Title: Afternoon Tea
Author: Keira Marcos
Fandom: Harry Potter
Challenge: Fluff Bingo (Tea)
Relationship: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Genre: Romance, Alternate Universe, Mpreg, Kid!Fic
Word Count: 2909 (complete)
Warnings: No Beta, very brief discussion of murder and the trafficking of sapient beings.
Author’s Note: Fluff Bingo ended, of course, but I’ve decided to finish my card.
Summary: Harry comes home early from work to have afternoon tea with his family.
Harry hung up his cloak and shed his suit coat, which he abandoned on the back of a chair in the salon. He walked into the kitchen of the villa and pulled several packages out of his dimensional store. The doors leading out to veranda were open, and an ocean-scented breeze was blowing the gauzy white curtains that Draco had chosen. He’d let his husband decorate the entire place while he’d been in training with the ICW. Draco had been waiting for a placement at the International Academy of Magic to study healing at the time, so he’d had a lot time on his hands.
He walked out onto the veranda and found Draco curled up in a lounge chair with a pile of parchments beside him on a side table. “Hey.”
Draco looked up from his reading. “You look stressed out. Difficult arrest?”
“A blast from the past,” Harry said and loosened his tie, then the crisp white collar of his shirt. He pulled the tie free and draped it over one of the chairs at the oak table that Draco often insisted they eat their meals at before walking across the space to sit on the edge of the lounger. “How are you?”
“Perfectly well,” Draco said and smiled when Harry raised an eyebrow. “I promise.”
“You said you’d cut your hours after the first trimester,” Harry said.
“And I have,” Draco said and plucked up one of Harry’s hand. He settled it on the soft roundness of his belly. “She’s fine, too. I’ve cut my hours by half at the hospital, and I’m only seeing patients with magical injuries going forward—nothing contagious.”
Harry rubbed his thumb against the soft cotton of his husband’s shirt and took a deep breath. “I arrested Theo Nott for murder today.”
Draco blinked in surprise. “What?”
“It’ll probably be the least of the charges once the investigation is complete,” Harry admitted. “I’ve already assigned it to a team in my division, and Lucas Pierce will be supervising due to conflict of interest. Master Ito is… irritated to have me sidelined, but hell, what choice did we have?”
“How long has he been in the country?” Draco questioned as he set aside his parchments and focused entirely on Harry. “I thought I’d be notified… considering the permanent restraining order I was granted by the World Court of Magic.”
“You certainly would’ve been if he’d entered the country legally,” Harry said. “We didn’t even know who we’d caught and arrested at the scene of the crime until we had them at headquarters and broke through the glamour he was wearing. I immediately removed myself from the situation and called in Ito to report.”
“Is Ito angry?”
“No,” Harry said. “At least not at either one of us. He knew when I married you that your ex-boyfriend was a piece of shit dark wizard who stalked you across half of Europe and that you’d had to involve the World Court to prevent him from having access to your boy.” He looked around for his step-son. “Where is Lynx?”
“Mother took him for a walk,” Draco said. “We thought you wouldn’t be home for tea. He’ll be upset to have missed you since you’ve been coming home past his bedtime for the past two weeks.”
“I’m home for the rest of the day,” Harry said. “The sensitive nature of the case against Nott and my personal connections… well, Ito doesn’t want to take any risks, and Justice Bertrand arrived via portkey a half-hour ago to start reviewing the evidence.”
Draco covered Harry’s hand, which still rested on his stomach with his own. “What’s worse than murder?”
Harry focused on their hands and took a deep breath. “I want to adopt Lynx as soon as possible.” He looked up and focused on Draco’s face. “Before this case gets blown wide open. I want to seal the adoption with blood magic, so Lynx is mine in every single way.”
“When I brought it up last year, you said you wanted to wait until Lynx was old enough to really understand what was happening. I don’t think four-years-old meets that burden.”
“No, I agree, and maybe one day he’ll resent the hell out of us both for doing it but… I promised you when I married you that I would shelter and protect your child as if he were my own. Watching you… these past few months.” He cleared his throat and once more looked at their hands. “You were about this pregnant when you essentially had to run from Nott, right? When he tried to force you to… I never asked you much about that because it was clearly a very traumatic experience.”
“More traumatic for his dumb arse than me, I assure you. I was exactly four months when he decided he didn’t want to be a father,” Draco said. “And my father had just passed away. Looking back, I don’t think he ever wanted a child at all, but he feared my father too much. With Lucius gone, he thought he could exert himself as an authority over me and my money.” He made a face. “Did he get his arm regrown?”
“He has a very good prosthesis,” Harry admitted. “It looked real enough under the glamour. They had to take it because it’s got a built-in magical focus. Under other circumstances, I might have been impressed with his use of it, considering the irreversible damage you did to his shoulder. He’d need a parselmouth for limb regrowth, and precious few with the kind of pure craft required would waste their time or magic on a bastard like him.” He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I can’t wait for her to get here.”
“Well, you’re gonna wait,” Draco said dryly and smiled when Harry laughed. “Tell me what he did.”
“Murder, multiple counts with special circumstances as it pertains to the trafficking of magical-hybrid humans and sapient magical creatures.” Harry watched the color drain from his husband’s face. “He’s running a brothel house in Thailand that specializes in the unusual. We’ve been hunting him in connection with the murder of a full-blood Veela in Paris a month ago. He tried to kidnap her, and she fought him off—he hit her with a Killing Curse as someone came to her aid. Before I left, they’d already linked him, through magical signature, to six other killings. I can’t tell you much beyond that due to confidentiality shields that are rapidly being erected around the case.”
“I don’t need to know more,” Draco said and closed his eyes tightly. “You know… one of the first things he asked me after I told him I wanted to keep the pregnancy was if my Veela heritage would be prominent in the child. He wanted to know how diluted the genetics were. He was pleased to know that due to the fact both of my parents had a full-Veela parent, that my son would exhibit dominant traits.”
Harry’s fingers curled into the material of Draco’s shirt. “I’m going to contact Ito and take the rest of the week off. I don’t need to be in the same building with Nott—especially if they want him to survive to stand trial. That first year we together, you had nightmares about him all the time. I can’t even tell you how many times I considered hunting him down and taking him out so that you’d rest easier.”
“My worst fear was that he’d take Lynx,” Draco said. “You helped me put that fear to rest day by day.”
Harry turned his hand over and laced their fingers together. “Hermione once told me that she was worried that you were only with me to protect Lynx. She thought you’d break my heart.”
“That’s…” Draco flushed. “Maybe I said yes to that first date because you were familiar and safe. I hadn’t seen you since you’d left Britain after the war, and Rome was overwhelming when I first moved here. But I had no choice but to move because I couldn’t deal with the stress of Nott plus all the people who still thought I was actually a Death Eater during the war. A lot of people will never believe I was a spy for the Unspeakables.”
“Hermione included four whole chapters in her book about the war on your heroic efforts,” Harry said in amusement. “You’d know that if you’d read it.”
“I’m not ever reading that book,” Draco said. “She didn’t let me pick any of my own pictures, Harry! She’s a very cruel witch.”
Harry laughed and brought their hands up to his mouth. He pressed a kiss against the back of Draco’s hand. “A very cruel witch, indeed. I had a package delivery from her while I was at work, actually. I suspect she’s been knitting again.”
“The blanket she sent last month was gorgeous, so I’m not mad,” Draco admitted.
“The thing is,” Harry said. “I told her that even if you were only with me to protect Lynx that I was… willing to accept that. I’ve always wanted you—even when I thought I hated you, and it was pretty much love at first sight when it comes to Lynx.”
“She called you an idiot, right?” Draco asked and grinned when Harry rolled his eyes.
“A romantic, fool-hearted idiot,” Harry said. “Then, she set about giving me a list of things I should do to make you fall in love with me.”
Draco’s gaze narrowed. “Is that why you sent my mother flowers after our first weekend together?”
“Nah, that was all me. I had to thank your mum,” Harry said and grinned. “Because you blew my mind. That woman deserves roses on a monthly basis for life for bringing your fine ass into the world.”
Draco blushed. “Harry James Potter.”
“Draco Lucius Potter,” Harry murmured.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his husband’s mouth, and Draco curled one hand into his hair. Harry deepened the kiss despite his best intentions and pulled Draco closer as he did so. After several long moments, he pulled his mouth away because the veranda was far too public for much more than a kiss.
“Ask him,” Draco said. “Just a conversation between you and him. It’ll make him feel special, and I think he needs that right now because of the baby.”
Harry turned his head as Lynx stomped up the stairs to the veranda.
“Harry! You’re home!”
The boy dropped his sack and darted over to them. Harry caught him, so Draco didn’t bear the brunt of the boy launching himself onto the lounger.
“Where’s your grandmother?” Draco questioned.
“Nonna’s gone to buy scones,” Lynx announced. He relaxed against Harry’s chest. “She says we need them for a proper tea. I told her I like croissants.”
“I like croissants, too,” Harry said. “Which is why I brought some home.” He smiled against the boy’s hair as Lynx cheered.
“Harry, you’re the best!” Lynx announced. “Let’s have tea!”
“We’ll prepare it so it’ll be ready when your grandmother returns,” Harry decided. “You can help me while your father rests.”
“Papa rests a lot,” Lynx said. “Nonna says it’s ‘cause he’s making my little sister.”
“Baby making is strenuous,” Harry said and laughed at the appalled look Draco sent him. He stood and put Lynx down. “Anything on your mind for tea, love?”
“There should be cucumber sandwiches,” Draco said with a mild glare in Harry’s direction. “And a selection of biscuits. Sergio will be here tomorrow to cook for the week. I think we might have to order dinner out if you don’t want to cook.”
“I can cook,” Harry said and offered Lynx his hand. “Come along, lad, you can help with the biscuits.”
“I want florents!”
“Florentines,” Harry corrected. “And I do believe we have some if your papa hasn’t eaten them all up.” He glanced briefly toward Draco as they headed into the house and found that his husband had already returned his attention to his parchments.
“I need to wash my hands,” Lynx declared. “Or Papa will be cross!”
“Certainly,” Harry agreed as he pulled the step ladder into place in front of the sink for the boy.
They washed their hands together, then moved the step ladder to the island and he pulled out the large tray.
“Did your grandmother say how long she’d be?”
“Not long,” Lynx declared as he pulled the biscuit jar close to him with both hands. “I need a plate.”
Harry slid a plate into place in front of him. “Did you have a good lesson with Giulia?”
“Miss Giulia says I’m smart.” Lynx offered him a smile. “I know my numbers, colors, and letters—in English and Italian.”
“Then you are certainly very smart,” Harry agreed. “In a few months, you can start primary school.”
“Harry?” Lynx focused on him and took a deep breath. “What will the new baby call you?”
Harry paused as he considered that. “I guess… she’ll call me daddy.”
“Oh.” Lynx pursed his lips, and he turned his attention to the biscuits, which he was arranging in a circle on the plate. “Maybe I should, too, so she doesn’t get confused.” He glanced up at Harry, and his cheeks pinkened. “Is that okay?”
Harry smiled. “Of course, it is.”
“Nonna says you’ll love me just the same after the baby comes.”
“Your Nonna is right,” Harry promised. “I’m going to be home the rest of the week, by the way.”
“That’s awesome,” Lynx declared. “We can go swimming! Nonna doesn’t like the sea, and Papa says he’s too fat, which is silly.”
“Very silly,” Harry agreed. “Put some custard creams out, lad.”
“They’re Papa’s favorite,” Lynx said as he put his whole arm in the biscuit jar and rummaged around for the package of custard creams. “Nonna likes those terrible ones, though.”
Harry laughed. “Shortbread is not terrible.”
Lynx made a face. “It doesn’t have chocolate on it.”
“Granted,” Harry agreed as he glanced out the doors. Narcissa had returned and was seated at the table. She offered him a wave and motioned toward the bag in front of her. He grinned and reached out with one hand to summon the scones.
“Will I be able to do wandless magic?” Lynx questioned.
“Maybe,” Harry said as he caught the scones. “It’ll depend on your power level and how much you study. It’s hard work.” He opened up the bag and put the scones on the final plate on the tray next to the jam jars and clotted cream.
“Oh, gross, she got plain ones.”
Harry laughed. “You didn’t even want scones.”
“Who likes plain ones?” Lynx demanded and scrunched up his nose in disgust.
“You’ve never looked more like your father than you do right now,” Harry told him. “He used to give me those looks at Hogwarts whenever I did something he didn’t like, which was, honestly, a lot.”
Lynx laughed. “Papa says you had a terrible sorting.”
Harry agreed with that, so he just sighed and focused on arranging the scones. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Lynx’s eyes widened. “I put the shortbread on the plate. See?” He pointed to the little stack of shortbread in the middle of the biscuit circle.
“That looks great.”
Lynx smiled and carefully put the plate on the tray and returned the lid to the jar.
“Do you know what adoption is?”
Lynx tilted his head. “I asked Nonna why you were the baby’s daddy but not mine. She said my bio…biologic… father.” He frowned.
“Biological.” Harry supplied.
“Yes.” Lynx nodded. “That word. She said he was a bad man, and he went away but that I shouldn’t worry.”
“You never have to worry about him, Lynx,” Harry said.
“You keep me and Papa safe.”
“I will,” Harry promised.
“Nonna said if I wanted you to be my real daddy that I should ask to be adopted.”
“Is that what you want?” Harry questioned.
Lynx huffed. “I was gonna work up to it. I had a plan.”
Harry laughed. “Oh, lad, you’re Slytherin all the way to the bone.” He prepped the teapot and poured milk for Lynx. “Did you want to stop talking about it and make a new plan for yourself?”
“You’ve already ruined it,” Lynx declared and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do I get to be a Potter like Papa?”
Harry considered that. He knew that Draco had shed the Malfoy name without a single hesitation when they’d married, and Narcissa had returned to her maiden name after Lucius died. “If you want to be, yes.”
“It’s for the best,” Lynx decided. “So the baby doesn’t get confused.”
“That’s settled then,” Harry said.
Lynx jumped down from the step ladder and trotted off to the veranda. “Papa! I’m gonna be a Potter just like you and the baby!”
Harry picked up the tea tray and joined his small but precious family on the veranda.