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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco woke to find a plump, pert ass rubbing against his hardness and his hands filled with soft, round breasts. “Mm.” He decided sleepily, rubbing back against Celeste as she wriggled, giggling softly.
“Draco, I hate to tell you this, but you didn’t wake up soon enough to have time for a morning quickie. It’s already ten to nine.”
Draco groaned, flopping onto his back and glaring down at his tented covers, mocking him. “Damn. That’s settled, then. After we’re married, Windhaven. I will not have my mother dictating when I have to get out of bed. Bugger all, I’m so hard!” He complained.
Celeste smiled, leaning down to pull the covers away from Draco’s body and taking him into her mouth. She immediately began working the shaft with her tongue, deep-throating it, and swallowing over the head when she did so, and Draco was crying out, coming hard, within five minutes.
Celeste pulled him out of bed and threw some clothes at him, giggling.
Draco dressed, dazed. He watched Celeste, unabashed in her nudity, finally, as she pulled a violet sweater and a pair of black denims on, gulping at the smirk she shot him when she didn’t put on underwear.
Great. Now Draco was going to be hard all day long, thinking of her in only those denims, hugging her ass with nothing in the way.
“All right, Draco, let’s go down for breakfast, shall we?”
Draco followed her, watching that sweet behind sway invitingly, never realizing that she had just led him out of his bedroom and to the dining room with his fine hair floating about his head in disarray.
*****
Narcissa looked up and choked at the sight of Draco, following after Celeste with a dumbstruck expression on his face, hair floating about his head like a silver halo. “Hello, Celeste. Draco.” She said, then giggled.
Draco looked at her in confusion for a second, then his eyes widened in horror and he pulled his wand from his pocket, muttering the same spell Lucius had used every morning to tame his own feather-light hair.
Celeste pouted. “Oh, but I like it like that. It’s adorable.” She said.
“Malfoys do not do adorable. We’re fearsome and powerful. Not cute and cuddly.” Draco muttered, sitting down and scowling.
Celeste sat next to him and smiled sweetly. “I like you cuddly.” She said coyly.
Narcissa chuckled. “Draco, your father had the same problem. It’s all part of being a Malfoy.” She said consolingly.
Draco growled into his tea, glaring at her still-smiling face.
Narcissa just raised her eyebrows and turned her attention to Celeste, who was adding a few sausages to her plate and smirking a bit. “So, since you’re already pregnant, the wedding will have to be soon. When are you due?”
Celeste paused, pursing her lips and thinking. “Um… June or July, I think.” She said softly.
Narcissa sighed. “Draco, can you not time anything properly?” She asked.
Draco scowled. “Well, I’m sorry the birth was scheduled wrong. Shall we ask next time we don’t plan on conceiving?!” He snapped.
“Do shut up, Dragon. Now, since we don’t want the child to be a bastard, we’ll need to see you married within the school year. Unfortunately, this means you won’t get your Honeymoon until summer, probably after the child is born.” Narcissa said briskly.
“I don’t mind. We do have N.E.W.T.s to complete this year, after all. We can’t afford to take an extra holiday.” She turned to Draco. “Do you think Valentine Day would be alright?” She asked, blushing. “Or is that too sappy for a Malfoy?”
Draco melted at the tentative hope in her eyes. He smiled, taking her hand and kissing the palm, tenderly. “Valentine would be perfect.” He said. “And we can always take our Honeymoon over Easter Break.” He suggested.
Celeste smiled brightly.
Narcissa sighed. “How very romantic. Your first Valentine together is the day you marry! The only thing more romantic would be getting Bonded that day.”
“We are.” Draco said firmly. “Celeste and I have Resonated, and I fully intend to do the ritual with her that night. And I will not be afraid to let it be known that my wife and I are Bonded.” He finished, turning to Celeste. “That’s a private ritual, but we’ll bear Marks forever to prove that we’re that in tune. The first week after that ritual, you need to wear clothing that allows the Mark to show. For Malfoys it’s usually on the shoulder somewhere, or on the back. It was once on a Malfoy woman’s midriff. Her husband was a bit embarrassed at work the next few days.” Draco sniggered.
Celeste flushed. “I think I can handle that. The papers will report it, though.”
“I don’t care! Let people talk! They’ll have seen about our wedding the day before! This would only be a good sign to follow that.” Draco said.
Celeste nodded. “I suppose you’re right.”
Draco smirked. “It involves sex, of course.” He added.
“I kind of figured.” Celeste answered, smiling shyly.
Narcissa cleared her throat. “Well, now that that’s settled, shall we move on? How about the New Year Party, Draco? Remember, we will be hosting this year.” She said.
Draco smirked. “Yes, I do remember, Mother. Pansy has already said she will be there, along with her parents, as will Blaise and his Mother. Millicent is not sure, but her family will try to make it, though, Merlin save us if Penelope manages to get into the liquor again. Bloody bint tried to rape me last year!”
Celeste’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me, who?”
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. “Penelope Bulstrode.” He said in a long-suffering voice.
“Penny? Oh, good. She’ll be easy to kill. I’ll be back in time for dinner.” Celeste said, getting up and heading for the front door, pulling her wand from her pocket.
Draco cursed and jumped up, following her. “Love, wait, she’s not worth going to Azkaban for!” He said in a calm voice, walking alongside Celeste.
“No, she’s not. But you are. Where do your anti-apparition wards end?”
“Think of our baby.” Draco said seriously. “I want you here. Where it’s safe. She’s no threat to you, I promise.”
Celeste tossed her hair and sighed. “I know! But she- That little- Oh, the nerve!” She hissed, her eyes flashing dangerously.
Draco smirked, his own eyes narrowing as he licked his lips. “Did I ever tell you how utterly delicious you are when you’re angry?” He purred, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Celeste calmed and raised an eyebrow. “There once was a time when hearing that would make me more angry, you realize?” She teased.
Draco nodded. “Oh, I know. But as delectable as you were, I did value my life.”
Celeste snorted as Draco’s hand slid down her back and came to rest on her ass, slowly rubbing and cupping the area as she stared at his totally innocent expression.
Finally, she broke the silence with a smirk. “Any particular reason you’re currently massaging my arse?” She asked lightly.
Draco licked his lips. “I just can’t stop thinking that you’re not wearing anything under these jeans. It’s bloody distracting!”
Celeste giggled and pulled away, walking back inside, leaving Draco to growl in frustration and follow, wishing he wasn’t quite so hard.
Again.
*****
Draco stared at the open potions book in front of him, not taking in any of the words on the page.
Here he was, on holiday with his very sexy fiancé, and she left him to study while she went and did ‘girly stuff’ with his mother!
He was going to kill the git.
Harry was only a girl for a few days a month, and complained about it, too, and now he did this?!
And just what the hell did ‘girly stuff’ entail?
*****
Harry snorted as he walked back into Draco’s room and Draco jumped up, angry words dying on his lips as he stared at the vision before him.
Celeste was… Gods!
She was dressed like his mother had been in the pictures of her first year as Lucius’ girlfriend, when they had just finished sixth year and were enjoying the last summer of their childhood.
Tight jeans, a leather jacket over a red tank top, high heels and makeup that gave her eyes a smoldering look, and a sly smirk on her face finishing off the effect of dangerous sexuality.
“Like what you see?” She purred, lifting an eyebrow.
*****
Celeste giggled, wiping her forehead with her arm and rolling over to lay on top of Draco, peppering his face with kisses. “That was good.” She purred.
Draco hummed in agreement, nodding lazily.
“So, what’s this about a New Year’s party?” Celeste asked.
“Pureblood Tradition for the Dark families involves all families that are Dark-aligned and Pureblood for the last five generations to take turns hosting a party on New Year’s Eve. This year is our turn, and Mother loves to flaunt our wealth through these parties.” Draco said. “It’s actually a lot of fun.”
Celeste pouted her lips thoughtfully. “Hmm… What goes on in these parties?”
“Well…” Draco smirked. “We all just hang out and dance, then at ten PM the drinks start flowing while the younger children are shooed away to the North wing and we all start to get raucous and a bit debauched, and sometimes it escalates into a full-blown orgy. Great fun, really.” He said, chuckling.
“Oh. Um, if it does turn into an orgy, I can’t participate.” Celeste said softly.
“Yeah, you get your bits back tonight, don’t you?” Draco purred, leering.
Celeste snorted. “Yes, you complete horn-dog.”
Draco frowned. “I’m a what?”
“Muggle thing.” Celeste explained.
“I see.” Draco said. In all truthfulness, he didn’t, but that was beside the point. “So…” He licked his lips and looked over the naked body atop him. “Can you go again?”
Celeste laughed. “I think I might get sore if you keep this up.” She whispered, leaning down and sucking on the base of Draco’s neck.
Draco groaned. “Oh, please tell me that’s a yes!” He begged.
Celeste just laughed again and lifted herself up, guiding Draco into her and leaning back, hands on his thighs as she began to ride him, moaning softly.
“Fuck!” Draco shouted, reaching up to cup her breasts, letting his fingers barely touch her nipples, making her shiver helplessly at the intense sensation.
Celeste gasped in surprise when Draco grabbed her hips and flipped over, throwing her back onto the bed and sliding back inside of her in one fluid motion. She let her head fall back against the pillows and met every thrust with abandon, wrapping her legs around Draco’s waist and pulling him deeper.
Draco had thought that nothing could compare to the hot tightness of sex with Harry in his male body, but the slick wetness of his female body was just as good. The passage wasn’t as tight, but the lack of a need for preparation and the way he could begin with thrusts that were just as hard as the ones he would end with made up for it.
Celeste squealed and came, her passage undulating around him as she orgasmed, her whole body quivering in response.
“Oh, Merlin, baby, yes!” Draco growled, slamming into her a few more times and coming into her hard, falling beside her on the bed, facedown in the pillows.
Celeste moaned weakly, wiggling a bit. “Oh, gross! I’m leaking!” She complained.
Draco just chuckled, his voice muffled by the pillows he was suffocating in. He lifted his head. “You know, that’s not all my fault.” He said in his defense.
“Oh? You didn’t have to come in me, you know.” Celeste shot back.
The door opened, and Draco shrieked as Narcissa peered in. “Oh, were you busy? I thought two hours would be enough time.” She explained as Draco threw the covers over himself and Celeste, glaring at his mother.
“What?” He hissed at her.
“I was wondering if either of you need to get some last-minute shopping done? After all, this is the last chance.” She said, smirking.
Draco sneered. “I’ve already gotten all the gifts I intend to give, Mother. You know I get that done early on.”
“But what about Celeste?” Narcissa asked, raising her eyebrows at the girl in question.
Celeste blushed. “I’ve done all my shopping as well, Narcissa.” She answered.
Narcissa smiled. “Alright, then. Don’t be late for dinner.” She said happily, closing the door as she left them alone again.
“And there goes our afterglow.” Draco lamented, covering his eyes with one arm, taking on a tormented air. “Oh, woe is me!”
Celeste smirked and grabbed a pillow, smacking him in the face with it and jumping out of the bed, rushing into the bathroom before he could untangle himself from the covers. She giggled as she started the shower, listening to his cursing and the thump as he was finally freed from the blanket of doom to fall onto his floor.
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