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Draco wandered the streets of Muggle London, looking at everything in a daze. He had just come from an appointment with his Healer, and was still in a state of shock. He wasn't sure how to break the news to Harry.
He was so busy thinking, he accidentally bumped into a woman walking out of a store.
"Sorry," they both said at once and Draco happened to look up to see where he was.
He was standing in front of a lingerie store. A select few pieces were displayed on the mannequins, and everything was made of lace. Draco could tell it was of a very high quality. It all looked so intricate and he was so immersed in their beauty until a store assistant, who was arranging some lingerie near the entrance, greeted him.
"May I help you, sir?" she asked. Draco blushed.
"I'll... just take a look," he replied, and she led him in.
"All our pieces here are handmade and most are one-of-a-kind. We specialise in lingerie made of the finest Chantilly lace," she explained. "You can have a look around and let me know if you need any help."
That said, she - thankfully - retreated to a corner of the store and left Draco to his own devices.
Draco felt like he was in heaven. Being a Malfoy, he did enjoy the finer things in life and was surprised to find the lace soft and light, instead of rough and scratchy like the lace tablecloth back at the Manor's tea room.
He drifted among the white lingerie, the pinks, the beiges, the darker colours (and he was sorely tempted by an emerald green thong), until he came to the section filled with black lingerie. There, up on a mannequin, was the most beautiful lace gown he had ever seen. Held by a silk sash, there was delicate scalloped lace down the front and sleeves, dropping to a slight train at the back. This was exactly what he was looking for.
Draco called the store assistant over, and she complimented him on his choice. "This is the only piece we have, if you don't mind?" Draco shook his head, still in a daze, and she retrieved the gown for him. "You'll make your wife very happy," she chirped, glancing at his wedding ring. "Would you like anything else?"
Blushing, Draco told her to pack the emerald green thong for him as well. And to please gift wrap his order.
*
Back at home, Draco removed his clothes hastily, before looking pointedly at his stomach. It had a little bulge which he thought was due to water retention. Needless to say, his Healer had addressed all his concerns and more, especially the persistent nausea he felt sporadically throughout the day.
Draco knew the next few months of morning sickness, mood swings and swollen ankles was going to be tough. But he had a life growing inside of him, and he knew he would do anything for his child. For their child.
Draco unwrapped his purchases carefully before slipping into the emerald green thong and dressing gown. He was afraid he'd look ridiculous in something so feminine, but those thoughts vanished when his mirror wolf whistled at him.
"What was that all about?" Draco frowned at the mirror, and instantly did a double take as his eyes landed on his reflection.
"Draco darling, you look lovely!" his mirror exclaimed.
Staring back at him was a pale blond figure, slim except for the slight bump in his middle. His body was accentuated perfectly by the black dressing gown trailing down his sides, encasing his tiny bump in a layer of lacy protection. The lace softened all his sharp angles and brought out his colouring nicely. Draco's eyes widened and he stepped closer to the mirror for a better look.
*
"Draco, I -"
Draco was so busy admiring his reflection, he didn't notice Harry stepping into the room. He whirled around, cheeks flushed red at being caught in lacy underthings.
"Harry!" the blond exclaimed, tugging the gown around himself tightly as if trying to cover his body. He was hoping to surprise Harry by draping himself seductively on the bed, or leaning artfully against the doorway when he heard the Floo announcing Harry's arrival. He didn't expect Harry to catch him off guard like this. "You're back early-"
Harry moved so fast, he crowded Draco against the mirror. Draco gasped at the sudden contact and looked up at him. There was something wild in Harry's eyes and they were more black than green.
"Draco. You'd better have a good explanation as to why you're dressed like this," Harry's voice growled low and deep.
Draco swallowed, and watched Harry's eyes follow the movement of his throat.
"I... I just wanted to surprise you," he said lamely. His heart was beating fast at his husband's unexpected reaction.
As quick as lightning, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and Apparated them.
"Potter, you bloody show off, is there a need to Apparate? The bed's just a few steps away," Draco rolled his eyes dramatically as he landed in the middle of the bed, Harry on top of him.
"You look so hot, there's no way I can resist you," Harry licked the shell of his ear and blew over the wet trail. "Now that I've seen you in lingerie, I don't think I want to see you in anything else..."
Draco smirked and flipped them over, placing kisses on Harry's lips, his cheeks, his neck, anywhere he could reach. He made an impatient noise when he tried to unfasten Harry's robes. "Too many clothes," he complained.
With a wave of his hand, Harry removed every trace of his own clothing, leaving Draco still dressed, the gown spread out on the bed around him.
"You really like me like this?" Draco asked Harry shyly, ducking his head and lavishing kisses on Harry's collarbone.
"Damn right I do," Harry replied, stroking through black lace and feeling Draco's warm skin through the soft material. "You're so beautiful, love," he moved the gown aside, his finger finding the strip of material covering Draco's hole. Harry pressed lightly against the area and watched Draco moan. "So pretty in lace."
"I've got something to tell you," Draco said breathlessly just as Harry's lubed finger moved the thong aside and breached his hole.
"Later, gonna fuck you first," Harry tugged gently at soft blond hair and began to kiss Draco in earnest. Draco supposed his good news would have to wait until later, and he moaned as Harry inserted another finger into his arse.
Soon enough, Harry had vanished his thong entirely and was fucking Draco with three fingers. Draco splayed his hands on Harry's chest, bouncing up and down on his fingers.
"More.. need you now..." he moaned. With another wandless spell, Harry lubed up Draco's fingers and the blond began to stroke Harry's erection, rubbing his fingers along the slit, feeling the glans pulse in his hand.
"Anytime you're ready, love," Harry panted, and looked at Draco with eyes full of love. Draco leaned down to kiss Harry again. At that moment, he was so thankful for life's little pleasures, namely giving him a wonderful husband who accepted him for who he was and a child they created together. Draco made to remove the dressing gown as it was getting in the way, but Harry stopped him.
"Leave it," he commanded, emerald eyes smouldering with lust as his erection gave a jerk in Draco's direction. Draco couldn't help smirking as he positioned himself above Harry and sank down onto the man's impressive cock.
*
Harry looked up at Draco riding him in earnest, damp blond strands sticking to his forehead. The lace gown had all but slipped off one pale shoulder, and Draco was moaning loudly. There was something so erotic about his husband dressed like this. He didn't know he had such a fetish for lingerie, as Ginny had preferred simple, utilitarian pieces. But of course, Harry didn't want to think of his ex any longer, he only had eyes for his beautiful, lace-clad husband.
Draco leaned down, rubbing Harry's nipples through the lace sleeves, and Harry gave an answering moan as he stroked up and down Draco's sides. In response, the blond reached up and pulled on Harry's messy black hair, massaging his scalp and kissing him fiercely, their tongues battling with one another.
With a fresh burst of energy, Harry gripped Draco's hips tightly and pounded harder into him. He seemed to be hitting the right spot, when Draco shouted "Right there, yes, oh Harry!"
With Draco's hand flying over his cock, it wasn't long before he came with a scream, come landing onto Harry's chest and dotting the black lace with streaks of white. Seeing Draco come undone like that, Harry growled and released his seed deep inside Draco's arse.
*
"Harry?" Draco's voice called out to him. Harry groaned and shifted around in bed, splaying an arm and leg around the blond. Draco made a disgusted face and shot a Cleaning charm at them both.
"Yes love?" Harry mumbled, feeling sated.
"I said I wanted to tell you something," Draco said snottily and sat up in bed, dislodging Harry's limbs. Harry blinked his eyes open and Draco handed him his glasses.
"Let me show you," Draco continued, standing and pulling up the gown where it had fallen off his shoulders. Harry sat up and smiled.
"I believe you've already shown me your new outfit," he said, looking Draco up and down appreciatively.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Potter," Draco smirked, smoothing the gown over his body and resting one hand on his stomach. "Do I look different to you?"
Harry looked and looked, but he couldn't see anything different in the pale man standing before him, other than the slight bulge in his stomach. Draco had been complaining about feeling bloated lately. Finally, he shook his head.
"I went to see Healer Goldstein today," Draco began softly. "For the bloating and nausea, as you know. And he told me..."
Harry's eyes widened in realisation, and his gaze was riveted to Draco's hand on his stomach.
"Do you mean to tell me, that you're... You're...."
"Pregnant." Draco smiled, and his eyes glinted with unshed tears. "Yes, Harry, I'm eight weeks pregnant."
Within moments, Harry was out of the bed and gathering Draco in his arms, a hand resting protectively over Draco's.
"You're pregnant," Harry's glasses was fogging up over his tears, and his voice sounded choked. "We're having a baby.... A child of our own..."
Draco cupped Harry's cheeks in his hands and gave him a long, slow kiss.
"Yes love, we're having a baby. Our little miracle."