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Disclaimer: Not mine, never was. Just enjoying the heck out of writing with J.K.'s wonderful characters.
This chapter contains mild slash, but later chapters will be more graphic, rated R for a reason. Please don't read if it offends.
Chapter II. Discoveries
Draco stood at the door of his former potions teacher's chambers, a small bouncing birthday girl at his side. He and Harry had tried in vain for the last hour to get their chambers ready for the party, but Ivy had been just a little too excited, and, well, chaos seemed to naturally follow her when she got excited. It was finally decided that a babysitter was in order.
"Yes?" Severus asked.
"Today is your lucky day," Draco began. "You are the winner of the "who gets to watch Ivy for a few hours while we set up her party" contest. And here," he continued as he held Ivy to him, "is your prize."
Snape looked at Ivy. "And the other contenders were..."
"Not important now," Draco smiled. "The important part is you get to spend some time with your goddaughter. Well, must be going."
"But..." Snape began.
"I'll be back to get her at two o'clock. Thank you, Severus." Draco was halfway down the corridor when he turned back for a moment. "Oh, I forgot to mention, she wants Dobby to play with too, so he is on his way. Thanks again!"
"Uncle Severus," Ivy squealed. "Let's play tea party! Dobby likes tea party too. I can be Witch Wanda and you can be her friend Sarah and Dobby can be her friend Anna and we can have biscuits and tea."
Snape shut the door behind them as he muttered under his breath, "Tea party, dolls and Dobby. I'm going to hell in a Witch Wanda convertible."
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One hour later, Harry and Draco finished decorating for Ivy's party. Streamers of all types and colors stretched from one end of the living area to the other, balloons were floating in mid-air, and a long table had been brought in for food and presents.
"It looks great." Draco stated. "Ivy should really like it." After a few moments Draco turned to Harry. "It's hard to believe she is already four years old. It doesn't seem that long ago that she was born."
Harry smiled at the thought. "Yes, I remember that night very well. Or morning, actually. I can't imagine life without her now."
"Madame Pomfrey was wrong about one thing though," Draco grinned. "She said I would forget all about the pain after she was born, but I remember it quite clearly. Don't get me wrong, she was worth every moment of it, but I was in some serious pain."
Harry stiffled a laugh. "I remember some pain of my own. You may have looked out of it but you struck like a cobra when you grabbed me and screamed, what was that, oh yeah, 'Don't ever touch me again, I will feed your nuts to the squirrels'. And I actually thought for a moment you were going to manage to rip them off to give to the squirrels."
"I let go, didn't I?" Draco smiled.
"Only after Madame Pomfrey calmed you down."
Draco walked toward Harry. "I also changed my mind about you touching me again."
"How could you resist?" Harry teased.
"You're on to me Mr. Potter," Draco purred as he closed the gap between them. "As a matter of fact, we have another hour before I pick up Ivy," he whispered against Harry's lips, "and you are quite irresistible to me right now."
Harry shivered as Draco pulled him into a fiery kiss, as desperate as it was passionate. Hands began to roam freely as Harry leaned his head back for Draco to suckle at his neck, every flick of his tongue extracting a low moan from the brunet. Harry moaned louder as he felt Draco rub against him, proving just how irresistible he was at the moment.
"Bed..." Draco gasped. "Now."
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At exactly two o'clock Harry and Draco arrived at Professor Snape's chambers, ready to pick up their daughter. Harry stood behind Draco with his arms wrapped around him, softly kissing the back of his neck. Still flushed from the earlier activity, they knocked on the door. Seconds later, Ivy was the one who flung the door open, dressed as Witch Wanda.
"Daddy! Mummy!" She cried. "We're playing tea party. Come see."
Harry and Draco walked into the sitting area, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world must have spun off its axis and hell was freezing over.
Sitting at a tiny table were Professor "Sarah" Snape and Dobby "Anna" The House-elf, complete in their afternoon finery. Snape was wearing a light blue flowery dress with matching heels, and a straw hat with different color carnations. Poor Dobby had fared no better, having the unfortunate luck to be dressed in Anna's yellow sundress, green heels and pill box hat.
"Do you want to play too?" Ivy asked her parents, who had finally gotten over the shock long enough to laugh hysterically.
"Oh, Merlin!" Harry cried. "You two look stunning."
Snape rose from the table, a bit wobbly on the heels, and picked up his wand. In moments he had changed "Wanda and Friends" back to their normal attire.
Severus walked over to the now teary-eyed men, as they tried to suppress their laughing.
"This," Snape stated firmly, "does not leave this room, or I will castrate you both."
"Yes, sir," Draco nodded, still shaking slightly."Not a soul."
Harry picked up Ivy. "Ready for your birthday party?" he asked.
"YAY!" Ivy yelled. "Are Uncle Severus and Dobby coming too?" she asked.
"Of course, sweetie." He glanced back at Snape."But I think we best not mention "Sarah" and "Anna" at the party, ok honey?"
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Far away from Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy lay in his cell at Azkaban prison, a crumpled copy of the Daily Prophet in hand. It had been nearly five years since the trial, five years of hate and anger growing stronger inside him. He had heard of the betrayal of his son, of the child he had with Potter. It became an obsession, the need to punish both his heir and enemy alike. Today's paper contained one small photo and announcement of Ivy Rose Malfoy- Potter's fourth birthday. Lucius ripped the photo from the paper, a plan beginning to form in his twisted mind.
"I will find a way, Potter," he spat. "You and my so-called son will both soon regret ever crossing me."
End of Chapter II.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was. Just enjoying the heck out of writing with J.K.'s wonderful characters.
This chapter contains mild slash, but later chapters will be more graphic, rated R for a reason. Please don't read if it offends.
Chapter II. Discoveries
Draco stood at the door of his former potions teacher's chambers, a small bouncing birthday girl at his side. He and Harry had tried in vain for the last hour to get their chambers ready for the party, but Ivy had been just a little too excited, and, well, chaos seemed to naturally follow her when she got excited. It was finally decided that a babysitter was in order.
"Yes?" Severus asked.
"Today is your lucky day," Draco began. "You are the winner of the "who gets to watch Ivy for a few hours while we set up her party" contest. And here," he continued as he held Ivy to him, "is your prize."
Snape looked at Ivy. "And the other contenders were..."
"Not important now," Draco smiled. "The important part is you get to spend some time with your goddaughter. Well, must be going."
"But..." Snape began.
"I'll be back to get her at two o'clock. Thank you, Severus." Draco was halfway down the corridor when he turned back for a moment. "Oh, I forgot to mention, she wants Dobby to play with too, so he is on his way. Thanks again!"
"Uncle Severus," Ivy squealed. "Let's play tea party! Dobby likes tea party too. I can be Witch Wanda and you can be her friend Sarah and Dobby can be her friend Anna and we can have biscuits and tea."
Snape shut the door behind them as he muttered under his breath, "Tea party, dolls and Dobby. I'm going to hell in a Witch Wanda convertible."
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One hour later, Harry and Draco finished decorating for Ivy's party. Streamers of all types and colors stretched from one end of the living area to the other, balloons were floating in mid-air, and a long table had been brought in for food and presents.
"It looks great." Draco stated. "Ivy should really like it." After a few moments Draco turned to Harry. "It's hard to believe she is already four years old. It doesn't seem that long ago that she was born."
Harry smiled at the thought. "Yes, I remember that night very well. Or morning, actually. I can't imagine life without her now."
"Madame Pomfrey was wrong about one thing though," Draco grinned. "She said I would forget all about the pain after she was born, but I remember it quite clearly. Don't get me wrong, she was worth every moment of it, but I was in some serious pain."
Harry stiffled a laugh. "I remember some pain of my own. You may have looked out of it but you struck like a cobra when you grabbed me and screamed, what was that, oh yeah, 'Don't ever touch me again, I will feed your nuts to the squirrels'. And I actually thought for a moment you were going to manage to rip them off to give to the squirrels."
"I let go, didn't I?" Draco smiled.
"Only after Madame Pomfrey calmed you down."
Draco walked toward Harry. "I also changed my mind about you touching me again."
"How could you resist?" Harry teased.
"You're on to me Mr. Potter," Draco purred as he closed the gap between them. "As a matter of fact, we have another hour before I pick up Ivy," he whispered against Harry's lips, "and you are quite irresistible to me right now."
Harry shivered as Draco pulled him into a fiery kiss, as desperate as it was passionate. Hands began to roam freely as Harry leaned his head back for Draco to suckle at his neck, every flick of his tongue extracting a low moan from the brunet. Harry moaned louder as he felt Draco rub against him, proving just how irresistible he was at the moment.
"Bed..." Draco gasped. "Now."
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At exactly two o'clock Harry and Draco arrived at Professor Snape's chambers, ready to pick up their daughter. Harry stood behind Draco with his arms wrapped around him, softly kissing the back of his neck. Still flushed from the earlier activity, they knocked on the door. Seconds later, Ivy was the one who flung the door open, dressed as Witch Wanda.
"Daddy! Mummy!" She cried. "We're playing tea party. Come see."
Harry and Draco walked into the sitting area, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world must have spun off its axis and hell was freezing over.
Sitting at a tiny table were Professor "Sarah" Snape and Dobby "Anna" The House-elf, complete in their afternoon finery. Snape was wearing a light blue flowery dress with matching heels, and a straw hat with different color carnations. Poor Dobby had fared no better, having the unfortunate luck to be dressed in Anna's yellow sundress, green heels and pill box hat.
"Do you want to play too?" Ivy asked her parents, who had finally gotten over the shock long enough to laugh hysterically.
"Oh, Merlin!" Harry cried. "You two look stunning."
Snape rose from the table, a bit wobbly on the heels, and picked up his wand. In moments he had changed "Wanda and Friends" back to their normal attire.
Severus walked over to the now teary-eyed men, as they tried to suppress their laughing.
"This," Snape stated firmly, "does not leave this room, or I will castrate you both."
"Yes, sir," Draco nodded, still shaking slightly."Not a soul."
Harry picked up Ivy. "Ready for your birthday party?" he asked.
"YAY!" Ivy yelled. "Are Uncle Severus and Dobby coming too?" she asked.
"Of course, sweetie." He glanced back at Snape."But I think we best not mention "Sarah" and "Anna" at the party, ok honey?"
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Far away from Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy lay in his cell at Azkaban prison, a crumpled copy of the Daily Prophet in hand. It had been nearly five years since the trial, five years of hate and anger growing stronger inside him. He had heard of the betrayal of his son, of the child he had with Potter. It became an obsession, the need to punish both his heir and enemy alike. Today's paper contained one small photo and announcement of Ivy Rose Malfoy- Potter's fourth birthday. Lucius ripped the photo from the paper, a plan beginning to form in his twisted mind.
"I will find a way, Potter," he spat. "You and my so-called son will both soon regret ever crossing me."
End of Chapter II.