Title: I Should Have Come Out Earlier...
Characters: Harry/Draco, Narcissa, Lucius
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Er... mild kissing? Narcissa being very open?
Word Count: 645 ... (how'd that happen...?)
Disclaimer: Characters are property of JK Rowling (except Gertrude, she's mine) and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Narcissa harangues Draco about finding himself a wife.
A/N: I started this a long time ago and it doesn't have a plot right really. I just write something when I'm feeling like adding to this.
Draco cast a Tempus charm as Harry peppered his neck with kisses and rolled his eyes at the time. Harry was quickly making his way up to Draco's lips and Salazar knew that if that happened Draco would take quite some time to leave his couch. He reluctantly pulled away and sat up. Harry groaned in displeasure.
"Potter," Draco said, as he put himself to rights. Straightening his clothes with a flick of his wand, "Wish I could stay-"
"Then stay," Harry said, as he propped himself up on his elbow.
"-but I've to go." Draco stood up and Accioed his robes before sliding them on.
"I reckon they wouldn't mind if you were just a tad late," Harry pressed. He grabbed Draco's waist and pulled him down swiftly. Bloody seeker reflexes.
"Of course they would. If I recall properly, I was late last week." Draco leaned down and kissed Harry softly. Once. Twice. Three times, plus a nibble and a tug. Harry's arm loosened around him and Draco took the opportunity to get up and walk over to the fireplace.
"Git..." Harry mumbled, as Draco threw a handful of floo powder into the flames.
"I'll see you later. Perhaps I'll bring back some wine." Draco stepped into the flames. "Malfoy Manor."
At dinner Draco discussed his latest investments with his parents and they occasionally commented on recent articles in the Daily Prophet. It was at dessert that Draco's mother had started to glance at him as if she had something she wanted to say, and knowing her it would likely be about finding himself a-
" Draco, darling," Narcissa said, as she put a scone on her plate, "Have you met any new, attractive young ladies recently?"
"Mother," Draco sighed, as he put down his cup of tea.
"Narcissa, stop pestering the boy. If he had I'm sure he would have told us," Lucius said, before sipping his tea. Draco could have sworn he heard his father mumbling something about blokes.
"Lucius, he's twenty-four. He should have found himself a nice young lady to settle down with. Don't you want grandchildren? And I for one will not have our only child living a lonesome life. It's depressing. Look at poor old Gertrude, she's alone and raving mad." Narcissa looked to Draco now, he was about to speak but she continued. "Now Draco. I love you, and I want you to be happy. If you're having problems finding yourself a nice young lady to court I could help. Is it that they aren't responding positively to you?"
"Mother I have no problem attracting women. On the contrary-"
"Then is it that you're having a problem keeping them interested? If you need advice you can come to me, I was quite the woman in my day. I know your generation isn't one for waiting until marriage to have sex, so are you having problems with that? You know, performance wise. Because I'm sure there are potions and spells you could use if your-"
"Mother!" Draco shouted. He was horrified at where her speech was going. He glanced at Lucius only to see him studiously looking at the ceiling and all it's... well to be honest he was not quite sure.
"Mother, I assure you that my- I'm a healthy young man."
"I'm only trying to help you find a partner. You seem to be waiting around for a young lady to fall into your lap though, and that's not how it works, you know. You have to go out and pursu-"
"I'm not waiting for a ladymother. Merlin's pink socks, haven't you noticed? I'm gay."
"I'm sorry?" Narcissa asked, as she leaned forwards.
"I knew it!" Lucius said as he hit he table top. He had a smug expression on his face, "I had a feeling-".
"And I'm currently in a relationship with Potter."
"-that- What!"