Hello everyone! Here's the second installment to Lex's birthday tri-shot! I hope you all like it!
I'd like to thank the helpful and supportive talents of Love0potion0gone0wrong who beta-ed this for me! He has his own collection of fantabulous stories that I urge you all to check out!
I hope you had a brilliant birthday yesterday Lex!
On with the show!
Surprise: Part 2
"Jesus, Harry!" Harry heard Draco shout from in their bedroom.
Draco thumped down the hallway and threw himself into their bathroom; as Harry listened carefully he heard the tap running, then something bump and smash onto the tiles – probably the small shaving mirror on the edge of the sink – and he inwardly laughed as he heard frustrated swearing follow.
Harry smiled calmly as he watched the bacon sizzle in the fry pan. He had the dining room table beautifully presented with a large bunch of roses and several little presents waiting to be opened; he poured Draco a cup of coffee and admired his handy work as he placed the mug next to the roses. He walked back into the kitchen and cracked two eggs into the fry pan.
"Why the hell didn't you wake me up, Harry!?" Draco demanded as he raced into the kitchen; looking perfect, as usual, despite the bumping and crashing from moments before. "I'm late for work! I need coffee!"
"You need to sit down and eat," Harry casually instructed him gesturing to the birthday breakfast he was cooking.
"That's very nice, Harry," Draco said hurriedly. "But I have to open the store up in half an hour and it takes an hour to set out all the shop front displays! I have to go!"
"Joey flooed me this morning, he's done it for you as a birthday present," Harry huffed, slightly put out that his morning efforts went unacknowledged. "So I let you sleep in."
"Joey – he's – really?" Draco stammered, finally feeling himself calm; his erratic heartbeat slowed and he was able to think clearly about the situation. "Remind me to give that boy a pay rise," he sighed with relief, still oblivious to Harry's spread.
"Will you sit down now? I've been up since six o'clock doing this for you," Harry pouted, not wanting Draco to get away with hurting his feelings.
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," Draco begged, looking over Harry's table setting. "Look at all this! It's beautiful, really! Are those for me?" he smiled angelically, hoping to be forgiven.
Harry smiled back despite himself; he adored Draco's attentions, which were always frequent and loving. "Sit down," he huffed, but didn't bother to conceal his grin. "Breakfast is ready, and don't touch the presents yet!"
Draco nodded and took his seat, fingering his pile of wrapped gifts despite Harry's instructions.
Harry gave Draco a look as he removed his apron and proudly set down two plates of a deliciously cooked breakfast; one for each of them. He tenderly pecked Draco on the lips and whispered a sweet 'Happy Birthday' before he allowed the blonde to eat. After the hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausages, fried onion, tomatoes and toast, Draco was finally allowed to examine his presents.
"These are all of them," Harry told his husband. "Did you want to save any for tonight?"
"Are you kidding me?" Draco laughed. "Think about who you're talking to, and then ask me again with a straight face."
"Point taken," Harry laughed. "Alright then, get into it."
Draco pecked Harry on the cheek before getting to the important task of present opening. Draco was precise in many of the things he did – he was a Potions Master, after all – but, unless in a public place, the joy of opening presents had him throw all that precision out the window. He was brutal; he took delight in tearing off the wrapping, ripping it right down the middle and throwing the ruined scraps over his shoulder and out of the way.
He reached for the largest present first – as Harry knew he would – and the ebony-haired man had to bite back his laugh. Draco tore off the paper and baulked when he saw what lay beneath it; a naked man… no, a picture of a naked man. It was a magazine – one Draco was sure he'd seen before. The wrapping held several editions of his favourite gay adult wizarding magazine – Wizards and their Wands – something he stopped buying regularly when he started dating Harry.
He shuffled through the stack of naked men, before snapping his eyes up to Harry's face which looked in pain from the effort it took to hold back his explosive laughter. "These are mine!" Draco accused with narrowed eyes, and Harry lost it – he nearly fell off his chair he was laughing so hard. "Yes, yes, very funny," Draco mocked, trying not to laugh himself. "How did you find these?"
"Don't you mean where did you find these?" Harry retorted cheekily.
"I know where you found them, but how?" Draco huffed.
"Please, under your mattress? How could I not have found them!" Harry grinned. "I was thinking – for your birthday – we might like to take a short trip down Memory Lane," he suggested, before throwing Draco another present.
Draco returned Harry's wicked grin as he felt the soft wrapped gift in his hands; it felt like clothes. Again, he tore into the wrapping paper with abandon and, beneath the thin layer, he found another item that once belonged to him; his school uniform – and underneath it, Harry's old Gryffindor uniform.
"Oh, you bad, bad boy," he chuckled. "You want to play dress ups?"
Harry felt his cheeks pink slightly. "Don't tell me you never fantasised about ripping this uniform off of me while we were in school and taking me in a dark and dusty classroom," Harry challenged.
"Oh, I did," his husband assured him, "every time I saw you. I must ask you though, Harry, are you trying to save some money? Because so far it looks like you went shopping in my old bedroom."
"Greedy bastard," Harry quipped. "Try this one then," he offered, handing over another present.
Encased inside a medium sized box covered in soft, brown leather and nestled in layers of dark blue velvet was a stunning watch with 'Rolex' branded on the face. The watch was beautifully crafted; the band was silver with twelve small diamonds surrounding the white face.
"Oh, Harry," Draco breathed, his eyes wide as they swept over the incredible accessory. "It's beautiful."
Harry smiled; he loved making Draco look like that. "Turn it over," he whispered, leaning into his husband.
On the underside of the watch there was a small message delicately engraved into the steel. It read:
Draco,
If I live a thousand lifetimes,
You will still be my one and only.
Your Harry.
Draco smiled as he read the sweet words. "You big sap," he teased, although Harry could see his eyes were suspiciously shiny with unshed tears. "I love you," he whispered as he leaned in to capture a chaste kiss from his husband. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. And I love you too," Harry grinned. "These ones are less exciting," he told Draco as he passed over several other presents
Draco spent the next few minutes opening up two new books for his library, three new bottles of edible, fruit flavoured massage oils that heated the skin as they were rubbed in, and another few pieces of extremely small, but very sexy lingerie.
"Thank you, Harry," Draco purred as he pulled his lover into an embrace. "Everything is perfect!"
"Oh don't thank me just yet," Harry laughed. "There's still one more." Harry reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a fat envelope and handed it to Draco.
The blonde raised his eyebrows curiously. Grabbing a knife from the table and sliced open the top to reveal its contents. Draco's mouth fell open as he read the pages it held inside. "Harry," he gasped. "I – I – you – what?" he stammered, completely speechless. "Are you serious?" he asked, struggling to steady he breathing as his excitement rose.
"Absolutely," Harry grinned. "That is a trip to Australia, we can go early and have a look around ourselves for a few weeks if you like, but on October fifteenth we will catch a cruise liner from Sydney for an eighteen day cruise along the southern and western coast of Australia, up through Indonesia, and to Singapore, where we'll stay for a few days then head back to London."
Draco had already travelled Europe extensively as a child with his parents, but they had yet to venture much outside of the continent. Harry and Draco had honeymooned in Hawaii, but that was three years ago and they had barely left London since they'd returned.
"This is incredible," Draco exclaimed. "I've always wanted to go to Australia!"
"I know," Harry smiled. "That's why I picked it. It's a trip for two, so I was hoping you might take me with you."
"Oh well, I might have to think about that," Draco joked as he showered Harry with kisses, mumbling his thanks between each one.
Harry had compiled a wonderful collection of gifts for Draco's birthday and he adored each one of them. Draco had been blown away with Harry's generosity, he was always spoiled on his birthday, but never this spoiled.
"How come I'm so lucky?" Draco asked his spouse, wondering if there was some other reason for his ornate gifts other than his birthday.
"Because you're beautiful and talented and incredible," Harry replied lovingly.
"I'm serious! What's with the extravagance? I mean with the watch and the trip, this must have been half our savings!" Draco pressed.
"Not half, no," Harry shrugged. "It cost a little bit, but it's nothing we can't afford."
Draco just glared at Harry's uninformative response.
"Okay, I'll tell you," Harry sighed. "But it doesn't mean you can indulge in retail therapy like you used to when we first got together, it took me years to break you of that habit!"
"Okay, yes, I agree," Draco promised hurriedly. "Tell me!"
"Well, as you know, I organise all the bookwork and financials for the shop since everything is in my name and you hate all that stuff anyway," Harry said as he got up and walked into the adjoining room they used as a study; Draco remained in his seat as he waited for Harry to return. "Well, you've been doing very well – extremely well actually – and, um, we're rather well off," Harry confessed as he joined Draco again and handed him their latest bank statement.
Draco unfolded in the parchment and covered his mouth to stifle his gasp as he saw the total at the bottom of the page. "Holy shit," he breathed. "This is the best birthday ever."
"I promised your parents we'd go to the Manor for dinner since it's your birthday," Harry called into the bathroom, trying to shout over the noise of the shower. "You don't mind do you?"
Draco had just gotten home after working a long hard day over his cauldron and was trying to relax into the warm water. None of his customers seemed to care that it was his birthday, they wanted their potions anyway, and he couldn't believe Harry was going to make him go to this stupid party anyway. "Yes, I mind," Draco groaned unpleasantly.
"Your mother is expecting us," Harry reprimanded him, as he stood at the sink ready to brush his teeth.
"Stop pretending like I don't already know there is going to be over a hundred people expecting us," Draco growled. "Why can't we just have a small birthday? Just you and me and some of that oil you gave me."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry insisted. "Just go along with it, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself," he pleaded, finally scrubbing the small brush back and forth along his teeth.
"Why are you insisting on this nonsense, Harry?" Draco demanded as he stepped out of the shower. "You hate these things! Parties and functions and such."
"But you love them! You love socialising and seeing all your friends," Harry argued after spitting out a mouth full of froth, looking worried, as though he was starting to second guess how much Draco would enjoy this party.
"I do love parties," Draco sighed. "But we had a big party at Christmas time and all I wanted for my birthday was you."
Harry smiled, but looked pained.
"Look, you're right, I will love seeing all my friends," Draco conceded as he stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. "Once I get there, I'll have a few drinks and dance, and I'll have a blast. Maybe I'm just a little disappointed that I won't get to spend my birthday naked and wrapped around you."
"I'm sorry if I've done the wrong thing," Harry sighed, casting his eyes to the floor.
"Never, baby, never," his lover assured him, lifting Harry's chin with his finger.
"It's only Friday night anyway," Harry observed. "You and I can still spend the weekend in bed together; I still plan on trying out those oils and that lingerie."
"Then it will be a happy birthday indeed," Draco purred, stealing a kiss from his naughty husband.
Draco looked incredible in his emerald dress robes; the same colour as Harry's eyes, which is why he liked them so much. Harry always looked stunning in green because it made the colour of his eyes shine as the centrepiece of his handsome face, but tonight he refused to wear it. He told Draco he didn't want them to match by both wearing the same colour, but in reality he just didn't want to look like he was condoning the Slytherin coloured decorations in any way. Harry still looked amazing though in a dark, blue set of robes that complimented Draco's green ones very nicely.
When they had arrived at Malfoy Manor, Narcissa lead them both to the 'dining room' but took them via the ballroom to show off a new painting she'd purchased. For the sake of his mother, Draco pretended to believe her; he pretended that he didn't already know there were at least a hundred people – maybe twenty of them friends – waiting for him to arrive so they could begin the party. Harry squeezed his hand in support as they followed Narcissa through the manor.
When they entered the ballroom it was dark and eerily silent, Draco had at least expected some noise, maybe an odd scuff of the foot or a random sneeze in the darkness. He heard his mother whisper a spell and suddenly the whole room lit up and he was greeted by the loudest 'SURPRISE' he had ever heard.
And surprised he was. Not that there was an entire party hiding in the blackness of the room – that he knew about – what surprised him was the ridiculous hats everyone seemed to be wearing. His face was blank with shock and he looked over at Harry who was grinning ear to ear, pleased he had managed to surprise his lover in some way at least.
"It's a Silly Hats themed party!" Harry laughed. "Here, put this on."
Harry handed him a novelty pirate hat. It was black with a very large rim, thick stitching and an off-white skull and crossbones displayed on the front. "What?" Draco gaped. "But it will clash with my robes!" he protested.
"Draco," Harry said, his tone held a warning. "Whose party is this?"
"Mine!" Draco answered immediately. "It's my party and I should be allowed t-"
"Exactly!" Harry exclaimed. "And how would it look if the host of a Silly Hats themed party arrived with no silly hat!"
Draco just frowned in response as Harry pulled the large pirate hat on to his head officially ruining his hair. On to his own head, Harry placed a plastic muggle police hat and Draco thought he looked ridiculous just like everyone else in the room.
"Harry," he called as his eyes swept the room and he noticed, for the first time, the green and silver decorations. "Oh my god," he gasped before stifling a snort of laughter. "Is that-?"
"Shut up!" Harry growled.
"But everything is-"
"I know! Just shut up! Your mother changed it without telling me!"
Draco let out an unrestrained cackle as he realized his Gryffindor-at-heart husband put together a birthday party that turned out very Slytherin. Harry's cross look and red face only made the situation even funnier and Draco thought the entire evening was worth it just to see Harry's face like that.
"Okay, somebody seriously needs to take a picture of Harry's face right now!" Draco announced and Harry furiously stormed off into the crowd.
"I need a drink," the blonde said to himself as he chuckled at seeing a large bunch of green and silver balloons.
Draco made his way to the bar and was strategically trying to get past a very obese woman and a rather hairy man without disturbing or touching either of them when he felt someone grab his arm.
"Draco!" Hermione squealed, pulling him into a hug. "Happy Birthday!"
"Hermione, you look beautiful," he complimented her; and she did.
Hermione was wearing soft pink dress robes and upon her head was a tall cone shaped hat with a beautiful pink silk scarf flowing elegantly from the tip of her hat reaching down to her waist; she looked like a princess waiting to be rescued by her prince.
"Thank you," she blushed.
"Where's your hubby?" he asked her. Ron and Hermione usually weren't apart for long having grown used to each other's company over the years, he assumed – although he and Harry weren't apart often these days either.
"With yours," she replied, "over near the nibbles table."
"Ah," Draco sighed, unsurprised; those boys were just attracted to food, he would swear they could sniff it out a mile away. "Then you need to take your rightful place next to me… at the bar," he grinned. "Come on, girlie!"
"Oh Draco, I can't!" Hermione blushed, trying to pull away from him.
"What do you mean you can't?" he pouted. "It's my birthday! Just one little glass of bubbles?" he pleaded.
"Draco, I can't," she told him seriously in a firm but soft whisper.
"Why not?"
Hermione wouldn't look at him and he realized in an instant what she meant.
"Oh my God!" he yipped, jumping and clapping his hands before he could help himself; a gay moment, if there ever was one. "I'm going to be an uncle!"
"Shut up! Shut up!" Hermione hissed. "I don't want any one to know, okay? Just keep it to yourself!"
Draco grinned widely. "Scout's honour!" he said, placing his hand over his heart, three fingers raised.
Hermione rolled her eyes and slipped back into the crowd, leaving him free to make his way to the bar.
Draco was on his third drink when he finally found Harry in the crowd again. He had been stopped and wished a Happy Birthday by at least eight people – two of them total strangers – and he had been searching for his other half for at least twenty minutes.
"Harry!" he called out after seeing his husband talking with Ron and Neville Longbottom.
"Where's your hat?" Harry asked as he turned to see his husband sporting a multi-coloured wig that swished shiny pieces of fake hair all the way down to his shoulders.
"I swapped with Finnigan," he announced. "Good man that Finnigan!"
"I see you're enjoying yourself," Harry laughed; he obviously wasn't still mad about Draco's teasing earlier, but Draco knew he wouldn't be angry for long, not for something as silly as that.
"Immensely actually!" Draco nodded enthusiastically. "Except for Pansy, I dunno who invited her!" he frowned.
"Your mother, I think."
Draco nodded, thinking that sounded like something his mother would do just because society demanded it of her. As he thought of her, Draco glanced around the room to see where his mother was hiding; he hadn't seen her since she'd led them into the ball room. Ah, there she was chatting to Hermione – Hermione who was holding an entire tray of champagne glasses serving them to guests.
"Hermione!" Draco shouted angrily across the room, but his shout was lost in the noise of the general chatter. "Weasley!" he snapped, instead addressing Ron who was in earshot. "Would you control your wife? She's serving drinks for heaven's sake!"
"Yeah, well, we had some problems with the serving staff, didn't we Harry?" Ron replied defensively, nudging Harry for back up.
"Yeah, we did," Harry nodded.
"In her condition!?" Draco gasped, taken aback at the boys' casual attitude about Hermione carrying heavy objects. "You're letting her serve in her condition?"
"What condition?" Ron asked blankly.
"Draco!" he heard Hermione shriek across the crowd.
"Hermione! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Draco snapped, brushing glittering strands of his wig away from his eyes.
"What do you think you're doing!?" she retorted angrily.
"Me? I'm not the one-" Draco shouted before nothing but air was coming out of his mouth. He was shocked for a second, until he noticed Hermione had withdrawn her wand and cast a silencing charm on him. He frowned at her unimpressed then promptly snatched the tray of drinks from her only to discover they'd been charmed with the feather-light spell.
"Sweetie, I think you and I need to talk," Hermione said to her confused looking husband, taking him by the hand and leading him out into the gardens.
Draco threw her an apologetic look as she left and she shot him an angry glare in return. Feeling guilty for spilling her secret, Draco went back to the bar for some comfort and this time Harry joined him.
Another three firewhiskeys and a tequila shot later, Draco found himself being instructed by Hermione and Dean Thomas – who was recently engaged to Ginny Weasley – as to the fine art of a muggle dance called the Nutbush. The accompanying song was sheer torture, but he did enjoy it when he got to kick his knee up while he turned. Harry was dancing next to him and was having more trouble with this dance than Moody would have and he walked with a cane! It was the part where he had to cross his legs over one another while he shuffled sideways, that got him confused; Draco couldn't help but snicker.
Draco was now wearing Hermione's princess hat and was thoroughly enjoying flicking the scarf around; he felt very important. Harry had gotten a few drinks into him by now as well and had somehow been convinced to wear a red and white Santa hat that lit up with red and white lights and sang a pre-recorded, distorted version of 'Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer'. The hat itself wouldn't have been so bad except Ginny decided to charm Harry's actual nose an unnatural red so he looked like some sort of Christmas clown.
"You're getting the clap wrong!" Hermione laughed as she tried to pull Draco back into line, he'd been busy watching Harry's feeble attempts at the dance and hadn't been concentrating on what he was doing.
After having Draco pulled away from him by his best friend, Harry gave up on learning the crazy muggle dance and decided to join Ron at their table. The dinner had been delicious and nobody seemed to mind the unusual assortment of servers – from House Elves to the guests themselves – but the tables had been cleared and most people were mingling around the bar or dance floor, leaving Ron alone with his thoughts of impending fatherhood.
Harry sat down heavily, with a thump, releasing a deep breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "So Hermione's pregnant, huh?" he said after a time. Ron hadn't even indicated he was aware of Harry's arrival at the table.
"Yeah," the red-head sighed.
"Are you excited about it?" Harry probed. "Or not so much?"
Ron looked up at him for the first time. "It's earlier than we would have liked," he said looking frightened. "She only found out for sure yesterday."
"But are you excited?" Harry persisted.
For the first time since he found out, Ron smiled. "Yeah," he sighed. "Yeah, I am."
Harry grinned back and clapped his friend on the shoulder. "It'll be fantastic, you'll see," he assured him. "I can't wait to have kids with Draco."
Ron looked surprised at this revelation. "What do you mean? You can't have kids with Draco," he replied sounding confused. "You're gay," he whispered like it was some sort of secret; Ron had never been completely comfortable with Harry's sexuality, but to his credit, very little had changed between them, they just never really talked about sex.
"It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them," Harry retorted.
"But you can't have babies," Ron insisted.
"Don't you oppress me!" Harry exclaimed, only half joking.
"Where's the fetus going to gestate?" Ron asked sarcastically. "You going to keep it in a box?"
"I wouldn't call your sister a box, Ron," Harry smirked. "That's just rude."
"My sister!" he cried out.
Harry just laughed and quickly escaped back to the safety of dance floor and his lover's arms, leaving Ron with even more to think about.
Harry had lost Draco at some stage, he wasn't sure when, and the edges of his vision were starting to blur; he'd lost count of the number of drinks he'd had. People had started leaving the celebration to head back home and Harry was forced to act as sober as possible in order to bid them farewell; he didn't do very well though as he recalled leaning so far into Horace Slughorn's handshake that it turned into an awkward embrace.
"Harry, darling," he heard Narcissa call to him. He turned his head much too quickly and his stomach gave a lurch. "You might want to get to bed," she suggested. "Lucius is carrying Draco up now if you want to follow."
Harry just nodded. He didn't recall saying goodbye to any of his friends and while that fact did concern him, the possibility of a pillow was just far more important in that moment. He felt like he floated along the floor as he made his way to Draco's room, he was so focused on getting to his bed that when his head began to spin it took him completely by surprise. He wasn't sure how far he had gotten or where he was, but he did feel himself smack head first into something solid before darkness consumed him.
Later, he would wonder how he had made it into his bed that night – and naked for that matter. He had a few rather embarrassing ideas about how that might have come about, but he didn't wish to explore any of them.
End Part 2!
The Monty Python quote was in this chapter. Anybody catch it? It's from The Life of Brian.
Tune in tomorrow for an erotic afternoon of role play where Draco punishes his ever loving husband for teasing him with sexy knickers and failing to follow through!