Disbelief 2
Title: Disbelief 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, mpreg
Word count: 535
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 drarryxlover, using the prompts - home, baby
Follows Disbelief
Summary: Harry confronts Draco with his suspicions.
Draco's brows furrowed in a puzzled frown. "Sorry?"
"I said, why didn't you tell me it's possible for wizards to get pregnant?" Harry gritted.
"I thought you knew!"
"How would I know?!"
"How could you not know?!"
They glared at one another a moment longer before Draco abruptly dropped onto one end of the sofa. "Is this your way of telling me you're going to have a baby?"
Harry tottered over and collapsed at the other end of the sofa. He raked a hand through his hair. "I don't know," he admitted. "Apparently, I have some of the symptoms."
"What manner of symptoms?"
Harry let his head fall back. "I've been sick on and off, and I've developed a sudden craving for lasagna."
"I thought you despised lasagna," said Draco.
"I used to," Harry said. "Now, I can't seem to get enough of it."
"Oh, Salazar," groaned Draco. "We're actually going to have a baby, aren't we?"
"Well, I still don't know for...what are you doing?"
Draco had leaned over to press his cheek to Harry's flat stomach. "Are you in there, baby?" he whispered.
"Draco, why are you acting so queer? I'm the pregnant one."
"I want our baby to get used to the sound of my voice," Draco explained in a very matter-of-fact fashion.
"First of all, we don't know for certain that I'm pregnant-"
"You're craving lasagna, Harry!"
"...and second of all, I'm going home." Harry stood up, only to have Draco grab hold of his hand.
"You can't leave now!" Draco protested.
"I'm tired, Draco," Harry whined. It was true; he was exhausted.
Draco was on his feet and enfolding Harry in his arms in an instant. "Don't you worry, Harry," he soothed. "I'll take care of you." He turned and began steering Harry towards the bedroom.
"I'm too tired to shag," Harry muttered, even as he allowed himself to be herded into his boyfriend's room.
"We're not going to shag," Draco assured him. "It's into bed for you. Pregnant people need lots of sleep."
"M'not pregnant," Harry tried. Perhaps if he said it enough times, it would be true. Harry plopped onto the edge of Draco's large bed and removed his glasses. Draco took them from him and set them on the nightstand.
"Jumper off," Draco said, grabbing the hem of Harry's jumper.
Harry obediently lifted his arms and let Draco strip off his jumper. He fell back with a heavy sigh and allowed his eyes to drift shut. Harry fell asleep while Draco was removing his shoes.
~*~
Harry woke up feeling warm and protected and randy. He turned in Draco's arms and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's neck.
"Want you," Harry mumbled against Draco's skin.
Draco hummed in pleasure and arched closer, pressing his own morning wood into Harry's hip. He sifted his fingers through Harry's tangled hair and stroked his other hand up and down Harry's naked thigh. Draco tensed.
"Wait," he said. "Should we be having sex in your delicate condition?"
Harry tensed. "My delicate condition?" he repeated.
Draco pulled a frown. "I'm fairly certain you're pregnant, Harry."
Harry sat upright and cried, "I thought that was all a bad dream!"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, mpreg
Word count: 535
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 drarryxlover, using the prompts - home, baby
Follows Disbelief
Summary: Harry confronts Draco with his suspicions.
Draco's brows furrowed in a puzzled frown. "Sorry?"
"I said, why didn't you tell me it's possible for wizards to get pregnant?" Harry gritted.
"I thought you knew!"
"How would I know?!"
"How could you not know?!"
They glared at one another a moment longer before Draco abruptly dropped onto one end of the sofa. "Is this your way of telling me you're going to have a baby?"
Harry tottered over and collapsed at the other end of the sofa. He raked a hand through his hair. "I don't know," he admitted. "Apparently, I have some of the symptoms."
"What manner of symptoms?"
Harry let his head fall back. "I've been sick on and off, and I've developed a sudden craving for lasagna."
"I thought you despised lasagna," said Draco.
"I used to," Harry said. "Now, I can't seem to get enough of it."
"Oh, Salazar," groaned Draco. "We're actually going to have a baby, aren't we?"
"Well, I still don't know for...what are you doing?"
Draco had leaned over to press his cheek to Harry's flat stomach. "Are you in there, baby?" he whispered.
"Draco, why are you acting so queer? I'm the pregnant one."
"I want our baby to get used to the sound of my voice," Draco explained in a very matter-of-fact fashion.
"First of all, we don't know for certain that I'm pregnant-"
"You're craving lasagna, Harry!"
"...and second of all, I'm going home." Harry stood up, only to have Draco grab hold of his hand.
"You can't leave now!" Draco protested.
"I'm tired, Draco," Harry whined. It was true; he was exhausted.
Draco was on his feet and enfolding Harry in his arms in an instant. "Don't you worry, Harry," he soothed. "I'll take care of you." He turned and began steering Harry towards the bedroom.
"I'm too tired to shag," Harry muttered, even as he allowed himself to be herded into his boyfriend's room.
"We're not going to shag," Draco assured him. "It's into bed for you. Pregnant people need lots of sleep."
"M'not pregnant," Harry tried. Perhaps if he said it enough times, it would be true. Harry plopped onto the edge of Draco's large bed and removed his glasses. Draco took them from him and set them on the nightstand.
"Jumper off," Draco said, grabbing the hem of Harry's jumper.
Harry obediently lifted his arms and let Draco strip off his jumper. He fell back with a heavy sigh and allowed his eyes to drift shut. Harry fell asleep while Draco was removing his shoes.
~*~
Harry woke up feeling warm and protected and randy. He turned in Draco's arms and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's neck.
"Want you," Harry mumbled against Draco's skin.
Draco hummed in pleasure and arched closer, pressing his own morning wood into Harry's hip. He sifted his fingers through Harry's tangled hair and stroked his other hand up and down Harry's naked thigh. Draco tensed.
"Wait," he said. "Should we be having sex in your delicate condition?"
Harry tensed. "My delicate condition?" he repeated.
Draco pulled a frown. "I'm fairly certain you're pregnant, Harry."
Harry sat upright and cried, "I thought that was all a bad dream!"