hp_bunintheoven

Title: Pampered
Author/Artist:

themightyflynn
Pairing(s): Draco/Charlie
Prompt: # S12
Summary: There were many things Draco loved about pregnancy but, he thought, actually being pregnant might be the best thing of all.
Word Count: 2851
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Contains: Sex scenes, language
Notes: A million thanks to my beta for such a speedy turnaround!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

"Do you remember how nervous you were over the first pregnancy?"

Draco smiled softly. Lying back in their comfortable bed, he arched his back, stretching aching muscles. His smile widened when a large, rough hand ran gently over the swell of his belly.

"That was before I knew better."

Charlie chuckled. He ran his hand further up Draco's body, cupping his face and turning him into a brief kiss.

"Before you knew how pampered you would be, you mean?"

"Pampered?" Draco attempted to scowl, but the sight of Charlie all rumpled from sleep always sent a warm rush of desire through him. "I'd like to see you trying to get around while carrying enormous Weasley spawn inside you."

The bed shifted as Charlie moved to hover over him. There was a sparkle to his eyes that caused Draco's breath to hitch pleasantly.

"Our babies are not enormous, Draco. They are beautiful." He leant in to press a kiss beneath Draco's jaw. "And delicate." His lips trailed down Draco's throat to his collarbone. "And absolutely perfect."

Draco hummed as Charlie pressed light kisses all over his belly. He was only five months along, but it was twins this time, meaning he had gained weight a lot faster. It had made him self-conscious at first, but Charlie seemed to not have lost any of the desire that he held for him. Not even when Draco's ankles swelled. Reaching to tangle his fingers through Charlie's long hair, he held on tight.

"What do you want?"

Charlie's voice had deepened. He didn't stop kissing Draco's belly while he waited for a response, and Draco was tempted to tell him to not move. But, his libido – increased from all the hormones rushing through him – refused to listen.

"Anything," he gasped. "Anything you want."

Charlie's responding laugh sent Draco's insides shivering with pleasure. He made quick work of the boxers Draco had taken to wearing to bed and reached over to the bedside for his wand.

"What I want is you."

Allowing himself to become lost in the joy of having Charlie so close, Draco let himself be manoeuvred into a better position for Charlie. They moved together so well by now that it didn't take them long to get going. Draco huffed and groaned as Charlie held him close and sent him so high, he thought he would never come down again. By the time Charlie was cleaning them up with a quick swipe of his wand, Draco was nearly asleep again.

"Love you," he murmured as Charlie leant in to brush their lips together.

"You, too."

*~*

"Papa!"

Draco smiled as he watched Scorpius waddle towards him. His chubby little legs were still a little wobbly and he staggered as he made his way across the living room. Removing his feet from his footstool, he shifted over on the lounge he was sitting on, making room by the armrest.

"Well done, Scorp," he exclaimed, bending to scoop him up into his arms. Grunting, he let out a breath as soon as they were settled on the lounge together. "Papa is a bit heavier than usual, you know."

Scorpius blinked his big blue eyes, looking like he was actually listening to what Draco was saying. "Why?"

Unable to help it, Draco chuckled. He knew Scorp couldn't have understood him properly, being only fifteen months old, but his timing was impeccable. He still had a very limited vocabulary, but why was currently one of his favourite words.

"Well," Draco began, taking the question seriously. "Papa is having more babies. Look."

He leant back, exposing his belly to Scorpius. Taking hold of one of Scorpius' tiny hands, he placed it gently on his belly. Draco smiled again when Scorpius' eyes widened. He watched as Scorp leant forward to press his forehead to his belly.

"Baby."

Draco's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Scorpius leant back, watching Draco carefully. "Cuse me," he repeated with a wide grin. "Cuse me. Cuse me."

An amused sound from behind him caused Draco to jump. Dragging his eyes from Scorpius, he saw Charlie leaning on the doorjamb, his arms folded over his chest.

"Sadly, I don't think he's smart enough to understand us just yet."

Draco shook his head. "I swear, for a few seconds I thought he was actually trying to have a conversation with me."

Charlie laughed as he made his way into the living room. Leaning over the back of the lounge, he tilted Draco's head back so he could brush their lips together.

"I have a surprise for you. Well, we do, don't we, Scorp?"

"Cuse me."

Scorpius slid off the lounge and waddled around it so he could raise his arms, requesting that Charlie pick him up. Draco met Charlie's eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Still think he can't understand us?"

Charlie chuckled as he scooped Scorp up in his arms. He looked so tiny with Charlie's large arms wrapped around him. Draco leant back against the lounge cushions and smiled. Watching the two of them together – Scorpius so small and Charlie so large – sent a jolt of warmth through him and always had him smiling. Charlie moved around the lounge to claim the spot Scorpius had vacated. Draco obediently raised his head for a proper kiss when Charlie's fingers brushed beneath his chin.

"Even if he was as smart as you, I don't think he's trying to communicate properly."

Draco grinned. "As smart as me?"

Charlie hummed. "Yep. You are the smartest, sexiest man I have ever met, and you know it."

He leant in to claim Draco's lips again. The kiss wasn't allowed to last long, however, as Scorpius slapped Charlie's arm.

"Cuse me!"

Charlie laughed against Draco's lips. "Maybe he is trying to talk to us."

When Draco reopened his eyes, it was to see Scorpius grinning at him again. He shook his head and sighed.

"You said something about a surprise?"

Charlie adjusted his position so Scorpius was sitting on his lap. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a small card. He handed it to Scorpius and turned him to face Draco.

"I have a friend from work who was asking about you the other day. She said she knew how demanding twins can be, and that a massage could help." He paused to encourage Scorpius to hand over the card. "This is the address of what is apparently the best massage therapist in London. Or, it would be if Scorp will let it go."

"A massage?" Draco hadn't had a proper massage in years, not since he was a teenager and his mother had thought he was becoming too stressed over his end-of-year examinations. "It hadn't even occurred to me."

Charlie, still occupied with trying to prise the card from Scorpius' hand, offered him an absent smile. "I asked Ginny about it, and she agreed. She said it can help with swelling, as well. Oh, Scorp, no!"

Draco began to laugh as he watched Scorpius shove the card into his mouth. "Here." He reached over and gently pried the card from Scorpius' hands. He objected loudly, but Draco was too quick for him to grab it back. "A little dribble won't hurt it."

"Bye!"

Scorpius struggled in Charlie's grasp until he was allowed to slip down onto the floor. They both watched as he waddled over to his playmat and planted himself there. He grabbed one of his rattles and shook it over his head. Charlie shook his head.

"You know, I really do hope that he turns out to have inherited your brains, but sometimes I wonder."

"Hey, come on." Draco smacked his leg lightly, but couldn't help smiling. "You're not that bad."

"Oh, yeah? Not that bad?" Charlie moved close enough to wrap his arm around Draco's shoulders, pulling him closer. "A glowing recommendation, coming from you."

Snuggling as close as he could get, Draco grinned. "It's a good thing you're pretty, Weasley."

*~*

Soft music tinkled through the room. That, combined with the scent of massage oil and some kind of herbs, was helping Draco to drift along in a haze of relaxation. He hadn't felt this light in a while.

"How is this?" the massage therapist – Ariel, a blonde-haired, green-eyed woman in floaty, multi-coloured robes – asked softly as she moved her fingers along Draco's shoulders. "Too hard?"

Draco, his mind moving slowly, only hummed. He didn't know what he had expected out of this massage, but being so relaxed that he was nearly asleep was surprising. As a general rule, Charlie was the only person he ever allowed himself to be this vulnerable around. He couldn't help it, however: Ariel seemed to be able to reach every single point in his body that had even the slightest hint of tension and relieve it.

"Alright, that's good. Well done, Draco," she murmured without even a touch of amusement to her voice. "I'm going to move down to your legs now, alright? I'll start with your ankles."

She continued the soft murmur as she moved around his body. Draco struggled to keep his eyes open as she found every little achy spot on his body and massaged the tension out. By the time the massage was done, he felt as though he had been floating on a cloud for the past hour. He was smiling as he entered the waiting room to find Charlie.

"You look good." Charlie chuckled into his hair as Draco practically fell into his arms. "Feel good, too?"

Draco groaned. "I never wanted to move from that bed, to be honest." Raising his head, he met Charlie's eyes. "Take me home?"

Charlie bent to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Anything you want."

*~*

As the babies grew larger, Draco discovered new areas of his body that ached in new and interesting ways. The massages turned into a fortnightly thing. Charlie became more attentive as the pregnancy progressed, as well. Lying back into a lounge chair in the backyard of the Manor one day during his eighth month, he let out a soft sigh.

Charlie stood a little distance away, sweat dripping down his forehead. He'd removed his shirt about ten minutes before, but it seemed that it hadn't helped to cool him down any. The secateurs he held dangled loosely from his hand as he stared at the topiary before him.

Draco believed the topiary had once resembled a bird of some kind. And it still did… sort of. Charlie did his best with the garden, but they both knew that the topiaries were something that he had never mastered, and probably never would. The actual gardeners – a group of men who had worked the Manor grounds for longer than Draco had been alive – would likely have a coronary when they saw the damage Charlie had done to their precious work. Draco found that he couldn't care, however. Not when working in the yard caused Charlie to be all sweaty and shirtless. He licked his lips as Charlie glanced over.

"Enjoying the view?"

Draco grinned. "You know it."

He shifted a little when one of the babies kicked him. Placing a hand on his belly, he gently massaged what felt like a tiny baby bottom.

"Well, I'm glad one of us is having a good time."

Gesturing for Charlie to come closer, Draco's grin widened. "With a sight like this before me? What more of a good time could I possibly have?"

Charlie rolled his eyes, but complied. Tossing the secateurs onto the ground by the bush, he made his way over to Draco. A quick wave of his wand widened the lounge chair so it was comfortable enough for the two of them.

"And what exactly is it you want from me, Malfoy?"

Charlie's grin matched his own. Rolling to his side so he could lie with his head on Charlie's shoulder, Draco wrapped an arm over his torso and pulled him closer.

"What do you think I want from you, Weasley?"

Charlie's hands roamed his body, coming to settle in the small of his back as Charlie rolled to face him. He nudged Draco's head up to capture his lips in a kiss that had him sighing again.

"What I think is that you're too damn horny for someone this far along."

Draco grinned again. Charlie liked to bitch and moan about how often Draco's hormones demanded that they be satisfied, but he had never once said no. And, Draco suspected as he heard Charlie's breath hitch when he tugged on his hair, he wasn't going to start now. He had been the same during the pregnancy with Scorpius as well: whenever Draco had wanted sex, he had complained that he was being worn out, but had made certain that they both were satisfied.

It was quick and dirty. Draco wasn't capable of moving easily at his size, and Charlie was careful of hurting him accidentally. As Draco was coming down, his belly sticky with his release, he watched as Charlie rolled onto his back and grasped his own hard cock. Draco groaned as he watched Charlie bring himself off, his skin shiny with sweat from both the garden work and the heat generated between them. It was a beautiful sight, and Draco immediately dragged Charlie into a rough kiss the second he was able.

"Any other complaints, Weasley?"

"Hmm. Can't wait to feel your hand on me again, rather than mine."

*~*

"They're perfect."

Draco smiled tiredly as he watched Charlie standing beside his bed. He held one of the twins in his arms, the tiny baby dwarfed by his arms. The baby in his own arms – a red-faced boy with bright blue eyes – gurgled and grabbed Draco's attention immediately.

"They really are." He sounded exhausted, he knew. It had been a long and painful birth, but there had not been any complications, thankfully. Reaching into the blanket folded securely around his new son, he gently touched the tip of his finger to his nose. "Just like their dad."

Charlie didn't respond verbally. He did step close and nudge Draco until he glanced up long enough to accept the kiss he placed on his forehead.

"I love you, Draco."

Draco smiled wide enough that it felt as though his cheeks were about to burst. "Love you, too."

Before the mood could turn too sentimental, however, there was a knock at the door. Draco took a deep breath as both sets of grandparents entered the room, their arms held out for a baby. He very reluctantly gave his son up to his mother, who began burbling at him in some kind of gibberish. He couldn't help smiling again as his father shook his head.

"Have you agreed on names yet?"

Draco's gaze turned immediately to Charlie. They had been debating names since Draco's second month.

"We had an agreement after the first pregnancy," Charlie began, causing Draco to groan. "Draco got to name Scorpius, so we agreed that I would be allowed to name the next child we had."

"Child, not children," Draco interrupted.

"And it will be something nice and normal."

The fact that Charlie was still smiling at him with a fondness that warmed Draco through to the core told him that he wasn't really bothered. Raising an eyebrow at him, Draco couldn't help grinning.

"Well then, the next time will even it all out, right?"

Charlie blinked. "Next time?"

"Yes, next time. I got to name Scorpius. We will both name one of the twins, and you can name the fourth child."

The disbelieving look Charlie shot him would have had him laughing properly if he hadn't just given birth. He settled for a quiet chuckle instead as Charlie moved to stand next to his bed.

"Only you would be thinking of the next pregnancy after literally just getting through the last."

"Oh, but Charlie, a large family is such a blessing!"

Draco waved a hand towards where Molly stood nursing their daughter. "See, Charlie? Your mother agrees with me."

The look Charlie shot him stated his thoughts on that point clearly. "You just like being pampered."

"Well, if you're willing…"

Draco settled into the bed with a satisfied smile as both of their mothers began trying to convince Charlie what an excellent idea having another child would be. Not just for them, but for their parents as well. Lucius and Arthur stood off to the side, watching the interaction with looks of combined disbelief and uneasiness. Draco knew that Charlie wouldn't take too much convincing, however. Give it a year or two, and he would be ready to get back into the swing of having another baby. Until then, maybe he could convince him that he deserved to continue to be treated with the same level of care and attention.

Because, whether he wanted to admit it or not, Draco knew that Charlie was at least partially right: he did love being pampered. The thing was, he also loved the sensation of actually being pregnant. No, Charlie wouldn't take much convincing, and it looked as though he would have two very strong-willed women to support him when it came time to ask him.