Day 12 of my 25 Days of Draco and Harry. This takes place during chapter 3 of Your Song. If you haven't read it or have forgotten, Luna is serving as their surrogate and living at the house after a pregnancy scare. As always, you can find a link to the entire series in my Author profile.

December 2013

Image Inspiration: 2 Mugs of Mulled Wine

"Mmm, what smells so good?" Harry asks as he steps over the crup and wraps his arms around Draco where he stands at the kitchen island. Draco hands him a cup of something warm.

"Mulled wine," Draco says, then leans his back against Harry's chest, taking a drink of his own mug, and the cat winds around their legs. They stand quietly, the fire crackling, the cat purring, the dog snoring, watching the lights of the Christmas tree in the next room flicker warmly.

This. This is what Harry had missed so much last year. He'd been away from home, away from Draco; away from this.

"Did you imagine this time last year that we'd be here now? A new house, a baby on the way?"

Draco lets out a little hum. "I wouldn't let myself imagine it. I was miserable."

Harry kisses Draco's neck. "I'm sorry."

"I know. And as you've gone so far as to take a new job that doesn't go on long missions, I can forgive you."

"Berk," Harry says with a laugh. He knew he was lucky Kingsley was so open to his moving to the training squad instead of taking the Head Auror position. It really did make a difference. "So, what do you want to do? It's our last Christmas as just us, you know. Next year we'll be exhausted and chasing a baby around."

Draco turns around and arches an eyebrow. "Well, seeing as how tomorrow Teddy will be home from Hogwarts and getting into trouble, and then we have plans and parties and such to attend, perhaps we should take advantage—"

Harry doesn't even give him the chance to continue, setting down his mug and capturing Draco's mouth with his. He runs his tongue along Draco's lips, the familiar contours making him smile before Draco takes over, plunging into Harry's mouth. Harry turns his head slightly, then moves down Draco's jaw, nuzzling his neck and making Draco groan.

"Gods, I love the beard," Draco murmurs. "Feels so good."

Harry chuckles, breathing in his husband's scent of citrus and pine. It's so Draco, and it floods through his body and into his groin.

"You'd think I'd be used to it after eight months," Draco says on a moan when Harry drags his beard across Draco's collar bone, "but it's fucking amazing."

It's Harry's turn to groan as Draco suddenly drops to his knees, pushing Harry's back up against the kitchen island, and begins to undo his trousers. "Draco," Harry pleads, looking down at the blond head nuzzling him.

Draco looks up with a grin and half-lidded eyes that makes any remaining blood Harry had in his body rush to Draco's attention.

"Fuck," Harry gets out.

"Not yet. I have plans," Draco laughs, then gets to work.

Harry throws his head back and whimpers, letting his hand fall into Draco's soft hair. Gods, he loves this man and his amazing mouth. He's consumed with desire and pleasure and love, blocking out everything else. There's only enough room in his head for Draco and what he's doing.

Which, Harry realises later, is why he missed the warning signs.

"Hello!" Luna's voice comes from behind Harry as she walks into the kitchen from the sitting room.

Draco doesn't seem to have heard her, either that or he's ignoring her, and Harry's so close he can't do anything as Draco sucks just slightly harder and Harry begins to come, Luna standing five feet away.

"Ahhhh—"

"Oh, my," Luna says, drawing out the second word, suddenly catching on and backing out of the kitchen, laughing.

Harry's face is red as finishes, his hips jerking slightly, and he feels Draco shaking slightly in laughter before he gives a final suck and pops off.

"Oh my god," Harry mutters, utterly embarrassed, his shoulders slumping. "I couldn't stop. He pulls his trousers back up and watches Draco stand, a smirk on his face.

"It's not like she didn't know we have sex, you idiot."

"She didn't need to see it! And she's carrying our baby. What if it's traumatised?"

Draco levels a look at him that he recognises. It's the one that says, clearly, 'How did I marry such an idiot?' He gets that one a lot.

"Fine, that was stupid." Harry figures his face might finally be turning back to its regular colour, and Draco is still laughing.

"Come on. We'll take it upstairs. I do believe it's my turn."

"Do you need a pillow for your knees, Harry?" Luna calls from the hallway.

"Merlin," Harry moans.

"He'll be fine, but thanks, Luna!" Draco answers then pulls Harry up the stairs.

A/N: So this scene is actually referred to in a conversation between Narcissa, Molly, Andromeda, and Harry during Your Song.

12 down, 13 to go.