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Random Moments	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco rolled over and wrapped an arm around the smaller body of his pregnant lover. “Merry Christmas, love.” He murmured into the dark head of hair before him.

“Shhh. Too early.” Harry mumbled and snuggled deeper into the warmth of the blanket and the blonde’s embrace.

“Come on, it’s time for presents.” Draco insisted and nipped the shell of Harry’s ear.

“Later.”

“Please.” The silvery-eyed teen begged, running a hand along Harry’s pregnant belly.

Harry tried his best to ignore his lover’s ministrations, but the attention and naked body pressed against his back was getting to him.

“We can’t.” Harry finally whined.

Draco licked his way up the side of Harry’s neck. “We can’t have sex. I don’t recall anything about not being able to blow you.” He said as he slid beneath the blanket and coaxed Harry onto his back.

He’s not wrong.

“Fine, just make it quick. I want to go back to sleep.” Harry stated as a warm tongue began lavishing attention on his burgeoning cock.

The blonde boy worked his lover’s cock expertly and before long, he was drinking down his partner’s seed.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked as Draco got up from the bed.

“Bathroom. Brush my teeth.” He replied as he made his way to the loo, stark naked.

Harry sat up. “But what about you?” He questioned, noting his husband’s erection standing tall.

Draco moved back to the side of the bed. “I can take care of it myself. You just rest.” He said before planting a chaste kiss on the other’s lips.

A few minutes later, Draco emerged from the bathroom in a black, silk bathrobe to find Harry still on the bed, but now with two large piles and one smaller pile of presents before him.

“I separated them.” He quickly explained. “Now, I have to pee.” He waddled into the now empty room to relieve himself.

While he waited for Harry to come back, Draco sat back down on his side of the bed and picked up a present from the smaller pile, wondering why there was three.

To: Baby Potter-Malfoy

From: Auntie Hermione

Draco smiled. Apparently the smaller pile was gifts for the baby.

“Don’t open without me.” A still naked Harry whined as he rushed back to the bed. He climbed in and pulled the silver comforter over himself.

“I’m not.” The blonde held up the baby gift he was still holding to show that the wrapping paper was still intact. “Just looking.”

Once comfortable, Harry addressed the package in Draco’s hand. “Who’s that for?” He asked with a nodded toward it.

“The baby.” Draco said with a smile. “It’s from Hermione. Shall I open it?” He asked slyly, tearing the shiny, blue paper slightly.

“Yeah.” Harry grinned. “Let’s do the baby pile first.”

Draco finished tearing off the wrapping paper to reveal two sets of knit baby booties. One done in Gryffindor red and gold, the other in Slytherin emerald and silver. Hermione’s knitting skills had greatly improved since fourth year and Harry stated as much.

“I didn’t know Granger could knit.” Draco said in genuine interest. He was still trying to get out of the habit of calling her by her surname.

“They’re cute.” Harry said as the blonde set the booties aside. “My turn.” He picked up another present from the baby pile.

“From Molly! Ro-” He froze for just a second. “…Ginny, Fred, and George’s mum.” He finished sullenly.

“Oh, what is it?” Draco curiously. He knew the Weasley weren’t the richest family around and wondered what they would’ve gotten them.

Harry carefully removed the brown paper and set with the already discarded wrappings. He laughed delightfully when he saw the tiny Weasley sweater Molly had knitted, adorned with a green letter ‘B’ for Baby.”

“Last baby present.” Harry said as he picked up the remaining gift, noting that it made an odd noise. “From Fred and George. Uh…” He handed the red wrapped gift over to Draco. “Why don’t you open it?”

“Okay.” The blonde took the parcel and tore it open. “It’s just a rattle, love.” He gave the object a small shake, only to start when it began to vibrate on its own. Draco pointed it away from his face just in time for colorful sparks to shoot out accompanied by, “Congratulations, Harry and Draco!” Chorused in Fred and George’s voices.

The pair just stared at the rattle in silence for a brief moment before Draco shook it again.

As before, it started vibrating followed by sparks and the twins’ voices.

“Well, that’s fun.” Draco said as he set it with the other open gifts.

“Let’s do ours now!” Harry bounced excitedly. “You first.”

Draco picked up a heavy, brown, square package. “Mrs. Weasley.” He tore the paper off to reveal a lovely blue sweater with a silver ‘D’ in the center. Folded inside the sweater was a five pound block of homemade fudge. “Nice.” He exclaimed.

Harry picked up the parcel he knew would be his own Weasley sweater and block of fudge. Sure enough, he tore open the brown paper to find a black sweater with a shimmery green ‘H’ adorning the chest. Slipping his sweater onto his naked torso, he was pleasantly surprised to find cakes hidden within instead of fudge. Molly likely figured the pair would share.

“Okay, you’re turn.”

The blonde picked up a small, rectangular package wrapped in silver. He quickly opened it to find a fairly interesting potions book. “Mum’s not great at shopping for other people.” He muttered and set the book aside.

As he moved to pick up another present from his pile, Harry caught a glimpse of Draco’s handwriting and changed his mind about which he would open next. It was a relatively small package wrapped in shiny, gold paper. Just ‘Harry’ was written across the front, nothing more.

Harry gently removed the paper from the item in hands and gasped when it was revealed. It was a tiny onesie of green and silver stripes. Nearly identical to the one Draco had given him last year. His breath caught in his throat.

Draco went from a happy grin to guilt-ridden worry. “Love, what’s wrong?” He asked as Harry’s shoulders began to shake.

The dark-haired boy shook his head and looked up. Tears were in his eyes but his lips held a soft smile. “I love it.” He warbled. “Now we have both and pair of matching booties for each.”

Draco caressed his emotional husband’s cheek. “Why don’t we take a break from this? Go get some breakfast, then come back and finish?” He asked.

Harry nodded his agreement, but then verbally added, “Only if you wear your sweater.”
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