Birthday gift; HarryDracoMpreg #9
Title: A Shower of Gifts
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, assorted Weasleys
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mpreg
Word count: 740
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Birthday gift for moon_foot, who asked for something sweet and fluffy
♥ harrydracompreg Prompt #9 - baby shower
Summary: Draco gets dragged to a baby shower at the Burrow, then must be dragged away from it.
"Why is this gathering called a baby shower?" asked Draco. "She hasn't even been born yet, and when she is, she'll be getting baths."
Harry grinned as he helped his pregnant boyfriend up the path toward the Burrow. "It's called a shower, because the guests will shower the baby with gifts," he said.
Draco perked up. "There will be gifts for me?"
"The gifts will be for the baby," Harry corrected him.
"Yes, but she's my baby."
Harry's eyebrows rose above the frames of his glasses. "I believe she's half my baby, too," he said.
Draco nodded in agreement. "Yes, but your half of the ownership doesn't take effect until it's time to change her nappies."
Harry shook his head and knocked on the door. He had driven Draco to the Burrow in his Muggle auto, and he suspected he'd be giving Arthur a ride in the vehicle later.
Molly flung the door open and enfolded Draco in a suffocating hug. "Come in, come in," she said as she stepped back.
Harry opened his arms for a hug of his own, only to be spurned by Molly as she bustled Draco into the house.
Ron walked up and slapped Harry on the back. "Don't look so glum," he said. "Mom forgot all about me when Hermione was pregnant."
Harry smiled at that and followed his friend into the living room. Draco was holding court in the midst of a gaggle of excited women, and he was all but preening at the attention.
Ron dragged Harry straight on through to the kitchen, where Bill and George were drinking butterbeers and sneaking biscuits off a tray. Arthur tromped in through the back door, outfitted in the full uniform of a baseball catcher. He took the helmet off and beamed at Harry. "Ron got me this to wear while battling gnomes," he said. "What do you think of it?"
"It's fantastic," said Harry, helped along by the elbow Ron dug into his side.
"Sit down and have a drink," invited George. "We blokes are going to hide in here until the tea party breaks up."
"Nothing for me, thank you," said Harry. "I drove the auto today."
"Oh, I need to see what's under the bonnet," Arthur exclaimed, dashing past Ron and Harry on his way out the front door.
Harry made to follow, but Draco's voice halted him.
"Harry! Come help me open gifts!"
Harry hesitated, torn between his desire to please his boyfriend and the need to protect his automobile.
"I'll keep an eye on Dad," said Ron. "You go help the wife."
"Thanks, mate," said Harry, brushing past his friend to rejoin Draco in the living room. His boyfriend was surrounded by a mound of presents, and he looked as happy as a dragon wallowing in its treasure. Harry sat down beside Draco and picked up a gift. "Ouch!" he cried as he got his hand slapped.
"I get to open them," said Draco.
"But, you said you wanted me to help!"
"Your job is to hold the gifts up and show them off," Draco told his boyfriend.
Harry sullenly handed the present to Draco and wished he had remained in the kitchen.
~*~
Harry succeeded in cramming the final gift in the boot and slammed it shut. He wiped the sweat from his brow before returning to the Burrow to collect his boyfriend. Some of the guests had already departed, but the ones who remained were still cooing and clucking over Draco. Of course, Draco was soaking it up like the shameless diva he was.
"Come on, princess," said Harry. "It's nap time for you and the baby."
Draco sent him a cross look, but for once the women sided with Harry.
"Oh yes, dear, you need your rest."
"Pregnancy is very tiring."
"Listen to Harry; he knows what's best."
Draco allowed himself to be paraded out of the Burrow, blowing kisses and thanking everyone on the way. Once Harry had seated him in the vehicle, Draco carefully fastened his safety belt over the mound of his stomach and settled back with a happy smile on his face. "Wasn't that delightful?" he exclaimed as soon as Harry took his seat behind the wheel.
"I can't remember when I've had more fun," Harry deadpanned.
"I knew you would agree," said Draco. "That's why I plan to ask Mum to host another baby shower for us."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, assorted Weasleys
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mpreg
Word count: 740
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Birthday gift for moon_foot, who asked for something sweet and fluffy
♥ harrydracompreg Prompt #9 - baby shower
Summary: Draco gets dragged to a baby shower at the Burrow, then must be dragged away from it.
"Why is this gathering called a baby shower?" asked Draco. "She hasn't even been born yet, and when she is, she'll be getting baths."
Harry grinned as he helped his pregnant boyfriend up the path toward the Burrow. "It's called a shower, because the guests will shower the baby with gifts," he said.
Draco perked up. "There will be gifts for me?"
"The gifts will be for the baby," Harry corrected him.
"Yes, but she's my baby."
Harry's eyebrows rose above the frames of his glasses. "I believe she's half my baby, too," he said.
Draco nodded in agreement. "Yes, but your half of the ownership doesn't take effect until it's time to change her nappies."
Harry shook his head and knocked on the door. He had driven Draco to the Burrow in his Muggle auto, and he suspected he'd be giving Arthur a ride in the vehicle later.
Molly flung the door open and enfolded Draco in a suffocating hug. "Come in, come in," she said as she stepped back.
Harry opened his arms for a hug of his own, only to be spurned by Molly as she bustled Draco into the house.
Ron walked up and slapped Harry on the back. "Don't look so glum," he said. "Mom forgot all about me when Hermione was pregnant."
Harry smiled at that and followed his friend into the living room. Draco was holding court in the midst of a gaggle of excited women, and he was all but preening at the attention.
Ron dragged Harry straight on through to the kitchen, where Bill and George were drinking butterbeers and sneaking biscuits off a tray. Arthur tromped in through the back door, outfitted in the full uniform of a baseball catcher. He took the helmet off and beamed at Harry. "Ron got me this to wear while battling gnomes," he said. "What do you think of it?"
"It's fantastic," said Harry, helped along by the elbow Ron dug into his side.
"Sit down and have a drink," invited George. "We blokes are going to hide in here until the tea party breaks up."
"Nothing for me, thank you," said Harry. "I drove the auto today."
"Oh, I need to see what's under the bonnet," Arthur exclaimed, dashing past Ron and Harry on his way out the front door.
Harry made to follow, but Draco's voice halted him.
"Harry! Come help me open gifts!"
Harry hesitated, torn between his desire to please his boyfriend and the need to protect his automobile.
"I'll keep an eye on Dad," said Ron. "You go help the wife."
"Thanks, mate," said Harry, brushing past his friend to rejoin Draco in the living room. His boyfriend was surrounded by a mound of presents, and he looked as happy as a dragon wallowing in its treasure. Harry sat down beside Draco and picked up a gift. "Ouch!" he cried as he got his hand slapped.
"I get to open them," said Draco.
"But, you said you wanted me to help!"
"Your job is to hold the gifts up and show them off," Draco told his boyfriend.
Harry sullenly handed the present to Draco and wished he had remained in the kitchen.
~*~
Harry succeeded in cramming the final gift in the boot and slammed it shut. He wiped the sweat from his brow before returning to the Burrow to collect his boyfriend. Some of the guests had already departed, but the ones who remained were still cooing and clucking over Draco. Of course, Draco was soaking it up like the shameless diva he was.
"Come on, princess," said Harry. "It's nap time for you and the baby."
Draco sent him a cross look, but for once the women sided with Harry.
"Oh yes, dear, you need your rest."
"Pregnancy is very tiring."
"Listen to Harry; he knows what's best."
Draco allowed himself to be paraded out of the Burrow, blowing kisses and thanking everyone on the way. Once Harry had seated him in the vehicle, Draco carefully fastened his safety belt over the mound of his stomach and settled back with a happy smile on his face. "Wasn't that delightful?" he exclaimed as soon as Harry took his seat behind the wheel.
"I can't remember when I've had more fun," Harry deadpanned.
"I knew you would agree," said Draco. "That's why I plan to ask Mum to host another baby shower for us."