Fic ... Maybe Baby - Part Seven (H/D, mpreg)
So, a little bit more. It seems to get more and more fluffier with each installment. I will have to see what I can do to change that *evil Slytherin-like grin*
Please remember that this is a mpreg story.
Part one ... Part two ... Part three ... Part four ... Part five ... Part six
Maybe Baby ... part 7
“I don’t want to go, Draco.”
“It’s a Halloween Ball, Harry. All your friends will be there.”
“I’m not that fond of Halloween.”
“I Know it’s got some bad memories, but there are some good ones as well.
“Such as?”
“Well, you saved me from Voldemort at Halloween.”
“True.”
“And you got rid of him at Halloween as well.”
“I know.”
“So what’s the real reason for not wanting to go?”
“I just feel so ... fat.”
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“I can’t believe he’s come here like that. It’s one thing being pregnant but another flaunting it in front of everyone.”
“Still pissed he won’t give you an interview?” Seamus punched the other man playfully on the arm.
McLaggen glared as his eyes followed Harry around the room. Harry was dressed in elegant dark green robes that didn’t exactly hide the fact he was about seven months pregnant.
“I’m going to catch him later ... somewhere without Malfoy tagging along after him.”
Ron’s gaze followed the other man’s to where Draco was watching Harry, hawkeyed. “You know, I don’t mind the fact that Harry’s, well, having a baby. It’s who he’s having it with that bothers me.”
“With Malfoy?” McLaggen raised an eyebrow.
“Right. I mean, we still don’t know whether he was a Death Eater or not. And we don’t know what he got up to in the year he was missing after Professor Dumbledore was killed.”
“I just think it’s weird.” Seamus leaned in closer. “The whole boy getting pregnant thing.”
“Harry isn’t the first,” Ron shrugged.
“But he’s not even a pure-blood. You’d think that if one of them were going to get pregnant, it would be Malfoy.”
“Maybe Malfoy’s used Dark Magic on him,” Ron glared. “I wouldn’t put it past that git to try something like that. He’s probably been using Imperio on Harry all along and....” He looked up as he suddenly realised Pansy Parkinson was watching him, her expression one of decidedly stormy annoyance. “What do you want?”
“You know something, Weasley, I could understand your snide comments if it was Draco who was pregnant. After all, you hate his guts and only put up with him because of who he’s with. But this is Potter ... supposedly your best friend. You should be protecting him, not slagging him off.”
Ron scowled at Pansy, his expression full of venom. “What’s it got to do with you, Parkinson? I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”
“But you’re going to get it anyway. Draco is my friend and that means Potter gets to be my friend by default and I will protect him. It’s a Slytherin thing don’t you know.” She smirked. “So you may not like the fact your best friend is with someone you hate, but what I can’t work out is what you have against the baby.” Her expression suddenly changed to a parody of realisation. “Oh, I get it ... you’re jealous. But are you jealous because Draco is the father or because you aren’t?” Ron’s jaw dropped and Pansy’s smirk grew. “Or is it because they’re having a baby and you seem to be the only Weasley incapable of procreation.”
“You stuck up bitch!” Ron snarled. “Harry deserves much better than that Death Eater scum. He should be with my sister not breeding more Malfoys!” His hand closed around his wand, but he didn’t get the chance to draw it. Instead his face paled as he suddenly realised Harry was standing within earshot.
The two friends stared at each other for a very long time and just as Ron was about to speak Harry turned on his heel and strode from the room.
“Harry!” Ron stepped after him but was pulled up sharp by a hand gripping his elbow. He looked back over his shoulder and was met by blazing grey eyes.
Draco stared angrily at him for a moment and then turned his attention to the woman who had come rushing over. “Hermione, I suggest you either teach your husband manners or you keep him away from polite society. And that goes for you, Finnigan and especially for you, McLaggen. You’ll be lucky if you’re still making tea at the Prophet in the morning.” Then he leaned in close to Ron and whispered. “As for you, Weasel, I suggest you watch your back.”
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The house was in darkness when Draco Apparated in and for a moment he was worried his assumptions had been incorrect and Harry had disappeared somewhere else rather than returning home.
Wand out, he lit lamps as he walked through the rooms, avoiding the packing crates still waiting to be emptied since the move. He eventually found Harry sitting on the floor in the corner of the bedroom. As he started towards the figure, he pointed his wand at a lamp but before he could whisper the spell a voice sounded in the darkness.
“No, don’t. I don’t want the lights on.”
For a moment he looked down at his husband, debating whether to light it anyway, but instead he dropped down to sit beside Harry. He could just make out the other man’s face in the moonlight spilling into the room.
They sat in silence for several minutes, and when, at last, Draco slid his arm around Harry’s shoulders, Harry pulled away briefly, but with a sigh of resignation, he leaned back into the embrace. Then with a quiet, sad voice, he broke the silence.
“Uncle Vernon was right. I am a freak.”
“What?” Draco’s hand tightened, clutching at Harry’s arm.
“I’m a freak ... even my best friend thinks I’m a freak.” His hands suddenly moved down to clutch at his swollen belly through the fabric of his dress robes. The bump was obvious against his otherwise slim frame. “I’m having a baby for god’s sake, and everyone who sees me looks at me and stares and thinks I must be a freak because boys don’t have babies.” He looked up at Draco and there was something in those green eyes that might have been disappointment. “Even you think I’m a freak.”
The words were so unexpected that it took a moment for them to sink in. When they did, his jaw dropped. “What? Harry, no I don’t!” He moved quickly to take the other man protectively into his arms, but Harry pulled away.
“Yes you do.” Harry started to scramble away, struggling a little as Draco pulled him back onto his lap.
“Harry, listen to me.” Draco enfolded Harry in his arms and buried his face in Harry’s thick black hair. “I love you so much. I always have. Weasley is an idiot ... a jealous idiot who I am going to hex into next week when I get the chance.”
Arms snaked around him and he thought he heard Harry give a little sob. “When Ron said....” Harry buried his face against Draco’s shoulder as he started to cry.
For a moment, Draco just held Harry, petting and stroking as he waited for the sobs to subside. When they finally did, he pushed Harry away from him and quickly got to his feet. “Come here, I want to show you something.” He held out his hands and pulled Harry to his feet. With that, he pulled out his wand, lit the lamps and took Harry to stand in front of the full-length mirror. Then standing behind his husband, he rested his hands on Harry’s shoulders.
“Here, look. This is the man I want. From your ridiculously messy hair to your wonderful toes.” Reaching round, Draco began to undo the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons fastening the front of Harry’s robes. “It’s taken me a while, but I know every inch of your skin. Every scar. Every blemish.”
He pulled the robes from Harry’s shoulders, letting them pool on the floor. Then with the same determination, he set about removing the fine linen undershirt until Harry stood bare-chested before the mirror.
Still behind Harry, Draco’s eyes locked on the image in the mirror. “You aren’t a freak, love. You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful person alive.” His hands roamed over the body in front of him. With light feather-like touches, his fingertip brushed over Harry’s skin. He traced the lines of both collarbones, dipping along Harry’s breastbone before spreading out to pluck momentarily at the dark nipples. They seemed bigger now, darker, and he longed to turn Harry around so he could suck and tease them to hardness.
Harry groaned as Draco rubbed a freshly licked finger around his nipple. “Oh, Draco.” His head dropped back against Draco’s shoulder, eyelids fluttering closed.
“No, open your eyes. I want you to look.”
When Harry opened his eyes, Draco’s hands were resting against his swollen belly. “In here is our baby and you can feel him. Some people might think you’re a freak, but I think you’re a miracle. And our baby is going to be the most beautiful child ever.” Draco nuzzled Harry’s neck briefly. “Of course, that’s assuming Snitch takes after me. If he looks like you then, well,” he shrugged melodramatically, “then we’ll just have to work on that.”
Harry smiled as they stared at their reflection, Harry’s hands resting on top of Draco’s as he petted and stroked. “Do you think he might have Potter hair?”
Draco eyebrows rose in mock distain. “I hope not.”
“Have you ever heard of the Mirror of Erised?”
“Mmmm. It’s supposed to show the future or something.”
“No,” Harry shook his head. “Carved around the edge it says ‘I show not your face but your heart’s desire’.” Harry’s hand traced the words in the air.
“You talk like you’ve seen it.”
“I did, back in my first year. I looked into it and saw my family ... my mum and dad and lots of other people. My family ... my heart’s desire.” He reached for Draco’s left hand and bringing it to his mouth he kissed the platinum band on Draco’s ring finger.
Draco’s breath hitched a little. “And ... what would you see if you looked in it today?”
“Exactly what I’m looking at right now.”
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Part Eight
Please remember that this is a mpreg story.
Part one ... Part two ... Part three ... Part four ... Part five ... Part six
Maybe Baby ... part 7
“I don’t want to go, Draco.”
“It’s a Halloween Ball, Harry. All your friends will be there.”
“I’m not that fond of Halloween.”
“I Know it’s got some bad memories, but there are some good ones as well.
“Such as?”
“Well, you saved me from Voldemort at Halloween.”
“True.”
“And you got rid of him at Halloween as well.”
“I know.”
“So what’s the real reason for not wanting to go?”
“I just feel so ... fat.”
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“I can’t believe he’s come here like that. It’s one thing being pregnant but another flaunting it in front of everyone.”
“Still pissed he won’t give you an interview?” Seamus punched the other man playfully on the arm.
McLaggen glared as his eyes followed Harry around the room. Harry was dressed in elegant dark green robes that didn’t exactly hide the fact he was about seven months pregnant.
“I’m going to catch him later ... somewhere without Malfoy tagging along after him.”
Ron’s gaze followed the other man’s to where Draco was watching Harry, hawkeyed. “You know, I don’t mind the fact that Harry’s, well, having a baby. It’s who he’s having it with that bothers me.”
“With Malfoy?” McLaggen raised an eyebrow.
“Right. I mean, we still don’t know whether he was a Death Eater or not. And we don’t know what he got up to in the year he was missing after Professor Dumbledore was killed.”
“I just think it’s weird.” Seamus leaned in closer. “The whole boy getting pregnant thing.”
“Harry isn’t the first,” Ron shrugged.
“But he’s not even a pure-blood. You’d think that if one of them were going to get pregnant, it would be Malfoy.”
“Maybe Malfoy’s used Dark Magic on him,” Ron glared. “I wouldn’t put it past that git to try something like that. He’s probably been using Imperio on Harry all along and....” He looked up as he suddenly realised Pansy Parkinson was watching him, her expression one of decidedly stormy annoyance. “What do you want?”
“You know something, Weasley, I could understand your snide comments if it was Draco who was pregnant. After all, you hate his guts and only put up with him because of who he’s with. But this is Potter ... supposedly your best friend. You should be protecting him, not slagging him off.”
Ron scowled at Pansy, his expression full of venom. “What’s it got to do with you, Parkinson? I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”
“But you’re going to get it anyway. Draco is my friend and that means Potter gets to be my friend by default and I will protect him. It’s a Slytherin thing don’t you know.” She smirked. “So you may not like the fact your best friend is with someone you hate, but what I can’t work out is what you have against the baby.” Her expression suddenly changed to a parody of realisation. “Oh, I get it ... you’re jealous. But are you jealous because Draco is the father or because you aren’t?” Ron’s jaw dropped and Pansy’s smirk grew. “Or is it because they’re having a baby and you seem to be the only Weasley incapable of procreation.”
“You stuck up bitch!” Ron snarled. “Harry deserves much better than that Death Eater scum. He should be with my sister not breeding more Malfoys!” His hand closed around his wand, but he didn’t get the chance to draw it. Instead his face paled as he suddenly realised Harry was standing within earshot.
The two friends stared at each other for a very long time and just as Ron was about to speak Harry turned on his heel and strode from the room.
“Harry!” Ron stepped after him but was pulled up sharp by a hand gripping his elbow. He looked back over his shoulder and was met by blazing grey eyes.
Draco stared angrily at him for a moment and then turned his attention to the woman who had come rushing over. “Hermione, I suggest you either teach your husband manners or you keep him away from polite society. And that goes for you, Finnigan and especially for you, McLaggen. You’ll be lucky if you’re still making tea at the Prophet in the morning.” Then he leaned in close to Ron and whispered. “As for you, Weasel, I suggest you watch your back.”
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The house was in darkness when Draco Apparated in and for a moment he was worried his assumptions had been incorrect and Harry had disappeared somewhere else rather than returning home.
Wand out, he lit lamps as he walked through the rooms, avoiding the packing crates still waiting to be emptied since the move. He eventually found Harry sitting on the floor in the corner of the bedroom. As he started towards the figure, he pointed his wand at a lamp but before he could whisper the spell a voice sounded in the darkness.
“No, don’t. I don’t want the lights on.”
For a moment he looked down at his husband, debating whether to light it anyway, but instead he dropped down to sit beside Harry. He could just make out the other man’s face in the moonlight spilling into the room.
They sat in silence for several minutes, and when, at last, Draco slid his arm around Harry’s shoulders, Harry pulled away briefly, but with a sigh of resignation, he leaned back into the embrace. Then with a quiet, sad voice, he broke the silence.
“Uncle Vernon was right. I am a freak.”
“What?” Draco’s hand tightened, clutching at Harry’s arm.
“I’m a freak ... even my best friend thinks I’m a freak.” His hands suddenly moved down to clutch at his swollen belly through the fabric of his dress robes. The bump was obvious against his otherwise slim frame. “I’m having a baby for god’s sake, and everyone who sees me looks at me and stares and thinks I must be a freak because boys don’t have babies.” He looked up at Draco and there was something in those green eyes that might have been disappointment. “Even you think I’m a freak.”
The words were so unexpected that it took a moment for them to sink in. When they did, his jaw dropped. “What? Harry, no I don’t!” He moved quickly to take the other man protectively into his arms, but Harry pulled away.
“Yes you do.” Harry started to scramble away, struggling a little as Draco pulled him back onto his lap.
“Harry, listen to me.” Draco enfolded Harry in his arms and buried his face in Harry’s thick black hair. “I love you so much. I always have. Weasley is an idiot ... a jealous idiot who I am going to hex into next week when I get the chance.”
Arms snaked around him and he thought he heard Harry give a little sob. “When Ron said....” Harry buried his face against Draco’s shoulder as he started to cry.
For a moment, Draco just held Harry, petting and stroking as he waited for the sobs to subside. When they finally did, he pushed Harry away from him and quickly got to his feet. “Come here, I want to show you something.” He held out his hands and pulled Harry to his feet. With that, he pulled out his wand, lit the lamps and took Harry to stand in front of the full-length mirror. Then standing behind his husband, he rested his hands on Harry’s shoulders.
“Here, look. This is the man I want. From your ridiculously messy hair to your wonderful toes.” Reaching round, Draco began to undo the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons fastening the front of Harry’s robes. “It’s taken me a while, but I know every inch of your skin. Every scar. Every blemish.”
He pulled the robes from Harry’s shoulders, letting them pool on the floor. Then with the same determination, he set about removing the fine linen undershirt until Harry stood bare-chested before the mirror.
Still behind Harry, Draco’s eyes locked on the image in the mirror. “You aren’t a freak, love. You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful person alive.” His hands roamed over the body in front of him. With light feather-like touches, his fingertip brushed over Harry’s skin. He traced the lines of both collarbones, dipping along Harry’s breastbone before spreading out to pluck momentarily at the dark nipples. They seemed bigger now, darker, and he longed to turn Harry around so he could suck and tease them to hardness.
Harry groaned as Draco rubbed a freshly licked finger around his nipple. “Oh, Draco.” His head dropped back against Draco’s shoulder, eyelids fluttering closed.
“No, open your eyes. I want you to look.”
When Harry opened his eyes, Draco’s hands were resting against his swollen belly. “In here is our baby and you can feel him. Some people might think you’re a freak, but I think you’re a miracle. And our baby is going to be the most beautiful child ever.” Draco nuzzled Harry’s neck briefly. “Of course, that’s assuming Snitch takes after me. If he looks like you then, well,” he shrugged melodramatically, “then we’ll just have to work on that.”
Harry smiled as they stared at their reflection, Harry’s hands resting on top of Draco’s as he petted and stroked. “Do you think he might have Potter hair?”
Draco eyebrows rose in mock distain. “I hope not.”
“Have you ever heard of the Mirror of Erised?”
“Mmmm. It’s supposed to show the future or something.”
“No,” Harry shook his head. “Carved around the edge it says ‘I show not your face but your heart’s desire’.” Harry’s hand traced the words in the air.
“You talk like you’ve seen it.”
“I did, back in my first year. I looked into it and saw my family ... my mum and dad and lots of other people. My family ... my heart’s desire.” He reached for Draco’s left hand and bringing it to his mouth he kissed the platinum band on Draco’s ring finger.
Draco’s breath hitched a little. “And ... what would you see if you looked in it today?”
“Exactly what I’m looking at right now.”
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Part Eight