A/n: Hey y'all, man I said: Send me 1-3 words and I'll write you a ficlet. Someone sent me the word: Pink. And boy... I ran with it, didn't I? Here it comes, dudes. Enjoy some young parent Harry, with Teddy Lupin, and some Draco Malfoy working his way into their life, and honestly, I am for it, y'all. Oh, there is a story in there somewhere. Ha. (No beta) ~ kiz
Warnings/Tag: Slash, light Dom/sub, light degradation, crossdressing kink, begging kink, bottom!Harry, slutted-out!Harry, free-use!Harry, light breeding kink, explicit language, dark undertones, auror au, head auror!Harry, auror!Draco, angst with a happy ending, case fic, Draco as a pleasure dom, praise kink, little twisty there, shocked me when i wrote that shit too.
Draco Malfoy/Harry James Potter.
Harry looked at the pink bag sitting on his desk top, taking a moment before he peered inside. Sitting inside was a pink box, he pulled it out and opened it, staring down at a pink lingerie set. What the fuck is this?
He blinked, at the items, a little startled if he was honest. He had no use for a pink lingerie set. Or any lingerie set. At all. For that matter. But, especially a pink lingerie set.
He closed the box, looking up at the knock on his door, and moved to hide the box behind his back. "Yeah?" He called seeing Ron walking in with Draco and Dean. "Can I help you?" He asked, he knew his voice was pinched as he asked and he couldn't help it. "Actually, I was just headed out!" He lurched forward before the three could take more than two steps into his office and pushed them right back out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
"What is going on?" Ron asked, giving Harry a look.
"N-nothing," Harry shook his head, "what do you all want?"
"We'll walk with you," Dean spoke up, "maybe we can convince you to join us for a pint tonight?"
"I don't think tonight will work," Harry said quickly, looking at the three, just standing there.
"You never come out with us anymore," Ron huffed, "honestly, mate, we're in our prime!"
"Ron, you're married. Dean, you're engaged." Harry looked at each of them, "and Draco is seeing someone."
Draco quirked an eyebrow, giving Harry a look, "I'm what ?"
"You're seeing someone," Harry waved a hand dismissively, "whatever the case is, I don't think any of us can be considered in our prime anymore. We have obligations now."
"To what?" Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, "get a sitter for the night, and join us!"
"I don't think so," Harry shook his head, again, "Ted wants to spend time together."
"Sure he does," Ron scoffed, "y'know, like, he's not your child, right?"
Harry looked at Ron, a little shocked, and blinked a few times. Draco spoke up, this time, "leave him alone, Weasley," the other three looked at him, and Draco cleared his throat, "Potter is in his parenthood phase, something us three don't know about, at least yet." He added, giving a little smirk. "Lucky us, we all get to go home to someone, I guess."
Harry sighed, "okay. Anyway, thanks for the invite." He reached for his office door, turning to open it.
"I thought you were headed out?" Dean asked, giving Harry a look, "honestly, mate, take some time off." Ron chuckled, and turned with Dean, leaving them. Draco lingered a moment, looking Harry over before he turned, leaving with them.
Harry watched the three walk away, waving his hand at Hermione, who was waiting for her husband, spotting Ginny next to her. The two shared a look, before she slipped a smile into place. Harry's eyes drifted to Draco, watching the blonde man answer a question that was directed at him, before he glanced to the right when his name was called.
Harry watched Pansy slip her arms around Draco's shoulders in a hug, and the man gave one in return.
He sighed, and opened his office door stepping inside, any forlorn thoughts gone the moment he spotted the pink box and pink bag. He frowned, packed up his office and the bag, before heading out. "Uhm, did someone send a package here?" He asked his secretary, pausing to hold up the pink bag.
He watched as she looked at the bag, reading the name printed in black on the side. La Perla. Then turned her eyes to Harry, her face flushed a shade of pink he had never seen on her. "Is it yours?"
"No, Mr. Potter," she shook her head, "and I didn't see a package get delivered. Oh, Draco had dropped off a few reports earlier, I think it was today?"
"Draco?" Harry asked, looking down at the bag, "was he carrying this with him?"
"I didn't see that with him, but that was the only person I saw enter your office since lunch. If that was today? It's been a long week, Mr. Potter, I'm sorry."
"Okay, right." He nodded, hurrying to the lift. I'll just pretend I didn't look at it. He thought, hoping to catch them before they left, but he knew it was a wishful thought as he looked around and saw most everyone was gone.
He frowned, sending a patronus to the sitter, explaining he would be a few minutes longer and asked her to let him know if it was a problem. She sent a patronus back, within moments, saying it was fine. He turned and apparated to the pub, he knew where they would go. The one that all the auror's went to.
He paused, gathering himself after the use of magic travel, and used his wand to make the bag little and slipped it into the pocket of his jacket. If it was Draco's he didn't want to embarrass him, and if it wasn't Draco's he didn't want to embarrass himself.
"Oi! Harry came!" Ron whopped, earning a look from his wife.
"No," Harry shook his head, looking around the pub, spotting Draco sitting at a booth with Pansy on his right and Dean and Ginny across from them. Of fucking course, he thought feeling Ron press a pint to his arm, "just one. " He said to his oldest friend, and took the pint, Hermione and him carrying the others to the table.
Harry didn't bother with a seat, he just stood leaning against the booth side, watching them all talk. Neville and Hannah slid up with drinks in hand, and admittedly Harry was happy to see Hannah. He found himself catching up with her, his pint nearly finished when he heard Draco speaking to him.
"Let me out, Potter." Draco was saying, giving him a small push.
"Oh, sorry," he stepped back from where he was blocking the booth and the man slid out and stood. "Uh, Draco," he cleared his throat, speaking quietly, "did you…" He paused, and jerked his chin away from the table, Draco rolled his eyes and followed him. "Did you leave something in my office?"
"I didn't go in your office."
"Oh," Harry nodded, "okay." He stepped back, and sat his almost empty pint on the table top, "that's all I needed," he said under his breath and then turned to the table calling out, "see ya Monday!" Earning a few jabs from his mates.
"You stood there for the past hour to quietly ask if I left something in your office?" Draco asked when Harry turned to leave.
Harry glanced at him, "oh, yeah. I just… it was a rather personal item and I thought, well…I heard you had gone into my office to drop off some reports, anyway I thought maybe it was something for your gir—. For her . But, it wasn't yours so nothing to worry about. Have a good weekend, Draco." He offered a tight smile, before turning back to the door and weaving through the growing crowd before Draco could say anything else to him.