Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, work has been mighty hectic
lately...I hope to get the next chapter finished soon. Thank you again to
all that reviewed! Any and all suggestions are greatly encouraged!
Ice Lupus- I love the idea of Molly and Narcissa going head to head about "what's right for the baby"! Keep an eye on future chapters....
Warning-This chapter lives up to a strong R rating, please don't read if you are easily offended.
On with the show.......
Chapter V. Madame Magnolia's
//13th November 11:49 p.m.
I know I promised Hermione (and myself) I would write every night, but my feet hurt, my clothes hardly fit, my back hurts and I ran out of chocolate ice cream. Will write more tomorrow, and...hey, Harry's back with my ice cream. Gotta go....//
14th November 8:29 a.m.
Harry was having the most peculiar dream. He was surrounded by Death Eaters, but he wasn't afraid. They were lashing at him with...cloaks? He felt warm, and heavy....
"Whaaa?"
Harry awoke just as another pair of trousers smacked into him and joined the other ten or so already on the bed.
"Not one bloody pair.."
"Draco?"
"These are even smaller than the last pair, no point trying these on..."
"Dra.." Harry pressed, catching the airborne clothing before it hit the wall.
"Nope. Not a sausage..."
"Draco!"
"Yes?"
"Might I ask, what are you doing?"
Draco turned to Harry, holding the final pair of trousers in his wardrobe.
"It's official. I no longer fit in any of my clothes."
Harry mumbled to the wall as he rolled out of bed. "Two quarts of ice cream a day..."
"What was that,dear?" Draco smiled.
"Nothing." Harry grinned. "After breakfast, we can go into the village to do some shopping."
Draco turned sideways as he looked into the floor length mirror. "It's really true, isn't it?"
Harry pressed himself to Draco's back and slid his hands around to his stomach.
"Yes, love," he whispered, "it's really true."
Three hours later the two of them were wandering through the village markets, looking for the local tailor or maternity shoppes. Draco pulled his dress robes close to him, making sure no gaps were visable.
"I can't believe I had to wear this," he lamented.
"Well," Harry offered. "Nothing else would fit. At least you're covered."
"Barely," moaned Draco. He was wearing his dark green velvet dress robe, sans trousers, the largest pair of boxers he had, and jet black dragon-hide boots. Every now and then he fought a rogue gust of wind as it threatened to show a bit more than he, or the other shoppers, he thought, would like.
Harry leaned closer to Draco. "Actually, I find it quite exciting," he whispered, "to know you are next to naked underneath."
Draco smiled in spite of himself. "Do you now, Mr. Potter? Well, that's very interesting. And good to know."
As they rounded a corner of the main street, they saw the old wooden sign hanging outside the tailor shoppe.
"Madame Magnolia's-Quality Handstiched Robes and Finely Crafted Garments since Thirteen fifty-two." Harry read. "Let's go on in."
The ancient bell jingled as they entered the main door."Hello?" Draco yelled.
Harry walked a bit further in, leaning around the counter. "Is anyone here...AHHH!"
A small elderly woman, wearing the brightest purple robes Harry had ever seen, suddenly appeared straight in front of him, tiny half-moon glasses perched atop her head, her hair the most brilliant color of royal blue.
Harry stumbled back a bit and tried to catch his breath.
"Are you all right, my child?" a soft voice spoke.
"Yes.., yes, I'm fine..." Harry laughed. "Sorry.."
"I was in the attic, gathering fabric," Madame Magnolia explained. "I thought I could apparate behind the counter, but," she smiled sweetly, "I'm afraid my aim might be getting a bit off in my old age. Now, how may I help you?"
Harry approached cautiously. "I, I mean, we," he motioned toward Draco, who was slowly bringing up the rear, "wanted to ask about some, well, some maternity outfits."
Madame Magnolia brightened immediately. "Oh, yes," she smiled. "I have many styles to choose from, as well as any custom design." She looked behind them. "Is your wife with you?"
Harry glanced over at Draco. "Well, no, not my wife..."
She turned to the quiet blonde. "Oh, of course, your wife, I see."
Harry tried to figure out the best way to break it to the elderly lady.
"No, no," he started, "It's not like that. You see..."
Madame Magnolia patted him on the arm, her kind face shining up to him.
"Oh, I see, my dear. Don't worry, I understand. It's nothing to worry about."
Harry raised his eyebrows and looked toward Draco. "It's not?"
"No, no!" She smiled. "Just because I look a little old-fashioned doesn't mean I don't understand how it is these days. You have no reason to be embarassed."
"Well, thank you, Madame." Harry was pleased. At least Draco wouldn't feel awkward.
"I know how you young folk are today, " she whispered. "Now, will your girlfriend be coming in later?"
Draco could take it no more.
"NO! No wife, no girlfriend! No woman at all! It's me! I'm the one who's preggers! See!" Draco smoothed the robe to his body, revealing the bump beneath. "AND I DON"T HAVE ONE BLOODY DAMN PAIR OF FUCKING TROUSERS THAT FIT ME!"
Madame Magnolia slowly turned toward Harry, her eyes widened.
"He's a little sensitive," Harry said softly.
Two hours later, Harry and Draco left the shoppe for lunch. Madame Magnolia had managed to calm down a bit, and was actually very excited to have the challenge of designing maternity clothing for a man. Harry couldn't help but grin as he overheard Draco tell Madame Magnolia "Only the best, I AM a Malfoy, you know" as he picked out the fabrics. She was going to have one pair of trousers ready for him before he left the village that afternoon, and would send more later on.
As they walked up the alley, Draco turned toward Harry. "What would you like to eat?"
The mischievous grin that spread across the brunette's face confused Draco momentairaly, but the confusion melted away when Harry brushed moist lips across his, trailing to his ear before whispering, "You."
Draco closed his eyes as a shiver ran across his spine. Harry led him down a deserted side street, far from prying eyes. He hadn't been lying when he told him earlier the thought of Draco being nearly naked under the robes excited him. He had been dying to take care of the nearly part before they went home.
Harry covered the blond's warm mouth with his, softly at first, then passionately, Draco's back pressed against the gray stone wall.
Harry broke the kiss long enough to bring his wand out from his robes. He used the same spell he had used in the library to shield them from any passersby, along with a warming spell to protect them from the cold. Slowly he unfastened the dress robes Draco wore, letting his hands slide under the velvety fabric as he gently dropped to his knees. Draco slipped his fingers into Harry's raven hair, pulling him against his shaking body.
Harry rubbed the palms of his hands against Draco's stomach, planting tiny kisses along the way. He could have sworn he felt something against his lips, some small flutter from beneath the skin. Draco pushed himself forward as Harry hooked the sides of the blond's boxers, carefully slipping them off. Harry slid his hands up Draco's legs, caressing his hips before silding them behind Draco. Moments later Draco whimpered as he watched and felt Harry's warm mouth engulf his hardened cock, licking across the head before taking in the full length.
"Harry..." Draco murmured. He twisted his fingers deeper into Harry's locks, encouraging him to take him deeper, harder. Harry obliged, quickening the pace, his hands roaming across every patch of skin he could reach.
Draco tried to hold on, tried. to make it last, at least he did until Harry slid his mouth to the tip and looked up at Draco, meeting his own silvery- blue eyes with emerald green, filled with lust and desire, before taking him in completely, in and out until every nerve in Draco's body tensed, wave after wave of intense pleasure coarsing through him.
Harry held to him, loving the taste, the sounds, the feel of the shaking blond. Draco finally collapsed into Harry's arms, his breathing short and ragged.
Harry smoothed the whispery strands of hair away from Draco's forehead, kissing him over and over.
"I love you." Harry whispered.
Draco smiled and brought his hand up to Harry's cheek. "I know," he breathed. "I love you, too."
//14th November 8:38 p.m.
Harry is finishing up the dishes tonight, so I thought I would write early. And guess what? I actually cooked dinner! Ok, so maybe it wasn't a gourmet dinner, but hey, mac and cheese can be tricky you know. We went into the village today and I now have my first pair of real maternity trousers. They fit great! I must say, Madame Magnolia really knows her stuff. Once she got over the shock, she did just fine.
Harry and I spent some "quality time" together before we went to lunch today, and it was amazing! I can't be sure, but I think I may have felt the baby move! It was just a little flutter, and I haven't felt it since, but maybe!
I have a feeling things are just about to get really interesting.....//
End of Chapter V.
Ice Lupus- I love the idea of Molly and Narcissa going head to head about "what's right for the baby"! Keep an eye on future chapters....
Warning-This chapter lives up to a strong R rating, please don't read if you are easily offended.
On with the show.......
Chapter V. Madame Magnolia's
//13th November 11:49 p.m.
I know I promised Hermione (and myself) I would write every night, but my feet hurt, my clothes hardly fit, my back hurts and I ran out of chocolate ice cream. Will write more tomorrow, and...hey, Harry's back with my ice cream. Gotta go....//
14th November 8:29 a.m.
Harry was having the most peculiar dream. He was surrounded by Death Eaters, but he wasn't afraid. They were lashing at him with...cloaks? He felt warm, and heavy....
"Whaaa?"
Harry awoke just as another pair of trousers smacked into him and joined the other ten or so already on the bed.
"Not one bloody pair.."
"Draco?"
"These are even smaller than the last pair, no point trying these on..."
"Dra.." Harry pressed, catching the airborne clothing before it hit the wall.
"Nope. Not a sausage..."
"Draco!"
"Yes?"
"Might I ask, what are you doing?"
Draco turned to Harry, holding the final pair of trousers in his wardrobe.
"It's official. I no longer fit in any of my clothes."
Harry mumbled to the wall as he rolled out of bed. "Two quarts of ice cream a day..."
"What was that,dear?" Draco smiled.
"Nothing." Harry grinned. "After breakfast, we can go into the village to do some shopping."
Draco turned sideways as he looked into the floor length mirror. "It's really true, isn't it?"
Harry pressed himself to Draco's back and slid his hands around to his stomach.
"Yes, love," he whispered, "it's really true."
Three hours later the two of them were wandering through the village markets, looking for the local tailor or maternity shoppes. Draco pulled his dress robes close to him, making sure no gaps were visable.
"I can't believe I had to wear this," he lamented.
"Well," Harry offered. "Nothing else would fit. At least you're covered."
"Barely," moaned Draco. He was wearing his dark green velvet dress robe, sans trousers, the largest pair of boxers he had, and jet black dragon-hide boots. Every now and then he fought a rogue gust of wind as it threatened to show a bit more than he, or the other shoppers, he thought, would like.
Harry leaned closer to Draco. "Actually, I find it quite exciting," he whispered, "to know you are next to naked underneath."
Draco smiled in spite of himself. "Do you now, Mr. Potter? Well, that's very interesting. And good to know."
As they rounded a corner of the main street, they saw the old wooden sign hanging outside the tailor shoppe.
"Madame Magnolia's-Quality Handstiched Robes and Finely Crafted Garments since Thirteen fifty-two." Harry read. "Let's go on in."
The ancient bell jingled as they entered the main door."Hello?" Draco yelled.
Harry walked a bit further in, leaning around the counter. "Is anyone here...AHHH!"
A small elderly woman, wearing the brightest purple robes Harry had ever seen, suddenly appeared straight in front of him, tiny half-moon glasses perched atop her head, her hair the most brilliant color of royal blue.
Harry stumbled back a bit and tried to catch his breath.
"Are you all right, my child?" a soft voice spoke.
"Yes.., yes, I'm fine..." Harry laughed. "Sorry.."
"I was in the attic, gathering fabric," Madame Magnolia explained. "I thought I could apparate behind the counter, but," she smiled sweetly, "I'm afraid my aim might be getting a bit off in my old age. Now, how may I help you?"
Harry approached cautiously. "I, I mean, we," he motioned toward Draco, who was slowly bringing up the rear, "wanted to ask about some, well, some maternity outfits."
Madame Magnolia brightened immediately. "Oh, yes," she smiled. "I have many styles to choose from, as well as any custom design." She looked behind them. "Is your wife with you?"
Harry glanced over at Draco. "Well, no, not my wife..."
She turned to the quiet blonde. "Oh, of course, your wife, I see."
Harry tried to figure out the best way to break it to the elderly lady.
"No, no," he started, "It's not like that. You see..."
Madame Magnolia patted him on the arm, her kind face shining up to him.
"Oh, I see, my dear. Don't worry, I understand. It's nothing to worry about."
Harry raised his eyebrows and looked toward Draco. "It's not?"
"No, no!" She smiled. "Just because I look a little old-fashioned doesn't mean I don't understand how it is these days. You have no reason to be embarassed."
"Well, thank you, Madame." Harry was pleased. At least Draco wouldn't feel awkward.
"I know how you young folk are today, " she whispered. "Now, will your girlfriend be coming in later?"
Draco could take it no more.
"NO! No wife, no girlfriend! No woman at all! It's me! I'm the one who's preggers! See!" Draco smoothed the robe to his body, revealing the bump beneath. "AND I DON"T HAVE ONE BLOODY DAMN PAIR OF FUCKING TROUSERS THAT FIT ME!"
Madame Magnolia slowly turned toward Harry, her eyes widened.
"He's a little sensitive," Harry said softly.
Two hours later, Harry and Draco left the shoppe for lunch. Madame Magnolia had managed to calm down a bit, and was actually very excited to have the challenge of designing maternity clothing for a man. Harry couldn't help but grin as he overheard Draco tell Madame Magnolia "Only the best, I AM a Malfoy, you know" as he picked out the fabrics. She was going to have one pair of trousers ready for him before he left the village that afternoon, and would send more later on.
As they walked up the alley, Draco turned toward Harry. "What would you like to eat?"
The mischievous grin that spread across the brunette's face confused Draco momentairaly, but the confusion melted away when Harry brushed moist lips across his, trailing to his ear before whispering, "You."
Draco closed his eyes as a shiver ran across his spine. Harry led him down a deserted side street, far from prying eyes. He hadn't been lying when he told him earlier the thought of Draco being nearly naked under the robes excited him. He had been dying to take care of the nearly part before they went home.
Harry covered the blond's warm mouth with his, softly at first, then passionately, Draco's back pressed against the gray stone wall.
Harry broke the kiss long enough to bring his wand out from his robes. He used the same spell he had used in the library to shield them from any passersby, along with a warming spell to protect them from the cold. Slowly he unfastened the dress robes Draco wore, letting his hands slide under the velvety fabric as he gently dropped to his knees. Draco slipped his fingers into Harry's raven hair, pulling him against his shaking body.
Harry rubbed the palms of his hands against Draco's stomach, planting tiny kisses along the way. He could have sworn he felt something against his lips, some small flutter from beneath the skin. Draco pushed himself forward as Harry hooked the sides of the blond's boxers, carefully slipping them off. Harry slid his hands up Draco's legs, caressing his hips before silding them behind Draco. Moments later Draco whimpered as he watched and felt Harry's warm mouth engulf his hardened cock, licking across the head before taking in the full length.
"Harry..." Draco murmured. He twisted his fingers deeper into Harry's locks, encouraging him to take him deeper, harder. Harry obliged, quickening the pace, his hands roaming across every patch of skin he could reach.
Draco tried to hold on, tried. to make it last, at least he did until Harry slid his mouth to the tip and looked up at Draco, meeting his own silvery- blue eyes with emerald green, filled with lust and desire, before taking him in completely, in and out until every nerve in Draco's body tensed, wave after wave of intense pleasure coarsing through him.
Harry held to him, loving the taste, the sounds, the feel of the shaking blond. Draco finally collapsed into Harry's arms, his breathing short and ragged.
Harry smoothed the whispery strands of hair away from Draco's forehead, kissing him over and over.
"I love you." Harry whispered.
Draco smiled and brought his hand up to Harry's cheek. "I know," he breathed. "I love you, too."
//14th November 8:38 p.m.
Harry is finishing up the dishes tonight, so I thought I would write early. And guess what? I actually cooked dinner! Ok, so maybe it wasn't a gourmet dinner, but hey, mac and cheese can be tricky you know. We went into the village today and I now have my first pair of real maternity trousers. They fit great! I must say, Madame Magnolia really knows her stuff. Once she got over the shock, she did just fine.
Harry and I spent some "quality time" together before we went to lunch today, and it was amazing! I can't be sure, but I think I may have felt the baby move! It was just a little flutter, and I haven't felt it since, but maybe!
I have a feeling things are just about to get really interesting.....//
End of Chapter V.