Drabble for Ruby
Title: The Little Things
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco [HP]
Summary: Hermione finds out something she never thought possible.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
At night, the catacomb-like passages of Hogwarts lay still and silent. On this particular night, not a soul stirred within its cold, drafty chambers, its occupants asleep in their beds. Well, almost all of them, it seemed. Within the heart of the Gryffindor living chambers sat a boy of sixteen, one hand gripping his dark, unruly hair as jade eyes bored holes into the fireplace.
The boy, whom all knew as Harry Potter, "The Boy Who Lived", was sharply brought back to reality as the portrait hole swung open. He heard the scuffling of someone climbing through, sighing with relief when he saw the room's new occupant. Though many would have thought the appearance of Draco Malfoy to be an unusual but not unwelcome sight in the Gryffindor common room as of late, Harry seemed relieved, if not pleased.
Draco slowly crossed to the fire, his eyes lingering on the floor. He didn't know why, but there seemed to be a distance between the two of them that night, though there had never been one before. It didn't take long for that distance to close, however, as Harry quickly crossed the room and pulled Draco into his arms, kissing the blond boy's hair and hugging him close. Draco sighed contently, feeling more at home than ever at the moment.
Unbeknownst to the both of them, a silent figure stood on the stairs leading to the dormitories, keeping a keen eye on them. A soft gasp was issued as soft, pink lips met chapped red ones, tanned fingers met blond hair, and two hearts met and melted as one. It was like Cinderella and her Prince Charming all over again.
One long, thin, tanned finger slid down Draco's arm and over the tattoo that uninvitedly graced Draco's forearm, the snake writhing slightly as it stared at the pair mockingly. Both boys kept their arms averted from the mark, neither wanting to acknowledge its presence. The smaller of the two sighed softly, Harry pressing soothing lips to his forehead and stroking his back lightly.
Neither spoke a word as three sets of eyes followed Harry’s finger as it ghosted its way down Draco’s arm and onto his side. He stopped for a moment to gently rub and massage the area, Draco allowing his head to move forward and rest on Harry’s chest, his eyes falling shut. A small smile crossed Harry’s face as he pulled Draco into a hug once more, rubbing at his shoulders and lower back lightly, Draco purring lightly.
Harry let out a soft laugh and it was Draco’s turn to smile softly. They both let their smiles grow as Harry’s fingers traveled to Draco’s stomach, which was swollen and perfectly round. Light kicks met his touch, the tiny child seemingly telling Harry he knew he was there. To Harry and Draco, the situation had been unplanned and they had wondered if they were ready for it, but it seemed to fit. Everything was seemingly perfect, save for the fact that Voldemort wanted both of them dead and if Draco’s father had known, he would have been on the Dark Lord’s side.
This fact wasn’t enough to worry them more than necessary, however, as they stood locked in a loving embrace before the fire. Draco sighed contently, Harry kissing both the younger teen and his bulging belly before leading him to the couch and pulling him down onto it. He pressed his nose into Draco’s pale blond hair, which had recently been cut short enough to allow it to be spiked. Draco snuggled down into Harry’s chest, nestling his head into the crook of Harry’s neck. The situation was seemingly perfect, all doubts and troubles cast aside. As the clock struck midnight, it seemed the only thing they had in the world was love, each other, and the promises the future held.
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Ok, so Hermione knew that male pregnancy could happen, so that wasn't unexpected. The unexpected part was that Harry was the father. I wasn't sure how to make that come across, so I just left it as is. This one was a bitch to write...
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco [HP]
Summary: Hermione finds out something she never thought possible.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
At night, the catacomb-like passages of Hogwarts lay still and silent. On this particular night, not a soul stirred within its cold, drafty chambers, its occupants asleep in their beds. Well, almost all of them, it seemed. Within the heart of the Gryffindor living chambers sat a boy of sixteen, one hand gripping his dark, unruly hair as jade eyes bored holes into the fireplace.
The boy, whom all knew as Harry Potter, "The Boy Who Lived", was sharply brought back to reality as the portrait hole swung open. He heard the scuffling of someone climbing through, sighing with relief when he saw the room's new occupant. Though many would have thought the appearance of Draco Malfoy to be an unusual but not unwelcome sight in the Gryffindor common room as of late, Harry seemed relieved, if not pleased.
Draco slowly crossed to the fire, his eyes lingering on the floor. He didn't know why, but there seemed to be a distance between the two of them that night, though there had never been one before. It didn't take long for that distance to close, however, as Harry quickly crossed the room and pulled Draco into his arms, kissing the blond boy's hair and hugging him close. Draco sighed contently, feeling more at home than ever at the moment.
Unbeknownst to the both of them, a silent figure stood on the stairs leading to the dormitories, keeping a keen eye on them. A soft gasp was issued as soft, pink lips met chapped red ones, tanned fingers met blond hair, and two hearts met and melted as one. It was like Cinderella and her Prince Charming all over again.
One long, thin, tanned finger slid down Draco's arm and over the tattoo that uninvitedly graced Draco's forearm, the snake writhing slightly as it stared at the pair mockingly. Both boys kept their arms averted from the mark, neither wanting to acknowledge its presence. The smaller of the two sighed softly, Harry pressing soothing lips to his forehead and stroking his back lightly.
Neither spoke a word as three sets of eyes followed Harry’s finger as it ghosted its way down Draco’s arm and onto his side. He stopped for a moment to gently rub and massage the area, Draco allowing his head to move forward and rest on Harry’s chest, his eyes falling shut. A small smile crossed Harry’s face as he pulled Draco into a hug once more, rubbing at his shoulders and lower back lightly, Draco purring lightly.
Harry let out a soft laugh and it was Draco’s turn to smile softly. They both let their smiles grow as Harry’s fingers traveled to Draco’s stomach, which was swollen and perfectly round. Light kicks met his touch, the tiny child seemingly telling Harry he knew he was there. To Harry and Draco, the situation had been unplanned and they had wondered if they were ready for it, but it seemed to fit. Everything was seemingly perfect, save for the fact that Voldemort wanted both of them dead and if Draco’s father had known, he would have been on the Dark Lord’s side.
This fact wasn’t enough to worry them more than necessary, however, as they stood locked in a loving embrace before the fire. Draco sighed contently, Harry kissing both the younger teen and his bulging belly before leading him to the couch and pulling him down onto it. He pressed his nose into Draco’s pale blond hair, which had recently been cut short enough to allow it to be spiked. Draco snuggled down into Harry’s chest, nestling his head into the crook of Harry’s neck. The situation was seemingly perfect, all doubts and troubles cast aside. As the clock struck midnight, it seemed the only thing they had in the world was love, each other, and the promises the future held.
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Ok, so Hermione knew that male pregnancy could happen, so that wasn't unexpected. The unexpected part was that Harry was the father. I wasn't sure how to make that come across, so I just left it as is. This one was a bitch to write...