The Magic Guild: Afterparty

[gorgonfondness]

There hasn't been a party quite like this at the Magic Guild in recent times. But then, there hasn't been a Guildmaster expecting a child in well over twenty years.

After her performance, which served as the finale, Mia went back to her quarters to change into the lovely outfit (a simple green overdress with a black dress to go underneath) that Draco got for her and went to join the party on her husband's arm. She could still feel the nervous fluttering of her stomach.

She didn't really expect to do much except politely greet some guests and then retreat back to her room. She didn't, however, expect the number of people who wanted to see her or the obvious pile of presents in the corner that were suspiciously shaped like baby furniture. (She actually cried tears of joy at one point, to a chorus of "Awwww...")

Mia promises she'll be back soon, Draco. There are just so many people who want to dance with her after her amazing firedancing display.

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"...Cepheus?" Draco stared at her stomach some more, and gently nudged his hand against it. He jerked his hand back with surprise at the light but distinct tap he felt against the palm of his hand.

"...Merlin's beard!"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia looks worried when he jerks his hand back.

"Are you all right? What happened?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

He gestured to the lower spot on her tummy that he had pressed against.

"Place your hand right there."

[gorgonfondness]

She presses gently but firmly there and waits a moment.

"You could feel him fluttering there?" she asks.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

He nodded, and watched her expectantly.

[gorgonfondness]

She smiles up at him and rubs the spot, happily thoughtful

"Our Cepheus..." she says lovingly. And then, to emphasize his importance, she adds, "Your son."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

He laid his hand over hers before leaning in to kiss her.

"Our son. Love you, Mia."

[gorgonfondness]

"Love you, too, Draco," she murmurs back before kissing him again.

"This might keep us occupied the rest of the night," she comments.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Mmm," He agreed, drawing closer to kiss her some more. He glanced down again.

"Son, we need to teach you some manners befitting a magic user. Just kissing your mum."

He shook his head, "Althena's sake, we're going to be chatting up your stomach for the rest of this, aren't we?"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia giggles.

"He's not causing too much of a ruckus. He mostly just feels fluttery right now. Think of what it will be like when it actually feels like kicking."

She gives him another kiss before pulling away to take off the green top dress, walking to the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

"Would that be a bad thing? Babies are able to hear at some point while in the womb. He'll get to hear my voice all the time, so why shouldn't he hear his Papa?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco started to undress as well, removing his jacket and shirt.

"Well, be rather odd to be close then, won't it? And I suppose he hears us well enough already. Or you saying we should have conversations with him?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Well, you can still hold me like this," she says, tugging him over with her and leaning on him, her back on his chest. "And then, if you want to feel the baby, you can put your hands there."

She guides his hands onto the curve of her belly.

"Do you like that better?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"It's easier yeah." He nuzzled against her neck.

[gorgonfondness]

Mia hums happily, one of her hands going to his hair once again.

"You sure know how to make me feel loved," she murmurs to him.

Her other hand goes to her stomach and she adds, "Both of you."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco whispered in her ear before kissing her neck, "Love you."

[gorgonfondness]

She softly moans before saying, "Love you, too."

And then she halfheartedly pulls away and adds, "And if you keep that up, I won't be able to go brush my teeth. You want your wife to have a clean mouth for you to kiss, don't you?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

He chuckled low against her skin.

"Mmm, all right love." He patted her shoulder.

"Go on then."

[gorgonfondness]

"I promise we won't be far," she says, patting his hand back and heading for the bathroom.

"Can I take one of your shirts for bed?" she calls from there.

She's thinking to leave the bottom of it unbuttoned in case they want to try to feel without any clothes in the way.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Really? Oh go ahead, they've always looked better on you." Draco waved his hand to glance over some notes from the potion store. Another inventory list and he was going to need to order more gillyweed, mandrake root, and other items.

[gorgonfondness]

Mia goes through her nightly routine, pulling on one of Draco's shirts. It doesn't want to button, so she doesn't force it, instead leaving on her slip as a sort of nightgown.

She carefully goes behind Draco, embracing him.

"Come to bed, darling," she coos. "I was wondering if maybe we could have a story."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco set his paperwork down, and drew closer to her on the bed. He turned to embrace her gently.

"A story? And what kind of story would my Mia like?"

[gorgonfondness]

She lays down on the bed, on her left side, and nuzzles against him.

"I'd like to hear a story about you. Some time when you were really happy."

Beat.

"Or a story about gorgons."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"There's not many," Draco admitted.

"I guess one was an early birthday of mine. My father gave me a toy broom, saying how he was looking forward to seeing me fly at Hogwarts someday."

He gave a small laugh, "I must have flew several circuits around the manor that day. Scared some of the peacocks half to death. Was worth it though."

[gorgonfondness]

She giggles.

"Bet you worried your mother sick," she says.

Her hand goes to her stomach.

"Are you going to give Cepheus a broom?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"A little," Draco admitted, "Father reassured her, even after I got a nasty scrape." In Draco terms, this meant a very small scrape that barely broke the skin.

He then nodded, "Of course, when he's a bit older and can stand and walk of course."