Frittered Fae

Title: Frittered Fae
Author:

enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion, mpreg
Word count: 590
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for

capitu, in thanks for making the banner for my Stray Pucks verse. She requested more Fae Draco.
Summary: The best laid plans sometimes fritter away.

The scent of warm, spicy apples woke Harry from a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and yawned. The morning light revealed the familiar sight of the bedroom in the cottage.

Home

Harry wasn't sure when he'd begun to think of Draco's cottage as home, but he was happy and relieved to be back here. He rolled onto his back and stretched, wincing a little at the twinge of soreness he felt. Returning to the orchard meant that regular sex would become routine again. This time, Harry was determined to get a leg over on Draco. It wasn't fair that the Fae did all the tupping. Er, topping.

Once upon a time, Harry had been a confirmed top, and it baffled him how he always ended up on the bottom whenever sex with Draco became imminent. Harry sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Draco had Vanished his clothing the night before, and there was no telling where his jeans and shirt had ended up. Harry looked to the side and saw a familiar tunic draped over a chair, along with a pair of tall boots on the floor next to the chair.

His old clothing was nowhere to be seen.

Harry grumbled under his breath as he stood up. He pulled the tunic over his head and smoothed it down, where it fell to mid-thigh. He then pushed his feet into the boots and went in search of Draco. Harry paused in the doorway to the kitchen.

Draco was seated at the table, holding Darius in his arms as he fed the baby his bottle. Darius was gazing up at his father in fascination as he ate, while Draco's expression was one of awe and fierce pride as he watched his son.

Harry turned away, swiping at the moisture that leaked from his eyes.

"Harry?"

"I'll be right back," Harry said in a gruff voice. "I have something in my eye."

By the time he returned to the kitchen, Darius had finished his breakfast.

"Here," said Draco, handing the baby to Harry. "He needs to burp, and I need to remove the apple fritters from the oven."

Harry dutifully took his son and held Darius to his shoulder. He gently patted the baby's back until Darius responded with a rude noise.

Harry waved a hand under his nose. "That's not the sort of gas you were meant to pass," he chided. Darius babbled happily, indicating he felt much better. Harry's attention strayed to where Draco was bent over, removing fritters from the oven.

He really did have a fine arse. Harry couldn't wait to tup it. Er, tap it, that is. He settled Darius in his basket and gave him a rattle to keep him occupied. As Draco straightened and set the pan of fritters on top of the stove, Harry stalked his prey. He latched onto Draco, one hand on Draco's hip, the other on his arse. Harry leaned in and rumbled, "You smell good."

"That's the fritters, Harry," said Draco. He picked one up, turned in Harry's grip, and shoved the fritter into Harry's open mouth.

Harry bit down automatically, moaning in delight as the flavor of apples and cinnamon burst over his tongue.

"Eat your breakfast," Draco instructed, stepping out of Harry's lax grip. "If you're still feeling frisky afterward, I'll tup you good and proper."

"Mmokay," Harry managed around his bite of fritter. He chewed and swallowed, then comprehension dawned.

"Sorry?"

"Fritter first, sex second," Draco said firmly.

Harry took another bite. "Mmokay."

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