"Flippy?" Draco asked, looking at the small, yet mature looking house elf incredulously. Harry nodded, "Yes, his old master was a nanny, so I figured he would be best." Draco turned to him, "How did you manage to buy him and get him all the way in here?" he asked.
"Well, all I had to do was make an order, basic requirements and all that. They delivered him in Hogsmeade and all I had to do was grab my invisibility cloak, and take the passage under the Shrieking Shack to get it."
"Okay, but what about the other five." Harry glanced at them, "Drizzly, he worked with Flippy for that nanny. Minny, she had experience with babies, a good singer as well, good at lulling babies to sleep. Mona, she's a specialized cleaner, she can keep the room clean, and she is also helpful with babies. Grant, he worked in a toy store, I figured he could probably think up some neat toys for our son, and obviously he had experience with kids. And lastly, Sprint, his old master was a six year old, he also specializes in making unique baby food."
Draco stared at the six house elves all lined up in a row. They were all dressed rather nicely, which was unusual for house elves. Grant, with his spectacles slipping off his nose stepped forward, holding a colorful rattle. "As Grant's first invention in the service of Mister Potter, Grant is proud to present a vattle." Draco took it from him and examined it, "What does it do?" he asked.
Grant walked forward, his gold lab coat trailing behind him. "You shake it, sirs." he said. Draco did and almost dropped it when it began vibrating softly and a small melody began playing. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder..."
"Er...thanks, I'm sure he would love it." he turned to the crib where the baby was resting. His tiny baby blue blanket tangled in his feet.
"Oh! You is most welcome, sirs!" he said, stepping back into the line. Draco turned to Harry. "Well, I suppose we should get to class." Harry nodded and began to walk out the door. "Hey wait up!" Draco yelled, hastily following him.
"Harry....Harry?!" Draco turned to him, "Are you even listening?" he asked, tapping his foot irritably on the ground.
"Huh?" Harry said smartly. He had been way too busy ogling his lover's ass to pay any attention what so ever to what he was saying.
Draco glared at him, "That's it. You are sleeping on the couch tonight!" he said, turning around and heading to the Great Hall for lunch. Harry stared after him forlornly thinking, 'What? Again???'
He sighed and looked around at the empty hallway, 'It's not MY fault his ass is so fuckable looking.' he thought with a scowl, heading to the Great Hall himself. He scuffed his shoe on the ground, 'I mean, it's not MY fault that he swings it from side to side as he walks.'
Sigh. 'I hope Scott is doing okay.' he thought. Draco had insisted on calling him Jaden, saying something along the lines of, "I have no idea what I was thinking when I permitted you to name our son that. ' I' will call him Jaden. YOU can call him whatever you like." a pause, "Just nothing naughty. My son will talk like a sophisticated being..." Harry had nodded at intervals and tried desperately to figure out what words like 'advantageous' and 'adulterate' meant.
He stood in front of the giant oak doors for a moment, staring at them mindlessly before remembering what he was supposed to be doing. He pushed them open and entered. Draco was at his usual place by the Slytherins, prying Millicent off him. He glared at the girl, hoping he could somehow kill her from across the hall. He sighed in relief when Draco shoved her away and forced Crabbe to sit between him. 'Crabbe I love you!!!!!' he shuddered then, deciding to forget he ever thought that.
He walked over to the Gryffindor table, positioning himself so he could see past Hermione's bushy hair to Draco, who was now picking at his chicken. Seamus came up next to him. "Hey Harry!" he said, plopping down next to him. He followed Harry's gaze to Malfoy. "I know," he said then, "did you hear?" he asked.
Harry took a bite of his apple, "What?" he asked; only half interested. Seamus leaned forward, "I heard from Dean, who talked to Blaise, who talked to Pansy...." Harry sighed, "What?!" he asked.
Seamus said excitingly, "I heard that Malfoy is GAY!!" he began to laugh, as if this was the juiciest information in the world. 'He sure is gay.' He rolled his eyes, "I would have NEVER guessed." Seamus didn't notice his sarcasm. "I know! But then, I always suspected he was a pansy."
Harry gritted his teeth, "That's nice Seamus, now I...er...have to eat." Seamus nodded at him obviously not paying any attention to what he said. He walked over to Dean and they began to talk in hushed voices. Harry sighed; he knew that if Seamus had said one more thing he wouldn't have been able to help hurting him.
He turned back to his food and began to shovel it into his mouth, much like Ron was doing across from him. Hermione had her head turned and was glaring at Pansy, who was glaring back with just as much venom. Surprisingly, Ginny was glaring at Pansy too. He shrugged to himself, deciding it would be best to not get involved.
"Hmmpgilieksnasdffsdfa." Ron said, with his mouth full which explained the reason it sounded so...muffled? Ron swallowed, "Pansy told Hermione that she didn't like Draco anymore and that she liked a red-head. Hermione thinks it's me." he nodded to Hermione who was angrily stabbing her salad. "I don't think it's me, though."
"What about Ginny?" he asked, gesturing to her with his hand. Ron shrugged. "I don't know WHAT'S going on with her and Pansy. Maybe Ginny likes this red-head too." he suggested, reaching for some rolls. Harry shrugged.
Hermione turned to them. "Oh hi Harry!" she said with a smile, she wrapped an arm around Ron and stuck her tongue out at Pansy who rolled her eyes and looked away. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before she let go of Ron.
"Hi Herm." he said. She nodded at him absently, pulling a notebook out from her bag. "Have any of you two seen my History of Magic notes?" she asked, looking between them suspiciously. Ron fidgeted in his seat guiltily.
"N-No?" he asked, trying not to look guilty. Hermione smirked. "Oh Ron, you could have just asked you know!" she smacked him lightly on the back of his head. Ron frowned.
Harry stood up, deciding to check on his son. "Hey guys, I forgot something, I'll be back for Potions." Hermione looked up at him for a moment before she nodded. Harry walked out of the Great Hall.
Harry opened the door, suspecting to find utter chaos. He was not excepting to find his son sleeping peacefully among six small fluffy blankets and what looked like fifty colorful gadgets. The house elves were scattered among the room, doing various things while watching the baby at the same time.
Harry sighed in relief at the same time they noticed him. "Master Potter sir!" Flippy said, "Little Master Potter is in good condition sir!" he said, "Master Potter sir, would you like anything from Drippy?" Harry shook his head, walking over to his son. He smiled at the little boy and touched his nose. He watched as the baby's little nose scrunched up cutely. "I love you." he whispered to him.
The baby just sighed. Harry turned to Flippy. "Remember, come find me if there's any trouble." He smiled at his son again briefly before he strode out of the room.
"....diced...Snape...potion...Longobottom..." Harry was trying desperately to keep up with the conversation, but Draco's ass...
"Harry!" he turned around. Harry straightened, "Er...what were you saying?" he asked. Draco glared at him and turned back around. Harry's mind was screaming, 'His gorgeous delectable ass if RIGHT THERE! He's your lover/boyfriend/future husband! What's stopping you from dragging him into the nearest corner and fucking!'
Harry fought with his mind, 'We can't just go around mindlessly fucking anymore! We have to set a good example for our son!'
His mind stated that their son didn't know a house elf from a dragon, so it wouldn't be able to tell if they were fucking in an empty classroom.
And when Draco swayed his hips that last time...he snapped. With a growl he hefted the blonde up into his arms. Draco squeaked and glared at him. "What did I say about carrying me like this!?" he asked, waving his hands around. Harry smiled down at him and all but ran to the nearest classroom. "Er...Potter? I think the RoR is the OTHER way." he stated. Harry locked the door and added a silencing charm. He turned to Draco with a hungry look in his eyes.
Draco then decided on a new form of torture. With a smile he waved his wand and muttered something so Harry couldn't hear. Harry gasped as chains suddenly appeared and tied themselves around his wrist and ankles. "Draco...?" he asked, jerking on them. Draco smirked.
"This is for not paying attention to anything I said." With a sinister smile he began to strip, one article of clothing at a time and painfully slow. Harry struggled against the chains, his cock fully erect. Draco smirked, and once he was fully naked, laid down on the ground.
Harry looked at him with confusion. Draco spread his legs and slowly trailed his left hand down to play with his nipples. Harry gasped and practically drooled. He began to pinch them, moaning loudly. He brought his right hand to his mouth and slowly sucked on the digits. Harry gasped, his cock pulsing.
Draco began to slowly trace his nipples, pinching and pulling. He was moaning and his cock was fully erect, standing proud.
He brought his wet hand to his entrance and slowly pushed them in, stretching it and rocking his hips down on it. He gasped loudly as he hit his prostate, his eyes going back. He moved his left hand down to play with his cock, teasing and pinching.
Soon he came and with that burst of pleasure he unfortunately (or fortunately, depending how you look at it) Harry's chains came loose. And, with a lust filled gaze he pounced. Draco squealed.
And, I think you can figure out what happened next.
Meanwhile, a certain coin in a certain persons pocket was rolling away...
R&R!