner that night was a small feast. Severus curled his lip as he recognized all of Harry’s favorites, but he ate anyway. They all ate and began making plans. Harry tried to keep rational thoughts and plans in their minds. They had time before anything had to be done. They had enough rooms one would be easy to convert to a nursery. Harry wondered about the changes to his body and how it would affect his daily life. Severus grumbled he wouldn’t be able to prank Harry for a while or use him as a guinea pig.
Lucius sat, watched and listened to the conversation around him. “Harry, Draco, Severus, we are all going to read the books Jonathan sent over. Write down any questions you have and we will invite him to dinner and discuss them. Harry’s correct, we have some time before things need to be bought, moved, painted, adjusted, etc. The only thing I know for certain is that there is to be no more flying, no more unnecessary or non medi-wizard prescribed potions and lots of rest for Harry. Also, what Harry wants, Harry gets.” The older blond managed to glare at Severus, almost daring him to say something.
The months began passing faster than expected. When Harry was four months along the medi-wizard knew the baby’s gender. Harry refused to be told and forbid Lucius to know. The tension was still a little high over that.
At five months, the strange cravings kicked in. Lucius soon learned about all-night convenience stores in Muggle London. Harry’s mood swings also started. No one was surprised to see objects flying through the manor. Lucius was surprised, though, the day he came home to find Harry wearing a heavy cloak, holding a steaming mug of hot chocolate and sitting in an igloo. Looking around, the husband realized said igloo was once their brown parlor. Kissing his husband, summoning his own winter cloak and a blanket, Lucius adorned his cloak, wrapped them in the blanket and ran a soothing hand over Harry’s protruding abdomen while kissing his husband.
In his sixth month Harry’s already active sex-drive kicked in to a more demanding pace. Poor Lucius, even with the help of Severus’ potions, couldn’t keep up and had to find toys to keep Harry satiated after the blond was spent for the night. Lucius began dreading hearing “Lucius, let’s take a nap”. He had to remind himself daily, what Harry wants, Harry gets.
By Harry’s seventh month, Lucius was beginning to look haggard. Harry finally noticed it one day and insisted that Lucius get some sleep; they would go take a nap. Lucius kissed his husband and told him to go lie down, he’d join him later. That was the day Lucius reopened the dungeons and used them as a retreat. He knew Harry would never follow or find him there. He just needed some time to relax and regain his strength. His husband was truly “the Wonder Boy”.
Lucius fell asleep on top of the marble slab one day after a “nap” with Harry. No one saw him for two days but when he appeared he was looking quite a bit better. And that’s when the real trouble started. Harry began accusing him of not loving him or their baby, accused him of seeing some harlot while asking if he wasn’t enough for Lucius or didn’t Lucius want to make love to his fat, pregnant husband anymore. Things began soaring through the manor again.
Draco and Severus smirked at them as Lucius tried to soothe his husband and reassure him he loved them both. He was and always would be faithful and Harry was more than enough for him. The raven-haired man had been calming and was ready to ‘make-up’ when Lucius said he was “more than enough”. One little phrase set off another round of flying objects and words.
“More than enough” Harry repeated softly, almost to himself. “More than enough” a little louder was repeated. Finally, with a Gryffindor lion’s roar, “More than enough” echoed through the manor. All living, sensible creatures took cover. Poor Lucius was trapped and couldn’t run. Harry’s face went from disbelief to hurt to furious. “Are you saying that I am too demanding?” the dark eyebrow arched high enough to cause panic in the blond.
Easing between Harry and the door, Lucius tried to placate his pregnant lover. “Harry dearest, you are not demanding. It’s my privilege and joy to fulfill your desires. I want what you want. If I can get it, it’s yours. Tell me, love, what do you want?” Lucius stopped and held his breath, waiting for another explosion of temper. He eased over to his husband, standing on Harry’s side facing him and wrapped his arms around the still slighter man. The blond leaned down a little and kissed the top of the dark locks. He felt Harry shudder as his head turned to seek Lucius’ face. Harry pulled the blond head down and initiated a gentle kiss. He broke the kiss and looked deep into the silver-blue eyes.
“Are you sure I’m not too demanding? Will you truly try to give me what I want?”
The blond ran a hand through the grown out dark hair and over their developing baby. With a fleeting kiss to the now swollen lips, Lucius sealed his fate. “Never too demanding. If it’s on earth, it’s yours.”
Harry nibbled his lips before pulling Lucius upstairs. Once in their rooms, the former Gryffindor pulled the covers back and laid down motioning for Lucius to join him. The blond joined him, looking confused as both were still fully dressed. Harry snuggled up to Lucius as close as possible while the older man curved around his husband.
“Right now Lucius, I want you to hold me. In a bit, I want you to firecall Jonathan. When I am done birthing our baby, and I’ve rested for a couple of hours, I’ll tell what I want for my reward. Just remember, dearest, what will be said in here will be pain driven.” Harry sighed as a pain rippled across his stomach. “Rest while you can Lucius. It’s going to be a long night.”
Lucius lay there as Harry closed his eyes, relaxed his breathing and fell into contraction interrupted sleep. The raven-haired man’s emerald eyes snapped open as he shrieked in pain. Lucius cleared the bed and had his wand pulled before Harry stopped. The young man managed to snarl “Get that f’ing medi-wizard here now, you inconsiderate, sadistic bastard. I should hex your balls off for this. Aaarrrrggghhh!!!!”
Lucius’ stocking covered feet allowed his to slide to the fireplace. No sooner had he made the connection then Harry screamed again and Jonathan was pushing him out of the way. Casting spells left and right, Jonathan got down to business. Within two hours Harry and Lucius held their baby in their arms and smiled at everyone who was brave enough to enter their bedroom.
Lucius was totally besotted with the perfect combination of the two of them. His blond hair, aristocratic nose and cheekbones, Harry’s beautiful green eyes (Lucius thought he saw just a hint of his silver in them. Time would tell), wonderfully shaped lips and that adorable dimple. The chin was a mystery that would solve itself in time.
Leaning over to kiss both of them, Lucius took his child as Harry’s eyes began fluttering in exhaustion. “Sleep, love. You’ve done a wonderful job giving me what I wanted and never could ask for. I do love you, Harry, more than words will ever tell you. I’ll hold the little one for a while and then you will tell me your reward.”
Harry slept for the two hours he was promised and woke to hear Lucius singing to the baby in his arms, as he gently rocked them on the bed. Harry smiled, he knew what his reward was now and knew Lucius would not like it one bit, but would do it for him and their children. Yes, children, Harry decided they would have more. Lucius stopped singing as he felt Harry shifting on the bed.
“Hello, love. A little one wants to meet up with their other parent. I said you’d be with us soon.”
Harry pushed himself up against a stack of pillows and held out his arms. Lucius placed the baby so carefully Harry had to smile. “Lucius, I know what I want as my reward. It came to me as I woke up and you were holding our precious one. I want you to make a Muggle recording of you singing all the lullabies you know and maybe some Muggle ones I’ll teach you. I want our children to always be able to hear their papa singing the way you were just now. I also want you to sing me to sleep most nights if we aren’t too tired.” Harry chuckled at that, remembering now how demanding he’d truly been to his accommodating husband.
Lucius tried to blink back the tears before they escaped down his cheek. “Harry, I’m not good at singing, I don’t want to scare the babies. Wait, you said children. We only have this one.”
“Wonderful observational skills your papa has, don’t you think so, poppet?” Harry asked the baby. “Lucius, I will be wanting more children. This is a large manor to fill and I don’t want this one to be an only child as Draco and I were. It’s too lonely without siblings. Not right now, but in another 2 years we’ll try again. Maybe this time the baby will arrive at another memorable date. What are we naming this beauty by the way? We should find something fitting to go with when we conceived and then discovered the pregnancy. Christmas night was wonderful and then finding out on Twelfth Night, it has to be a unique name.”
The two bandied names back and forth for a while before finally deciding. They held the baby between them and spoke the name they thought fit their child best. Together they intoned “Welcome, Denho Epiphany Malfoy. You are ours to love and raise while on this earth. May you live a long and bountiful life filled with peace, love and family.”
A/N Any ideas on the baby's name? Review (and leave your email if you want a reply) or email me direct. I want to see what the popular opinion is on the gender.