HDMpreg Fest Fic: Delicate Conditions
Title: Delicate Conditions
Author: enchanted_jae
Prompt: Harry and Draco have a drunken one night stand, followed by some more fun the morning-after (switching top and bottom) After that they avoided one another, but now they're both pregnant.
Word Count: 9105
Rating: R
Contains (Highlight to view): * Language*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Epilogue compliant?: Not at all!
Who is pregnant?: * Harry and Draco are both pregnant, per the prompt *
Notes: Many thanks to robinellen for the beta, and to the mods for their patience.
Summary: Following a one-off, Harry and Draco are both pregnant. Draco is ecstatic, but Harry is Not Amused.
"Third time's a charm," Harry muttered to himself. He waited the requisite number of minutes before checking the results of his third Muggle pregnancy test.
"Bloody fucking hell!" cried Harry. The result was positive...again. So much for taking a year off after leaving Hogwarts to decide if he wanted to join the Aurors or try out for a professional Quidditch team. Now both options were out, and it was all Draco Malfoy's fault.
Harry was going to wring his neck.
-
Draco added three drops of his urine to the potion and stirred it slowly. It turned a pale shade of green, and Draco gulped. "I'm pregnant," he whispered. "That's...amazing."
After suffering his father's wrath when he came out, because it was his duty to marry and produce an heir, Draco now had the means to produce an heir all on his own. And to think he owed it all to Harry Potter.
Draco couldn't wait to thank him in person.
-
We need to talk
Harry attached the message to a borrowed owl and sent it winging on its way to Draco. As he turned away from the window, he heard frantic pecking at the glass. Harry turned around with a scowl on his face. Couldn't that bloody owl--
Wait, this was a different owl. Harry sighed and opened the window, allowing the bird to enter and deliver its message. He retrieved the scroll tied around its claw and unrolled it.
We need to talk
The message was from Draco. He couldn't possibly have learned of Harry's condition so soon after Harry himself had learned it. Harry hadn't even told anyone. Whatever the reason, he needed to see Draco. It was just as well that Draco wouldn't need to be coerced into it.
-
They agreed to meet at the Three Broomsticks. Draco ordered tea, and Harry followed suit.
"You mentioned there was something we need to discuss?" Draco prompted. He forced himself not to fidget with his tea cup. Harry frowned and drew his wand, casting a privacy charm around them. Draco was left to wonder what could possibly be weighing on Harry's mind.
Harry leaned close and lowered his voice, in spite of the privacy charm. "We're going to be parents," he whispered.
Draco was astonished. "How did you know?!" he blurted. Draco hadn't told anyone, not even his parents.
Harry sat back, his expression confused. "I tested myself," he said. "That's how I know. How did you know?"
"I...I tested myself," Draco replied, "but I wanted you to be the first to know."
Harry removed his specs, wiped one lens with the tail of his shirt, then settled the glasses on his nose once more. He started to say something, paused, shook his head, then managed to croak, "Do you mean to tell me you're pregnant, too?"
"Too?!" cried Draco. "Are you...?" He couldn't even finish the thought; it was too exciting to utter aloud.
Harry nodded slowly. "I'm pregnant, Malfoy," he said. "I take it you are, as well?"
Draco beamed at him, leaving Harry wondering about his sanity. "Yes, I'm pregnant," Draco gushed. "This is brilliant!"
"This isn't brilliant!" spat Harry. "It's a bloody fucking disaster!"
Draco seemed to deflate. "You aren't happy about it?"
"No, I'm not happy," Harry said in a harsh whisper. "My life is ruined now."
"But--"
"How can I train to be an Auror or try out for a professional Quidditch team?" Harry grumbled. Draco had the nerve to look hurt at the outburst, leaving Harry feeling like a complete arse. He stirred his tea as an excuse to drop his eyes. "Why are you so happy about the situation?" Harry asked.
Draco was taken aback at Harry's vehemence regarding their pregnancies. He was forced to admit that he hadn't considered how Harry's life might be negatively affected by the circumstances.
"My father has been pressuring me to get married," Draco said by way of reply to Harry's question. "My sole duty in life is to produce an heir to carry on the family name. That was bound to be difficult, considering I'm bent."
"And now you have two heirs on the way," muttered Harry. He looked up from stirring his tea, and his green eyes narrowed. "Are you certain that's my child you're carrying?"
"Of course, I'm certain," Draco hissed. "I told you that night that I was in the midst of a dry spell, and I haven't pulled anyone else since. What about you, Potter? Is your baby really mine, or have you been bed-hopping?"
"For your information, Malfoy, my sex life isn't as exciting and glamorous as you imagine it to be. Most blokes just want to sleep with me so they can brag that they had sex with Harry Potter."
Draco refrained from simpering poor, ickle Potter, but only because he was delighted that Harry's child was definitely his. Draco took a sip of tea to compose himself. He set his cup down and asked, "What will we do now?"
Harry frowned. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to Hogwarts to fling myself off of the Astronomy Tower."
"Potter!"
-
After assuring himself that Harry wasn't serious about self-destructing, Draco returned home. Harry had made him swear not to tell anyone else about their delicate conditions until they'd had a chance to get together and plan their strategy. Draco couldn't wait to share the happy news with his parents, but he had reluctantly agreed to Harry's stipulations.
When he joined his parents for dinner that evening, Draco was hoping neither of them would notice he didn't touch his wine. He should have known better.
"Is something wrong with your wine, Draco?" asked his father.
Draco hadn't been Sorted into Slytherin for nothing; he had a ready answer. "I'm afraid I overindulged last night," he replied. "The thought of drinking any alcohol makes me queasy."
"You didn't go out last night," his mother pointed out.
Damn it!
"I took a bottle up to my suite," Draco lied smoothly.
His mother was immediately concerned. "Is something troubling you, darling?"
Draco scrambled to come up with a plausible answer. "I was simply feeling maudlin at my lack of--" He cut his eyes to his father and improvised mid-sentence. "My lack of a romantic partner."
Lucius' eyes brightened with glee. "If that is what's troubling you, I believe the Greengrasses have at least three eligible daughters, although the youngest is still attending Hogwarts."
Draco smiled and nodded at his father. He was tempted to take a bottle of wine to his rooms tonight and get completely pissed.
-
Harry was wearing out the carpeting in his flat with his pacing. He was still trying to come to grips with the fact that he was going to have not one but two babies. Harry had always longed for a big family, but he wanted to have some fun first. Harry shook his head ruefully. Sex with Draco had been fun, but now he was left to deal with the results.
Harry had wanted to spend a year being young and foolish, reckless and irresponsible. Now, a new responsibility had been thrust upon him. Harry was frightened. He didn't know the first thing about being a parent, and he had to co-parent with none other than Draco bloody Malfoy.
Harry dropped onto the sofa and groaned. He'd never been one to shirk responsibility, and he wasn't about to start now. He would simply have to stiffen his upper lip and accept his newest responsibility. He owed it to his children.
-
"I hope you don't mind spaghetti," said Harry.
"It sounds wonderful," Draco responded politely. "May I help with anything?"
"No, thanks," Harry replied. He'd invited Draco to dinner at his flat, as it was probably the only place where they could discuss their situation in privacy. Conversation was limited to small talk as they ate, but once the dishes were cleared, Harry invited Draco to join him in the living room.
They settled at opposite ends of the sofa with glasses of sparkling grape juice.
"How are you feeling?" Draco asked.
"Bloody awful," Harry said with a grimace. "I sick up each morning. It's like waking up hung over every day."
"Er, sorry to hear that," said Draco.
"What about you?" Harry asked. He hoped Draco could keep at least some food down.
"Ahem. Actually, I feel great."
Harry swore under his breath. It was just his luck that pregnancy made him miserable, yet it seemed to agree with Draco.
Draco heard Harry's curse, and he winced in sympathy. Harry's condition just made Draco all the more determined to go forward with his plan. He drew in a deep breath and said, "I think we should have a bonding ceremony."
Harry turned a spiteful glare on him, but Draco refused to back down. He met that scowl with a bold, confident stare.
"Are you mad?" hissed Harry. "We're not even twenty years old yet, and you think we should commit to one another for the rest of our bloody lives?!"
"Hear me out," said Draco. "The babies we're carrying will be siblings. Do you think it's fair to raise them apart from one another?"
Harry slumped back against the sofa, brow furrowed in thought. "Why can't we simply live together, like roommates?" he asked. "That way, the children could grow up together, yet we'd be free to live our own lives."
Draco stifled a sigh. It wasn't what he wanted, but he reckoned half a loaf was better than nothing. Aside from that, once they were living together, perhaps Draco could get Harry to agree to a more permanent arrangement.
"We need to tell our family and friends what's going on," Draco said.
-
Harry staggered out of the Floo in the Burrow. He had asked Molly if he could come for a visit, and Harry specifically requested that Arthur, Ron, and Hermione be there, too. He hadn't counted on George and Ginny being in attendance, but Harry decided he may as well get this over with.
Molly insisted on serving lunch first, and Harry picked at his food. He was sure it was delicious, but he was so nervous that it tasted like ash in his mouth.
Once the dishes were cleared away, Molly got straight to the point. "Harry, dear, tell us what's bothering you."
Harry sighed, bent his head, plowed his fingers through his hair, and finally plucked up the courage to tell the truth. "I'm going to be a father," Harry said slowly. He didn't bother looking up to see anyone's expression; the gasps he heard were enough to make him cringe.
"Bloody hell, mate," Ron breathed.
Arthur cleared his throat. "Who is the young lady, Harry? We weren't aware you've been seeing someone."
Harry heard a chair scrape back, followed by Ginny's mumbled, "Excuse me." The next thing Harry heard was her footsteps dashing up the stairs.
Harry sat back in his chair, tossed his glasses on the table, and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
Hermione leaned forward. "It's...not a girl, is it?" she asked.
Harry shook his head. "No," he muttered.
"Harry, this is extraordinary," said Arthur. "Wizard pregnancies are quite uncommon."
"So, who's the lucky bloke?" teased George.
Harry brought the heels of both hands to his eyes. This was more difficult than he'd imagined. "It's Malfoy," said Harry, "and me."
-
"Draco, is something amiss, dear? You've hardly touched your dinner."
Draco mustered a smile for his mother. "My apologies, Mum," he said. "I do have something I wish to discuss with you, however." Draco looked up to find he had both of his parents' undivided attention.
"Have you met someone, Draco?" asked his father.
"Ye-es..."
"Splendid!" said Lucius. "We'll arrange a meeting with her family as soon as possible."
"Lucius, you know very well that Draco is gay. He told you so, himself."
Years of social etiquette went out the window as Draco planted his elbows on the table, the better to cradle his head.
"Darling?" ventured his mother.
Draco sat up straight and lifted his chin. "Mum, Father, I'm pregnant with Harry Potter's child, and he's pregnant with mine."
-
"It was the most horrible experience of my life," said Harry. "Molly cried, Ron swore, George laughed, and Arthur just kept going on and on about how extraordinary it is."
"My mother is over the moon, and my father is convinced I'm lying to avoid marriage," muttered Draco.
"Wait, your mother is happy about this?"
"Oh yes," Draco replied. "She's always wanted grandchildren to spoil."
"Does she...is she angry that it's me?" Harry asked. For some reason, he wanted Narcissa Malfoy's approval.
"She was surprised, is all," Draco replied. "Where are we going to live?"
Harry was taken aback at the rapid change of subject. "I'm not moving to Malfoy Manor," he said in a firm voice.
Draco nodded as if he'd expected Harry to say that. "Your flat is rather small," he observed.
"It suits my needs," snapped Harry.
"I wasn't criticizing, but merely pointing out that we'll need something larger."
"Maybe a house?" suggested Harry. "Something with a garden?"
Draco's eyes brightened with interest. "That's a capital idea," he said.
"Splendid," said Harry. "Oliver Wood is an estate agent; perhaps he can help us find something suitable."
-
Draco was getting weary, and he knew Harry felt even worse. Harry was wan and listless and no longer even pretending to be interested in the homes Wood was showing them.
"We'll take this one," Draco blurted. He glanced at Harry and got a dispirited nod in return. "Thank you, Wood," said Draco. "If you'll ring Harry once the papers are drawn up, we'll stop by to sign them."
"Of course," Wood said, smiling brightly at them. Initially, he'd been shocked when Harry showed up at his office with Draco in tow, wanting to buy a home. However, once Wood realized there was money to be made, he quickly got into the spirit of showing them houses.
Draco stepped up to Harry's side and took hold of Harry's upper arm. "You're knackered," he said. "Let me take you home, yeah?"
Harry mustered a nod and allowed Draco to Apparate them to his flat.
"A nap is in order, I believe," Draco said with false cheer, steering Harry towards his bedroom. Harry sat on his bed, toed his shoes off, and lay down with a heavy sigh. Draco grabbed the quilt, which was folded at the foot of the bed, and draped it over Harry.
Draco returned to the living room and hesitated. He was reluctant to leave Harry alone. Draco sat on the sofa, deciding he would check in on Harry periodically.
-
Harry felt much better after his nap. He pushed the quilt aside and sat up, yawning and stretching. Harry's stomach rumbled, and he padded out of the bedroom on his way to the kitchen. Harry halted in the doorway to the living room. Draco was asleep on his sofa.
A reluctant grin quirked Harry's lips, and his trousers grew tight. He liked the sight of Draco lying on his sofa. It reminded Harry why he'd had sex with the git in the first place. He reached down to adjust himself through his trousers. Harry had felt completely drained earlier, but he was feeling fine now. He was also feeling randy.
Harry crossed the room and knelt next to Draco on the sofa. Before he could question his motives or change his mind, he pressed his mouth to Draco's.
Draco's lips parted on a sigh, enabling Harry to dip his tongue inside Draco's mouth. Harry knew the moment Draco woke up. There was a sudden tension to Draco's body, followed by a sigh of surrender, and Draco began to kiss Harry back.
Harry ended up atop Draco on the sofa. They shifted about and arranged their limbs until their groins were pressed together. They rubbed against one another, frotting on the sofa as they continued kissing one another deeply. Harry climaxed first, coming in his pants like a naughty school boy.
Draco clasped Harry's arse in both hands and thrust up against him until he shuddered through his own release. He relaxed under Harry, panting for breath. Once he could speak, Draco smiled and quipped, "Well, that was certainly unexpected."
Harry was chagrined. "I didn't mean for that to happen," he muttered, sitting up carefully and flicking a cleaning charm over himself and then Draco.
"Are you sorry it did?"
Harry thought about it. "No," he replied. "I'm not sorry at all. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
-
Draco hadn't anticipated that moving in with Harry would be such a massive operation. The Weasley Horde descended on them to help. Draco was overwhelmed by the veritable army of chattering gingers, but he had to admit that Mrs Weasley knew how to organize. She barked out orders like a general, and her minions jumped to do her bidding. Even he and Harry obeyed her instructions without question, although their assigned tasks were relatively simple and not physically demanding.
Everything was accomplished in one day. The new house wasn't exactly as Draco would have liked, but he reckoned he could make gradual changes until it suited him. Not only had Mrs Weasley overseen the move, but she left enough food in the fridge to feed Draco and Harry for a week.
Harry dragged out a kitchen chair and slumped onto it. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a hippogriff," he said with a groan.
Draco was perusing the contents of the fridge. "I think Mrs Weasley left us a hippogriff casserole," he said.
"That sounds repulsive!"
Draco chuckled at Harry's outburst. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked. "She made us shepherd's pie, bangers and mash, soup, all manner of pasta dishes--"
"Something quick and easy," sighed Harry.
Draco smirked at him over one shoulder. "I'm not on the menu, Potter."
Harry's pupils expanded, and he licked his lips.
Draco reconsidered his earlier, glib statement. It wouldn't take much to convince him to be on the menu.
-
Within a week of the huge upheaval that was moving house, Harry and Draco had their first, joint appointment at St Mungo's. They each donned a glamour before using the Floo to arrive at their destination. They'd made their appointment under the aliases Henry and Drake Black.
Once Harry and Draco were comfortably seating in a private exam room, their Healer joined them. She was a competent-looking, older witch with salt and pepper hair, intelligent brown eyes and a reassuring smile. She introduced herself as Healer Peppervine.
"May we rely on your discretion?" asked Harry, in the guise of Henry Black.
"Of course, Mr Black," she replied. "The Healer's Code forbids us from discussing our patients, unless it's to consult with another Healer."
"Are you competent enough to deal with wizard pregnancies?" Draco asked.
Healer Peppervine nodded. "It's my specialty," she said. "Wizard pregnancies are uncommon, but I have overseen several successful deliveries, and I am currently working with two other patients."
"Splendid," said Draco. "Who are they?"
Healer Peppervine smiled. "A clever ploy, Mr Black, but you'll get no information from me."
Draco laughed and dropped his glamour.
The Healer's eyes narrowed speculatively. "You're a Malfoy, unless I miss my guess."
"Draco Malfoy, madam, but I would appreciate it if you don't utter my name beyond this room."
Harry dropped his glamour, too, and this time the Healer's eyes grew wide with wonder.
"Harry Potter," she breathed. Her professional demeanor returned immediately. "I consider it an honor to treat you, Mr Potter." The Healer's gaze flicked back and forth between them. "It's an honor to see to both of you. I presume you're here together for a reason?"
"Each of us is carrying the other's child," Draco said.
Healer Peppervine instructed them to remove their shirts. As they did so, she eyed their flat stomachs. "Do you know how far apart your conceptions occurred?"
Harry cleared his throat. "Er, we got pregnant at the same time. Well, not exactly at the same time but the same night."
Peppervine's eyes gleamed with delight. "This is going to be fascinating!"
-
Their bedrooms were across the hall from one another. Harry was beginning to regret that they lived together like roommates, especially when he could hear the sounds of Draco pleasuring himself at night. Harry began wanking in tandem with his roommate, clenching his teeth to prevent any embarrassing sounds from escaping, especially when he wanted to shout Draco's name out loud.
Harry decided the best thing to do would be to get out of the house. He contacted Ron and invited him to a local pub to watch some footie and catch up. Ron insisted on including Dean, Neville and Seamus, and Harry found himself looking forward to seeing his friends again.
Once Harry and Ron arrived at the pub and met up with the others, Harry was pleased to discover it was just like old times. He joked around with his friends, watched the match on the telly, and engaged in good-natured ribbing back and forth about the two teams.
Harry was in good spirits when he returned home. Draco was on the sofa, reading a book. He glanced up when Harry staggered out of the Floo.
"Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. "It was fantastic."
"You didn't drink anything, did you?"
Harry's euphoria faded. "I had one pint of ale," he said. "My mates would have been curious, otherwise. Only Ron knows about...about my condition."
Draco scowled at him, and Harry held up a hand to head him off. "You're not my mum, so spare me the lecture. One drink won't harm my baby-"
"That's my baby, too!"
"...and I only ate a sandwich instead of greasy chips, okay?"
Draco sighed and set his book aside. "I'm chuffed to hear you had a good time with your mates," he said. "We both need to get out more, which is why I'm going on a date tomorrow night."
Harry's jaw tightened. "A date?" he growled.
-
Harry had to force himself to eat dinner. If it weren't for the baby, he wouldn't have bothered. Draco had gone out for dinner, meeting up with some bloke that Harry didn't even know. Harry didn't like it, not one iota. Draco was pregnant with his baby, damn it, and no one else had the right to touch him. What if they ended the evening with a shag, and the other bloke was too rough?
Harry resorted to pacing. He caressed the barely noticeable swell of his stomach. Neither he nor Draco appeared pregnant yet, and Harry doubted Draco had bothered to mention it to his date. If he had, the bloke wouldn't have dared to ask Draco out.
Harry tried to sit down and watch the telly. Draco didn't care for it, so it should have been enjoyable for Harry to watch it without his...without Draco complaining about it in the background. Instead, Harry was unable to focus on the drama unfolding onscreen. He was more concerned about the drama unfolding in his own life. Harry's eyes grew heavy, and he set his glasses on the table next to the sofa.
Harry jolted awake. The house was dark, and he automatically reached for his wand. Harry realized it was the sound of voices at the front door that had awakened him. He tensed when the door opened, only to recognize Draco, silhouetted by the light over the door.
However, Draco was not alone.
Not only could Harry hear the low murmur of voices, but he could see another bloke standing much too close to Draco. Harry fumbled for his glasses and put them on, just in time to see the stranger lean even closer and snog Draco. Harry's wand was in his hand in a flash, but before he could fire off a spell to separate them, Draco broke the kiss and took a step back.
"I had a wonderful time tonight, Bertram," he said.
"May I call on you again?" rumbled Bertram, reaching up to pet Draco's hair.
Harry pointed his wand at the poacher and gnashed his teeth. He remembered how soft Draco's hair was, and seeing another bloke's fingers sifting through it enraged him.
"I look forward to it," Draco replied, tilting his head for another quick kiss before closing the door softly on his companion.
Draco waved his hand to turn on the lamps in the living room. He took two steps in, then halted at the sight of Harry's wand in his hand. "I live here, remember?"
Harry tried to cover for himself. He tucked his wand away and said, "I must have dozed off, and I was startled when the door opened."
Draco accepted the explanation with a nod. He yawned and scratched his stomach. "G'night, Harry."
"Did you have a good time?"
Something in Harry's tone caused Draco to turn and look back at him with a surprised expression on his face. "Dinner was delightful," he replied.
"Did you have dessert, too?"
"We shared dessert. It was--"
"How dare you?!" snarled Harry, lurching to his feet and planting his hands on his hips.
"Sorry?"
"You can't just skive off and have sex with someone else when you're pregnant with my baby!" Harry shouted.
"We didn't have sex, and I can have sex with whomever I want to!"
When Draco's words sank in, Harry felt his shoulders relax. "You didn't sleep with him?"
"It's none of your business," sniffed Draco. "We're only roommates, as you recall."
Harry's shoulders stiffened again. "You're pregnant with my baby," he sputtered again.
"Well spotted, Potter. And, you're pregnant with my child."
"You don't see me running about, shagging random blokes, do you?"
"It's not my fault you're a repressed prude!"
Harry crossed the room in two strides and grabbed Draco by the upper arms. "I'll show you who's a prude," he growled before seizing Draco's lips with all of the lust he'd been repressing.
They made it as far as the sofa, and the sex was brilliant.
-
"I'm going to prescribe you a potion, Mr Potter," said Healer Peppervine. "You should weigh a bit more at this stage of your pregnancy."
"He sicks up each morning," Draco said.
Harry scowled at him then turned to address the Healer.
"He doesn't eat enough, and he has trouble keeping anything down," Draco added.
"Malfoy!" Harry objected.
"It's true," Draco argued.
The Healer jotted a note on Harry's chart. "The potion will help with any nausea," she said. "In the meantime, regular exercise should help to stimulate your appetite." Healer Peppervine looked pointedly from Harry to Draco.
Harry felt his face flush as he grasped what she wasn't saying. He and Draco hadn't shagged since the night of Draco's dinner date with what's-his-name, and neither of them had mentioned it, either. On the other hand, Draco had made no effort to go out with what's-his-name again, and Harry told himself he was content with the status quo. He was getting tired of having only his own hand for company, however.
Draco began to button up his shirt. "Thank you, Healer Peppervine," he said. "We appreciate your professional advice."
-
Draco glanced at Harry when they returned home. His roommate appeared unusually sullen, but Draco reckoned he knew how to sort Harry out.
"Your bed or mine?" drawled Draco.
Harry gaped at him. "Sorry?"
"Healer Peppervine said we need to engage in stimulating exercise, and what is more stimulating than sex?"
"I...but...she never said we were meant to have sex!" Harry sputtered. If his cock could speak, it would tell him to shut up, but Harry felt that a protest was in order.
"Perhaps she didn't come right out and say it, but she certainly implied it," said Draco. He grasped Harry's hand and began tugging him up the stairs.
Harry allowed himself to be led along, although he continued to argue. "What if she meant yoga or calisthenics?"
"There will be plenty of stretching and heavy breathing involved, Harry," Draco said. He pushed open the door to his bedroom and steered Harry towards the bed. "Besides, it's my turn to top."
-
Draco prepared a simple dinner of chicken Alfredo. He and Harry ate in silence, but Draco noticed each time Harry shifted on his chair. Draco was suffused with virile pride.
Harry glanced up and caught Draco smirking at him. "Berk," he snorted, ducking his head to hide an answering grin. The sex had been stimulating, indeed, and Harry reckoned he was going to sleep well tonight.
"Don't forget to take your potion," said Draco. "Healer Peppervine recommended taking it at dinner to prevent morning sickness."
"Yes, mum," sighed Harry. He Summoned his potion from the counter and measured out the proper amount. Harry drank it and grimaced. "Ugh, that tastes awful."
"It will be worth it if it helps you feel better," said Draco. "Here, have another helping of Alfredo. You need to gain some weight."
-
The next time Harry had the urge to get out of the house, he invited Draco to go to Fortescue's with him. "Pregnant people are supposed to eat ice cream," Harry reasoned. "I think it's a law or something."
"That's absurd," Draco commented, even as he cast a glamour over himself.
"Do you want ice cream or not?"
"Yes," Draco replied, surprised to find that he was looking forward to it. Ordinarily, he considered ice cream much too mundane.
"Let's go, then," said Harry. "Shall we side-along?"
Draco nodded and took Harry's arm, Apparating them to Diagon Alley. They strolled along in companionable silence, taking the opportunity to do a little window shopping on the way.
"I want to stop at Flourish & Blotts before we go home," said Draco, pausing to gaze in the window.
"Yes, yes, later," urged Harry, grabbing Draco's hand to tug him along. "Ice cream now."
Draco just smiled and let himself be dragged in Harry's determined wake. Since he'd been taking his potion, Harry's appetite had returned with a vengeance. Draco reckoned that meant Harry ought to start exercising more, and he was just the person to help with that. For now, however, there was ice cream to eat.
No one paid them any attention as they each ordered a dish of ice cream. Harry and Draco wandered back outside to enjoy the relatively sunny day as they ate their treats.
"Mm," Harry hummed around a mouthful of chocolate goodness. He swallowed and sighed in delight. "This hits the spot."
Draco squirmed in his seat. Harry's blissful ode to his ice cream was giving Draco a stiffy. "I want to shag," he muttered.
Harry glanced up. "Sorry?"
Draco hadn't meant to say that out loud. "I said, I want to shop," he fibbed. "For books, that is."
"Are you sure you weren't meant for Ravenclaw?" Harry teased him. "You seem to have your nose buried in a book quite often."
"Malfoys have always been Sorted into Slytherin," said Draco.
Harry rested a hand over his stomach and muttered, "We'll see about that."
-
By the time they returned home, Harry was ready for a nap. Draco, it seemed, had other ideas.
"Harry, I've been thinking..."
Harry snickered, earning him a scowl from his roommate.
"Spare me your predictable sense of humor," Draco sighed before continuing. "Hear me out. I find I don't like the idea of you having sex with other blokes while you're pregnant with my child. I propose that we...well, that we see to one another's comfort for the duration of our pregnancies."
Harry was left momentarily speechless. Draco had articulated what he, himself, had felt earlier, but agreeing to be monogamous for the next several months seemed almost like a commitment. As Harry was pondering the suggestion, Draco spoke up.
"Of course, if you'd rather not, I plan to contact Bertram again. Hormones are making me randy, and, mmf..."
The rest of Draco's words were smothered in the urgent press of Harry's lips. Harry snogged Draco until they were both breathless. He then raised his head and glared at his roommate. "I'll see to your comfort," Harry declared. He turned and headed up the stairs, eyes glinting with determination. Harry was going to shag all thoughts of what's-his-name out of Draco's head, once and for all.
-
Harry and Draco maintained separate bedrooms, even though they were now shagging on a regular basis. Harry settled into his life with Draco more readily than he would have guessed. He found himself enjoying Draco's company, and he missed Draco when he left home to visit his parents. The sex was brilliant, and Harry was grateful that he could commiserate with Draco in regards to their advancing pregnancies. He was also grateful for the chance to see his baby growing inside of Draco's belly. Harry realized how much he would have missed out on had he not agreed to move in with Draco.
Harry had yet to tell anyone, other than the Weasleys, of his impending fatherhood. The only place he traveled without the glamour was to the Burrow. As Harry's stomach distended further and he became more uncomfortable, he seldom went anywhere else besides the Burrow and the appointments he shared with Draco at St Mungo's.
Healer Peppervine seemed pleased with Harry's progress.
"Your weight is where it should be now," she told him.
Harry smiled at the praise. "I've been eating better," he said.
"And I've made sure he gets plenty of stimulating exercise," added Draco.
The Healer turned away, but not before Harry saw a grin quirk her lips. He aimed a glare at Draco, only to get a cheeky wink and a flash of tongue in response. Harry's body tightened, and he drew in a sharp breath.
"Are you alright, Mr Potter?" asked Peppervine, a frown now creasing her brow.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," said Harry.
Draco continued his outrageous foreplay each time the Healer wasn't looking, and Harry was hard and aching by the time they arrived back home.
Harry dropped his glamour and glared at Draco. "If you weren't pregnant, I'd spank you," he snarled.
"If you weren't pregnant, I'd let you," Draco sassed back.
Harry bent Draco over the sofa and shagged him right there in the living room.
-
Draco was miserable, and he knew he'd get no sympathy from Harry. Any time Draco dared to complain to his partner in pregnancy, Harry would tear a strip off of him, as if Draco were solely to blame for their predicament.
"Harry, would you rub my feet?" Draco asked in a reasonable tone.
"Stop your whining," snapped Harry. "My feet hurt, too."
Draco had to grit his teeth and count to ten to keep from snarking back. "That doesn't surprise me," he said. "If I rub your feet, will you rub mine?"
Harry stared at him with narrowed eyes, alert for any subterfuge. When Draco seemed sincere, Harry relented. He shifted on the sofa and placed his feet on Draco's lap.
Draco began to massage Harry's feet, drawing a groan of pleasure from him. Draco's cock reacted with an inappropriate throb. No one in his present condition should be thinking about sex.
"Oh, that feels so good," moaned Harry.
Draco's breath quickened. He wondered how Harry would react, should he begin to rub Harry's cock, instead.
"Merlin, I think I could come just from having my feet rubbed."
Draco's resistance crumbled. Fortunately, Harry didn't put up a fight.
-
Harry bit into a lemon biscuit and hummed in pleasure. "These are fantastic, Molly," he said.
"I made enough for you to take home and share with Draco," Molly told him. "How is he, by the way?"
"He's handling pregnancy better than I am," Harry said with a sigh. "He's off to visit his parents today."
"Are you two planning to have a bonding ceremony?"
Harry took a swift gulp of tea to stall for time. He set his cup down and looked everywhere but at his hostess. "Draco mentioned it," Harry admitted, "but I'm not ready to commit to him."
"Why, Harry!" cried Molly. "The two of you are going to be parents soon. That's about as committed as two people can be!"
Harry picked at some crumbs on the table cloth. "I'm not even twenty years old yet," he said. "I don't want to commit to someone at my age."
"I understand, Harry," said Molly. "However, I was only eighteen when Arthur and I got married."
"Yeah, but you two were in love," Harry mumbled. He'd grown fond of Draco, it was true, but Harry wasn't certain he loved the git.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Molly replied with a nervous giggle.
Harry looked up at her in surprise. "Sorry?"
Molly actually blushed. "Arthur and I married because I was pregnant with Bill," she confessed. "Back in the day, having children out of wedlock just was not done. Arthur claims to have loved me all along, but for me, it took a bit longer to fall in love. However, I don't regret a moment of our marriage, and I am quite happy. I think you and Draco could be just as happy, Harry."
Not knowing how to respond, Harry simply nodded. He finished his second lemon biscuit and thanked Molly for her hospitality. Harry returned home in a thoughtful mood. He ate two more biscuits as he considered what Molly had told him.
-
"Draco, I'm randy."
Draco nearly dropped the book he was reading. He looked over at Harry, eyes going pointedly to Harry's protruding stomach, and Draco said, "You cannot be serious."
"I am, too, serious," Harry insisted. "Just because I can no longer see my cock doesn't mean I can't feel it."
"Harry, how do you propose we shag?" Draco asked. "Neither of us can bugger the other; our bellies would only get in the way. Besides, I don't think the babies would enjoy the bumpy ride."
"Suck me off," Harry said, tone wheedling.
Draco stared at him in astonishment. "There is no way I can even get into position to suck you off. You'll have to settle for a wank."
Harry slammed one hand on the arm of his chair. "This is all your fault, you twat!" he shouted. "I was enjoying my life and then you came along and knocked me up the duff, and now I'm huge and bloated and I can't play Quidditch and I'm going to have a baby and so are you and how in the hell are we going to take care of two kids when we aren't even really grown up ourselves and...Draco, are you crying?"
Draco ducked his head and blinked rapidly. "No," he lied, voice gruff. Stupid, ruddy hormones. Draco picked up his book and hid behind it, sniffling once.
"I'm sorry," Harry sighed. "It's not completely your fault, of course. Half of the blame is mine to shoulder."
Draco kept the book between them. "If you don't want your baby, I'll raise both of them," he offered.
Harry felt like a giant prat. "I do want my baby," he said. "I want yours too--"
"You can't take my baby!" cried Draco, lowering his book to glare daggers at Harry.
"That's not what I meant," Harry said. "I mean, I want to raise both babies, with you. I...I want us to be a family."
Draco's heart fluttered with hope. "Do you mean that?" he breathed.
Now that Harry had said it, he realized that he truly did mean it. After living with Draco for several months, Harry couldn't imagine his life without Draco in it. Oh, Draco was an aggravating git, but Harry found he enjoyed Draco's wit and his dry sense of humor. Life with Draco would never be dull, especially not with two children added to the mix.
Harry smiled at Draco. "Yes," he replied. "I meant it."
"Brilliant!" Draco cried. "I'll let mum know right away."
Harry's euphoria faded. "Wait," he said. "We will arrange to have a small, private ceremony. We are both far too advanced with our pregnancies to handle a large society wedding, okay?"
"If you say so, Harry," Draco said. He was grateful Harry had agreed to a formal bonding ceremony; the details were irrelevant.
-
"Here's a list, Harry."
Harry groaned and dropped his quill. "No lists," he said firmly. "The ceremony will be attended by you and me, your parents, Arthur and Molly, and the officiant. No guests!"
"This is a list of possible baby names," Draco huffed, "but if you're going to be a wanker about it, you can just...oh dear Merlin, I think I'm going to have a baby."
Harry looked up in confusion from his seat at the table. "Of course, you're going to have a baby. What are you going on about?"
"I think my water broke."
-
Healer Peppervine waved her wand over Draco's abdomen, nodded once, then said, "You're going to have this baby today, Mr Malfoy."
"I'm not ready!" Draco cried, his face white and pinched with fear.
"You may not be, Mr Malfoy, but your baby certainly is."
"You said we weren't going to have our babies for another two or three weeks!" Draco protested.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand. "You can do this," he said. "I'll be right here with you."
Draco turned his stricken face to Harry. "No, Harry, I can't have this baby yet. We were going to have our bonding ceremony first! No Malfoy has ever been born out of wedlock. How will I endure the shame? How will my poor baby be able to hold his head up in society?"
Harry winced. "There now, love," he soothed.
Healer Peppervine cleared her throat. "I can summon St Mungo's chaplain, if you'd like," she offered.
Draco's expression brightened immediately. "Harry?"
Harry nodded. He was about to become a father, and he suddenly wanted to be bonded to Draco. They were a family, and it was past time they made it official.
-
After a hasty bonding ceremony and a lengthy labor, Harry found himself gazing in awe at the tiny baby in his arms. Draco stirred on the bed, grimacing as he tried to sit up.
"I want to see her, Harry," he insisted in a hoarse voice.
Harry rose from the chair and waddled carefully to the bed. He perched on the edge and nudged the baby's pink blanket aside.
Draco reverently touched his daughter's head with his finger tips. "She has dark hair," he commented.
Harry smiled and nodded.
"At least she's not a ginger," sighed Draco.
Harry scowled at him. "She's beautiful, no matter what color her hair is," he scolded.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," said Draco. "It's just that Malfoys have always been blond."
"Are you certain she's yours?" quipped Harry.
Draco shot him a dirty look before his expression softened once more as he turned his gaze to the baby. "I want to hold her."
Harry cautiously transferred the baby to Draco's arms. He stood and rose to the balls of his feet, wincing as he tried to rub his back.
"Do you feel all right?" asked Draco, eyes flicking anxiously to Harry. "You're not going into labor, too, are you?"
"No, I'm not going into labor," said Harry. "As to how I feel, I feel pregnant." Harry moved to the chair next to Draco's bed and lowered himself into it awkwardly. "Our daughter needs a name," he said.
Draco fidgeted with her blanket, a sure sign that he was nervous. "I didn't get a chance to show you the list of names I came up with," he mumbled.
Draco appeared so distraught that Harry couldn't be cross with him. He stifled a sigh of irritation and asked, "What did you have in mind?"
Draco glanced up at Harry before returning his attention to the baby. "I want to name her Lily Isabelle," he said quietly. Harry's heart nearly burst with joy, until Draco quelled it by adding, "But, I want her to go by Isabelle. It's just that Isabelle Lily didn't sound quite right, but I wanted to honor your mum, and this was the best-"
"Draco."
Draco glanced at Harry again.
Harry smiled at him. "Lily Isabelle is a lovely name."
-
Harry found the small parlor where family and friends waited for news.
"There you are, Harry!" cried Molly, rushing to enfold him in a tender hug. "How is Draco? Is the baby okay?"
Harry extricated himself from Molly's embrace and looked at the anxious faces surrounding him; Molly and Arthur were present, along with Draco's parents. "Please sit down, everyone," Harry sighed.
Narcissa Malfoy gasped, and her hand flew to her throat. "Has something happened?"
"We've had a baby," Harry deadpanned. "However, there's more." He gestured for everyone to sit and gingerly lowered himself into a chair, as well. "The chaplain at St Mungo's performed a bonding ceremony before the baby was born," said Harry. "Draco and I are now officially married."
Narcissa opened her mouth, and Harry held up a hand for silence. "It was Draco's wish that the baby not be born out of wedlock," he said. "We can have another ceremony at a later date, preferably after our second child is born."
"Is the child a boy?" asked Lucius.
Harry felt a perverse sense of satisfaction in disappointing him. "We have a daughter," he said, "and her name is Lily Isabelle."
-
Harry hated Draco. While his husband was now feeling much better after giving birth, Harry was still suffering. He was semi-reclining on the sofa, feet propped up on a pillow, as Draco rocked Isabelle to sleep.
"This is all your fault," Harry grumbled.
"You'll forget about how miserable you are now once your baby is born," said Draco. "I know I did."
Harry merely snorted in response.
"Healer Peppervine says you'll go into labor within a week, two at the most."
"Healer Peppervine can kiss my arse," Harry muttered.
"Mind your tongue, Harry. Isabelle can hear you."
Harry's heavy eyes snapped open, and he glared at Draco. "Isabelle is asleep, and even if she wasn't, I doubt she understands what I'm saying."
"Perhaps not, but your tone can convey itself to her," Draco scolded. He softened the lecture by adding, "Would you like to hold her?"
"I don't have a lap, in case you haven't noticed."
"You needn't bite my head off, Harry," snapped Draco. "I simply feel it's important that you bond with her."
Harry felt instantly contrite. He did want to bond with his daughter, and he mustn't let his own discomfort get in the way of that. Harry held his arms out and said, "Bring her here."
Draco rose from the rocking chair and settled Isabelle in the crook of Harry's arm, taking care not to jostle Harry's distended stomach.
Harry gazed down at his infant daughter and felt his heart melt. He prodded her tiny hand with a finger, smiling when her fingers latched onto him so trustingly. "Hello, Lilybelle," Harry cooed.
On his way to the kitchen, Draco halted and turned around. "What did you call her?"
-
Harry was in hell.
The Malfoys were here, and all he wanted to do was sleep for a week. Draco and his mum were upstairs with Isabelle, making plans for the nursery. Harry was left to entertain Lucius Malfoy. He would have feigned a headache and made his escape, but getting up seemed to be too much effort.
Silence reigned in the living room.
Eventually, Lucius leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Are you certain that baby is Draco's?"
Harry was gobsmacked. "Excuse me?!" he cried.
Draco's irritated voice floated down the stairs. "Father, stop antagonizing Harry, or I will ask you to leave."
Lucius scowled at Harry, while Harry smirked at him, pleased that Draco had defended him. Harry decided to do the mature thing and put old Lucius' mind at ease. "Yes, I'm positive this is Draco's baby," he said. Harry refused to give any further details.
Surprisingly, Lucius relaxed at the news. "Potter, I need you to have a boy," he said. "Someone has to carry on the Malfoy name."
Harry managed not to roll his eyes, but barely. "Now that Draco and I are married," he drawled, "our last name is Potter."
"Excuse me?!"
"Harry, stop antagonizing my father, or I'll send you to your room, just see if I don't!"
It was Harry's turn to scowl. Draco certainly knew how to ruin a spot of fun. "I was only winding you up," Harry admitted to Lucius. "Draco and I hyphenated our last names. We are now Harry and Draco Potter-Malfoy."
Lucius nodded slowly as he absorbed the news. "That is acceptable," he said.
Harry was about to tell him to stuff his acceptability, but an uncomfortable sensation side-tracked him. "I'm going to have a baby," Harry gasped.
"Clearly," sniffed Lucius, looking pointedly at Harry's distended stomach.
Harry grimaced. "No, I mean to say, I am going to have a baby now."
Lucius' face whitened. "Narcissa!" he bellowed.
-
Following a lengthy labor (the second longest labor in history, according to Draco), Harry delivered a healthy baby boy.
Harry gazed uncertainly at the baby in his arms. "She's bald," he said, "and she's a boy."
"Er, yes, Harry, we have a son," Draco said. "He's not bald, however. His hair is simply very blond and fine. Isn't he wonderful?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, eyes still riveted to the baby. "I wanted a girl, though."
"Did you want Isabelle to have a sister to play with?"
Harry shook his head. "No, I wanted to disappoint your father."
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "Shame on you!"
Harry shot him a guilty glance before looking back at the baby. Harry's gentle smile faded when he thought of something. "Where's Lilybelle?!" he blurted.
"Isabelle is at home with my parents," said Draco. "Mum agreed to watch her so I could be here with you."
Harry relaxed, and he resumed gently touching the baby's face and counting his fingers and toes. "I miss Lilybelle," he muttered.
Draco brushed Harry's fringe away from his eyes and smiled at him. "You'll be home in another day or two, and we can all be together as a family."
Harry looked up at Draco, and he wondered if he was falling in love. Draco interrupted Harry's tender thoughts when he asked, "What shall we name our son?"
-
Draco stepped from the Floo and immediately claimed Isabelle from his mother.
"Draco, we've been worried," said Narcissa. "I thought you would have at least sent us an owl. Did Harry have the baby?"
Draco puffed up with pride. "Harry gave birth to a fine, healthy boy," he announced.
"Thank Merlin," sighed Lucius. "I hoped Potter would come through."
Draco glared at his father. "His name is Potter-Malfoy now, and are you suggesting that Isabelle is less precious than her brother is?"
As if sensing the peril he was in, Lucius began to back-pedal. "Of course not, Draco," he said. "Isabelle is delightful, but she will eventually marry and change her name, whereas...what did you say my grandson's name is?"
Draco's glower didn't waver as he replied, "We've named him Lucius Isaac. It was Harry's idea, and you would do well to remember that, father."
Lucius looked like he'd been handed a decade's worth of Christmases all at once. Draco deflated his father's euphoria when he added, "Of course, we plan to call him Isaac. Since the babies are almost twins, we wanted them to have similar names."
"Isabelle and Isaac," Narcissa murmured. "Oh, Draco, you've made us so happy. Isn't that right, Lucius?"
Draco's father nodded and said, "I'm proud of you son, and if you should decide you want to annul your marriage to Potter, I know who can expedite matters."
Several weeks later...
Harry was awakened by the unpleasant sensation of being watched. He opened his eyes to find Draco's blurry face mere inches from his own. "Were you planning to smother me with a pillow?" he groused.
"No, but now that you mention it, I'll keep it in mind the next time you start to snore," Draco countered. He then grinned and asked, "Do you know what today is?"
"Erm, Tuesday?"
"Isabelle was born exactly six weeks ago today, which means-"
"We can have sex," Harry breathed. He shoved the covers back and sat up. "Wait, are the babies okay?"
"I've already checked on Isaac and Isabelle, and they're still sleeping," said Draco. "We'll have to be quick and quiet, mind you."
Harry was already yanking off his pyjama top. After weeks without sex, it was bound to be quick. Harry scooted close to Draco and draped half of his body over his husband's. "Open wide," he leered.
"Hold up, Harry," said Draco, squeezing his knees together. "Don't forget the contraceptive charm."
"Maybe I want a large family," Harry said.
"I want a large family, too," said Draco, "but let's wait for a year or two, yeah?"
Harry didn't argue; he already had everything he wanted.
Cross-posted to harrydracompreg
Author: enchanted_jae
Prompt: Harry and Draco have a drunken one night stand, followed by some more fun the morning-after (switching top and bottom) After that they avoided one another, but now they're both pregnant.
Word Count: 9105
Rating: R
Contains (Highlight to view): * Language*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Epilogue compliant?: Not at all!
Who is pregnant?: * Harry and Draco are both pregnant, per the prompt *
Notes: Many thanks to robinellen for the beta, and to the mods for their patience.
Summary: Following a one-off, Harry and Draco are both pregnant. Draco is ecstatic, but Harry is Not Amused.
"Third time's a charm," Harry muttered to himself. He waited the requisite number of minutes before checking the results of his third Muggle pregnancy test.
"Bloody fucking hell!" cried Harry. The result was positive...again. So much for taking a year off after leaving Hogwarts to decide if he wanted to join the Aurors or try out for a professional Quidditch team. Now both options were out, and it was all Draco Malfoy's fault.
Harry was going to wring his neck.
-
Draco added three drops of his urine to the potion and stirred it slowly. It turned a pale shade of green, and Draco gulped. "I'm pregnant," he whispered. "That's...amazing."
After suffering his father's wrath when he came out, because it was his duty to marry and produce an heir, Draco now had the means to produce an heir all on his own. And to think he owed it all to Harry Potter.
Draco couldn't wait to thank him in person.
-
We need to talk
Harry attached the message to a borrowed owl and sent it winging on its way to Draco. As he turned away from the window, he heard frantic pecking at the glass. Harry turned around with a scowl on his face. Couldn't that bloody owl--
Wait, this was a different owl. Harry sighed and opened the window, allowing the bird to enter and deliver its message. He retrieved the scroll tied around its claw and unrolled it.
We need to talk
The message was from Draco. He couldn't possibly have learned of Harry's condition so soon after Harry himself had learned it. Harry hadn't even told anyone. Whatever the reason, he needed to see Draco. It was just as well that Draco wouldn't need to be coerced into it.
-
They agreed to meet at the Three Broomsticks. Draco ordered tea, and Harry followed suit.
"You mentioned there was something we need to discuss?" Draco prompted. He forced himself not to fidget with his tea cup. Harry frowned and drew his wand, casting a privacy charm around them. Draco was left to wonder what could possibly be weighing on Harry's mind.
Harry leaned close and lowered his voice, in spite of the privacy charm. "We're going to be parents," he whispered.
Draco was astonished. "How did you know?!" he blurted. Draco hadn't told anyone, not even his parents.
Harry sat back, his expression confused. "I tested myself," he said. "That's how I know. How did you know?"
"I...I tested myself," Draco replied, "but I wanted you to be the first to know."
Harry removed his specs, wiped one lens with the tail of his shirt, then settled the glasses on his nose once more. He started to say something, paused, shook his head, then managed to croak, "Do you mean to tell me you're pregnant, too?"
"Too?!" cried Draco. "Are you...?" He couldn't even finish the thought; it was too exciting to utter aloud.
Harry nodded slowly. "I'm pregnant, Malfoy," he said. "I take it you are, as well?"
Draco beamed at him, leaving Harry wondering about his sanity. "Yes, I'm pregnant," Draco gushed. "This is brilliant!"
"This isn't brilliant!" spat Harry. "It's a bloody fucking disaster!"
Draco seemed to deflate. "You aren't happy about it?"
"No, I'm not happy," Harry said in a harsh whisper. "My life is ruined now."
"But--"
"How can I train to be an Auror or try out for a professional Quidditch team?" Harry grumbled. Draco had the nerve to look hurt at the outburst, leaving Harry feeling like a complete arse. He stirred his tea as an excuse to drop his eyes. "Why are you so happy about the situation?" Harry asked.
Draco was taken aback at Harry's vehemence regarding their pregnancies. He was forced to admit that he hadn't considered how Harry's life might be negatively affected by the circumstances.
"My father has been pressuring me to get married," Draco said by way of reply to Harry's question. "My sole duty in life is to produce an heir to carry on the family name. That was bound to be difficult, considering I'm bent."
"And now you have two heirs on the way," muttered Harry. He looked up from stirring his tea, and his green eyes narrowed. "Are you certain that's my child you're carrying?"
"Of course, I'm certain," Draco hissed. "I told you that night that I was in the midst of a dry spell, and I haven't pulled anyone else since. What about you, Potter? Is your baby really mine, or have you been bed-hopping?"
"For your information, Malfoy, my sex life isn't as exciting and glamorous as you imagine it to be. Most blokes just want to sleep with me so they can brag that they had sex with Harry Potter."
Draco refrained from simpering poor, ickle Potter, but only because he was delighted that Harry's child was definitely his. Draco took a sip of tea to compose himself. He set his cup down and asked, "What will we do now?"
Harry frowned. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to Hogwarts to fling myself off of the Astronomy Tower."
"Potter!"
-
After assuring himself that Harry wasn't serious about self-destructing, Draco returned home. Harry had made him swear not to tell anyone else about their delicate conditions until they'd had a chance to get together and plan their strategy. Draco couldn't wait to share the happy news with his parents, but he had reluctantly agreed to Harry's stipulations.
When he joined his parents for dinner that evening, Draco was hoping neither of them would notice he didn't touch his wine. He should have known better.
"Is something wrong with your wine, Draco?" asked his father.
Draco hadn't been Sorted into Slytherin for nothing; he had a ready answer. "I'm afraid I overindulged last night," he replied. "The thought of drinking any alcohol makes me queasy."
"You didn't go out last night," his mother pointed out.
Damn it!
"I took a bottle up to my suite," Draco lied smoothly.
His mother was immediately concerned. "Is something troubling you, darling?"
Draco scrambled to come up with a plausible answer. "I was simply feeling maudlin at my lack of--" He cut his eyes to his father and improvised mid-sentence. "My lack of a romantic partner."
Lucius' eyes brightened with glee. "If that is what's troubling you, I believe the Greengrasses have at least three eligible daughters, although the youngest is still attending Hogwarts."
Draco smiled and nodded at his father. He was tempted to take a bottle of wine to his rooms tonight and get completely pissed.
-
Harry was wearing out the carpeting in his flat with his pacing. He was still trying to come to grips with the fact that he was going to have not one but two babies. Harry had always longed for a big family, but he wanted to have some fun first. Harry shook his head ruefully. Sex with Draco had been fun, but now he was left to deal with the results.
Harry had wanted to spend a year being young and foolish, reckless and irresponsible. Now, a new responsibility had been thrust upon him. Harry was frightened. He didn't know the first thing about being a parent, and he had to co-parent with none other than Draco bloody Malfoy.
Harry dropped onto the sofa and groaned. He'd never been one to shirk responsibility, and he wasn't about to start now. He would simply have to stiffen his upper lip and accept his newest responsibility. He owed it to his children.
-
"I hope you don't mind spaghetti," said Harry.
"It sounds wonderful," Draco responded politely. "May I help with anything?"
"No, thanks," Harry replied. He'd invited Draco to dinner at his flat, as it was probably the only place where they could discuss their situation in privacy. Conversation was limited to small talk as they ate, but once the dishes were cleared, Harry invited Draco to join him in the living room.
They settled at opposite ends of the sofa with glasses of sparkling grape juice.
"How are you feeling?" Draco asked.
"Bloody awful," Harry said with a grimace. "I sick up each morning. It's like waking up hung over every day."
"Er, sorry to hear that," said Draco.
"What about you?" Harry asked. He hoped Draco could keep at least some food down.
"Ahem. Actually, I feel great."
Harry swore under his breath. It was just his luck that pregnancy made him miserable, yet it seemed to agree with Draco.
Draco heard Harry's curse, and he winced in sympathy. Harry's condition just made Draco all the more determined to go forward with his plan. He drew in a deep breath and said, "I think we should have a bonding ceremony."
Harry turned a spiteful glare on him, but Draco refused to back down. He met that scowl with a bold, confident stare.
"Are you mad?" hissed Harry. "We're not even twenty years old yet, and you think we should commit to one another for the rest of our bloody lives?!"
"Hear me out," said Draco. "The babies we're carrying will be siblings. Do you think it's fair to raise them apart from one another?"
Harry slumped back against the sofa, brow furrowed in thought. "Why can't we simply live together, like roommates?" he asked. "That way, the children could grow up together, yet we'd be free to live our own lives."
Draco stifled a sigh. It wasn't what he wanted, but he reckoned half a loaf was better than nothing. Aside from that, once they were living together, perhaps Draco could get Harry to agree to a more permanent arrangement.
"We need to tell our family and friends what's going on," Draco said.
-
Harry staggered out of the Floo in the Burrow. He had asked Molly if he could come for a visit, and Harry specifically requested that Arthur, Ron, and Hermione be there, too. He hadn't counted on George and Ginny being in attendance, but Harry decided he may as well get this over with.
Molly insisted on serving lunch first, and Harry picked at his food. He was sure it was delicious, but he was so nervous that it tasted like ash in his mouth.
Once the dishes were cleared away, Molly got straight to the point. "Harry, dear, tell us what's bothering you."
Harry sighed, bent his head, plowed his fingers through his hair, and finally plucked up the courage to tell the truth. "I'm going to be a father," Harry said slowly. He didn't bother looking up to see anyone's expression; the gasps he heard were enough to make him cringe.
"Bloody hell, mate," Ron breathed.
Arthur cleared his throat. "Who is the young lady, Harry? We weren't aware you've been seeing someone."
Harry heard a chair scrape back, followed by Ginny's mumbled, "Excuse me." The next thing Harry heard was her footsteps dashing up the stairs.
Harry sat back in his chair, tossed his glasses on the table, and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
Hermione leaned forward. "It's...not a girl, is it?" she asked.
Harry shook his head. "No," he muttered.
"Harry, this is extraordinary," said Arthur. "Wizard pregnancies are quite uncommon."
"So, who's the lucky bloke?" teased George.
Harry brought the heels of both hands to his eyes. This was more difficult than he'd imagined. "It's Malfoy," said Harry, "and me."
-
"Draco, is something amiss, dear? You've hardly touched your dinner."
Draco mustered a smile for his mother. "My apologies, Mum," he said. "I do have something I wish to discuss with you, however." Draco looked up to find he had both of his parents' undivided attention.
"Have you met someone, Draco?" asked his father.
"Ye-es..."
"Splendid!" said Lucius. "We'll arrange a meeting with her family as soon as possible."
"Lucius, you know very well that Draco is gay. He told you so, himself."
Years of social etiquette went out the window as Draco planted his elbows on the table, the better to cradle his head.
"Darling?" ventured his mother.
Draco sat up straight and lifted his chin. "Mum, Father, I'm pregnant with Harry Potter's child, and he's pregnant with mine."
-
"It was the most horrible experience of my life," said Harry. "Molly cried, Ron swore, George laughed, and Arthur just kept going on and on about how extraordinary it is."
"My mother is over the moon, and my father is convinced I'm lying to avoid marriage," muttered Draco.
"Wait, your mother is happy about this?"
"Oh yes," Draco replied. "She's always wanted grandchildren to spoil."
"Does she...is she angry that it's me?" Harry asked. For some reason, he wanted Narcissa Malfoy's approval.
"She was surprised, is all," Draco replied. "Where are we going to live?"
Harry was taken aback at the rapid change of subject. "I'm not moving to Malfoy Manor," he said in a firm voice.
Draco nodded as if he'd expected Harry to say that. "Your flat is rather small," he observed.
"It suits my needs," snapped Harry.
"I wasn't criticizing, but merely pointing out that we'll need something larger."
"Maybe a house?" suggested Harry. "Something with a garden?"
Draco's eyes brightened with interest. "That's a capital idea," he said.
"Splendid," said Harry. "Oliver Wood is an estate agent; perhaps he can help us find something suitable."
-
Draco was getting weary, and he knew Harry felt even worse. Harry was wan and listless and no longer even pretending to be interested in the homes Wood was showing them.
"We'll take this one," Draco blurted. He glanced at Harry and got a dispirited nod in return. "Thank you, Wood," said Draco. "If you'll ring Harry once the papers are drawn up, we'll stop by to sign them."
"Of course," Wood said, smiling brightly at them. Initially, he'd been shocked when Harry showed up at his office with Draco in tow, wanting to buy a home. However, once Wood realized there was money to be made, he quickly got into the spirit of showing them houses.
Draco stepped up to Harry's side and took hold of Harry's upper arm. "You're knackered," he said. "Let me take you home, yeah?"
Harry mustered a nod and allowed Draco to Apparate them to his flat.
"A nap is in order, I believe," Draco said with false cheer, steering Harry towards his bedroom. Harry sat on his bed, toed his shoes off, and lay down with a heavy sigh. Draco grabbed the quilt, which was folded at the foot of the bed, and draped it over Harry.
Draco returned to the living room and hesitated. He was reluctant to leave Harry alone. Draco sat on the sofa, deciding he would check in on Harry periodically.
-
Harry felt much better after his nap. He pushed the quilt aside and sat up, yawning and stretching. Harry's stomach rumbled, and he padded out of the bedroom on his way to the kitchen. Harry halted in the doorway to the living room. Draco was asleep on his sofa.
A reluctant grin quirked Harry's lips, and his trousers grew tight. He liked the sight of Draco lying on his sofa. It reminded Harry why he'd had sex with the git in the first place. He reached down to adjust himself through his trousers. Harry had felt completely drained earlier, but he was feeling fine now. He was also feeling randy.
Harry crossed the room and knelt next to Draco on the sofa. Before he could question his motives or change his mind, he pressed his mouth to Draco's.
Draco's lips parted on a sigh, enabling Harry to dip his tongue inside Draco's mouth. Harry knew the moment Draco woke up. There was a sudden tension to Draco's body, followed by a sigh of surrender, and Draco began to kiss Harry back.
Harry ended up atop Draco on the sofa. They shifted about and arranged their limbs until their groins were pressed together. They rubbed against one another, frotting on the sofa as they continued kissing one another deeply. Harry climaxed first, coming in his pants like a naughty school boy.
Draco clasped Harry's arse in both hands and thrust up against him until he shuddered through his own release. He relaxed under Harry, panting for breath. Once he could speak, Draco smiled and quipped, "Well, that was certainly unexpected."
Harry was chagrined. "I didn't mean for that to happen," he muttered, sitting up carefully and flicking a cleaning charm over himself and then Draco.
"Are you sorry it did?"
Harry thought about it. "No," he replied. "I'm not sorry at all. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
-
Draco hadn't anticipated that moving in with Harry would be such a massive operation. The Weasley Horde descended on them to help. Draco was overwhelmed by the veritable army of chattering gingers, but he had to admit that Mrs Weasley knew how to organize. She barked out orders like a general, and her minions jumped to do her bidding. Even he and Harry obeyed her instructions without question, although their assigned tasks were relatively simple and not physically demanding.
Everything was accomplished in one day. The new house wasn't exactly as Draco would have liked, but he reckoned he could make gradual changes until it suited him. Not only had Mrs Weasley overseen the move, but she left enough food in the fridge to feed Draco and Harry for a week.
Harry dragged out a kitchen chair and slumped onto it. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a hippogriff," he said with a groan.
Draco was perusing the contents of the fridge. "I think Mrs Weasley left us a hippogriff casserole," he said.
"That sounds repulsive!"
Draco chuckled at Harry's outburst. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked. "She made us shepherd's pie, bangers and mash, soup, all manner of pasta dishes--"
"Something quick and easy," sighed Harry.
Draco smirked at him over one shoulder. "I'm not on the menu, Potter."
Harry's pupils expanded, and he licked his lips.
Draco reconsidered his earlier, glib statement. It wouldn't take much to convince him to be on the menu.
-
Within a week of the huge upheaval that was moving house, Harry and Draco had their first, joint appointment at St Mungo's. They each donned a glamour before using the Floo to arrive at their destination. They'd made their appointment under the aliases Henry and Drake Black.
Once Harry and Draco were comfortably seating in a private exam room, their Healer joined them. She was a competent-looking, older witch with salt and pepper hair, intelligent brown eyes and a reassuring smile. She introduced herself as Healer Peppervine.
"May we rely on your discretion?" asked Harry, in the guise of Henry Black.
"Of course, Mr Black," she replied. "The Healer's Code forbids us from discussing our patients, unless it's to consult with another Healer."
"Are you competent enough to deal with wizard pregnancies?" Draco asked.
Healer Peppervine nodded. "It's my specialty," she said. "Wizard pregnancies are uncommon, but I have overseen several successful deliveries, and I am currently working with two other patients."
"Splendid," said Draco. "Who are they?"
Healer Peppervine smiled. "A clever ploy, Mr Black, but you'll get no information from me."
Draco laughed and dropped his glamour.
The Healer's eyes narrowed speculatively. "You're a Malfoy, unless I miss my guess."
"Draco Malfoy, madam, but I would appreciate it if you don't utter my name beyond this room."
Harry dropped his glamour, too, and this time the Healer's eyes grew wide with wonder.
"Harry Potter," she breathed. Her professional demeanor returned immediately. "I consider it an honor to treat you, Mr Potter." The Healer's gaze flicked back and forth between them. "It's an honor to see to both of you. I presume you're here together for a reason?"
"Each of us is carrying the other's child," Draco said.
Healer Peppervine instructed them to remove their shirts. As they did so, she eyed their flat stomachs. "Do you know how far apart your conceptions occurred?"
Harry cleared his throat. "Er, we got pregnant at the same time. Well, not exactly at the same time but the same night."
Peppervine's eyes gleamed with delight. "This is going to be fascinating!"
-
Their bedrooms were across the hall from one another. Harry was beginning to regret that they lived together like roommates, especially when he could hear the sounds of Draco pleasuring himself at night. Harry began wanking in tandem with his roommate, clenching his teeth to prevent any embarrassing sounds from escaping, especially when he wanted to shout Draco's name out loud.
Harry decided the best thing to do would be to get out of the house. He contacted Ron and invited him to a local pub to watch some footie and catch up. Ron insisted on including Dean, Neville and Seamus, and Harry found himself looking forward to seeing his friends again.
Once Harry and Ron arrived at the pub and met up with the others, Harry was pleased to discover it was just like old times. He joked around with his friends, watched the match on the telly, and engaged in good-natured ribbing back and forth about the two teams.
Harry was in good spirits when he returned home. Draco was on the sofa, reading a book. He glanced up when Harry staggered out of the Floo.
"Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. "It was fantastic."
"You didn't drink anything, did you?"
Harry's euphoria faded. "I had one pint of ale," he said. "My mates would have been curious, otherwise. Only Ron knows about...about my condition."
Draco scowled at him, and Harry held up a hand to head him off. "You're not my mum, so spare me the lecture. One drink won't harm my baby-"
"That's my baby, too!"
"...and I only ate a sandwich instead of greasy chips, okay?"
Draco sighed and set his book aside. "I'm chuffed to hear you had a good time with your mates," he said. "We both need to get out more, which is why I'm going on a date tomorrow night."
Harry's jaw tightened. "A date?" he growled.
-
Harry had to force himself to eat dinner. If it weren't for the baby, he wouldn't have bothered. Draco had gone out for dinner, meeting up with some bloke that Harry didn't even know. Harry didn't like it, not one iota. Draco was pregnant with his baby, damn it, and no one else had the right to touch him. What if they ended the evening with a shag, and the other bloke was too rough?
Harry resorted to pacing. He caressed the barely noticeable swell of his stomach. Neither he nor Draco appeared pregnant yet, and Harry doubted Draco had bothered to mention it to his date. If he had, the bloke wouldn't have dared to ask Draco out.
Harry tried to sit down and watch the telly. Draco didn't care for it, so it should have been enjoyable for Harry to watch it without his...without Draco complaining about it in the background. Instead, Harry was unable to focus on the drama unfolding onscreen. He was more concerned about the drama unfolding in his own life. Harry's eyes grew heavy, and he set his glasses on the table next to the sofa.
Harry jolted awake. The house was dark, and he automatically reached for his wand. Harry realized it was the sound of voices at the front door that had awakened him. He tensed when the door opened, only to recognize Draco, silhouetted by the light over the door.
However, Draco was not alone.
Not only could Harry hear the low murmur of voices, but he could see another bloke standing much too close to Draco. Harry fumbled for his glasses and put them on, just in time to see the stranger lean even closer and snog Draco. Harry's wand was in his hand in a flash, but before he could fire off a spell to separate them, Draco broke the kiss and took a step back.
"I had a wonderful time tonight, Bertram," he said.
"May I call on you again?" rumbled Bertram, reaching up to pet Draco's hair.
Harry pointed his wand at the poacher and gnashed his teeth. He remembered how soft Draco's hair was, and seeing another bloke's fingers sifting through it enraged him.
"I look forward to it," Draco replied, tilting his head for another quick kiss before closing the door softly on his companion.
Draco waved his hand to turn on the lamps in the living room. He took two steps in, then halted at the sight of Harry's wand in his hand. "I live here, remember?"
Harry tried to cover for himself. He tucked his wand away and said, "I must have dozed off, and I was startled when the door opened."
Draco accepted the explanation with a nod. He yawned and scratched his stomach. "G'night, Harry."
"Did you have a good time?"
Something in Harry's tone caused Draco to turn and look back at him with a surprised expression on his face. "Dinner was delightful," he replied.
"Did you have dessert, too?"
"We shared dessert. It was--"
"How dare you?!" snarled Harry, lurching to his feet and planting his hands on his hips.
"Sorry?"
"You can't just skive off and have sex with someone else when you're pregnant with my baby!" Harry shouted.
"We didn't have sex, and I can have sex with whomever I want to!"
When Draco's words sank in, Harry felt his shoulders relax. "You didn't sleep with him?"
"It's none of your business," sniffed Draco. "We're only roommates, as you recall."
Harry's shoulders stiffened again. "You're pregnant with my baby," he sputtered again.
"Well spotted, Potter. And, you're pregnant with my child."
"You don't see me running about, shagging random blokes, do you?"
"It's not my fault you're a repressed prude!"
Harry crossed the room in two strides and grabbed Draco by the upper arms. "I'll show you who's a prude," he growled before seizing Draco's lips with all of the lust he'd been repressing.
They made it as far as the sofa, and the sex was brilliant.
-
"I'm going to prescribe you a potion, Mr Potter," said Healer Peppervine. "You should weigh a bit more at this stage of your pregnancy."
"He sicks up each morning," Draco said.
Harry scowled at him then turned to address the Healer.
"He doesn't eat enough, and he has trouble keeping anything down," Draco added.
"Malfoy!" Harry objected.
"It's true," Draco argued.
The Healer jotted a note on Harry's chart. "The potion will help with any nausea," she said. "In the meantime, regular exercise should help to stimulate your appetite." Healer Peppervine looked pointedly from Harry to Draco.
Harry felt his face flush as he grasped what she wasn't saying. He and Draco hadn't shagged since the night of Draco's dinner date with what's-his-name, and neither of them had mentioned it, either. On the other hand, Draco had made no effort to go out with what's-his-name again, and Harry told himself he was content with the status quo. He was getting tired of having only his own hand for company, however.
Draco began to button up his shirt. "Thank you, Healer Peppervine," he said. "We appreciate your professional advice."
-
Draco glanced at Harry when they returned home. His roommate appeared unusually sullen, but Draco reckoned he knew how to sort Harry out.
"Your bed or mine?" drawled Draco.
Harry gaped at him. "Sorry?"
"Healer Peppervine said we need to engage in stimulating exercise, and what is more stimulating than sex?"
"I...but...she never said we were meant to have sex!" Harry sputtered. If his cock could speak, it would tell him to shut up, but Harry felt that a protest was in order.
"Perhaps she didn't come right out and say it, but she certainly implied it," said Draco. He grasped Harry's hand and began tugging him up the stairs.
Harry allowed himself to be led along, although he continued to argue. "What if she meant yoga or calisthenics?"
"There will be plenty of stretching and heavy breathing involved, Harry," Draco said. He pushed open the door to his bedroom and steered Harry towards the bed. "Besides, it's my turn to top."
-
Draco prepared a simple dinner of chicken Alfredo. He and Harry ate in silence, but Draco noticed each time Harry shifted on his chair. Draco was suffused with virile pride.
Harry glanced up and caught Draco smirking at him. "Berk," he snorted, ducking his head to hide an answering grin. The sex had been stimulating, indeed, and Harry reckoned he was going to sleep well tonight.
"Don't forget to take your potion," said Draco. "Healer Peppervine recommended taking it at dinner to prevent morning sickness."
"Yes, mum," sighed Harry. He Summoned his potion from the counter and measured out the proper amount. Harry drank it and grimaced. "Ugh, that tastes awful."
"It will be worth it if it helps you feel better," said Draco. "Here, have another helping of Alfredo. You need to gain some weight."
-
The next time Harry had the urge to get out of the house, he invited Draco to go to Fortescue's with him. "Pregnant people are supposed to eat ice cream," Harry reasoned. "I think it's a law or something."
"That's absurd," Draco commented, even as he cast a glamour over himself.
"Do you want ice cream or not?"
"Yes," Draco replied, surprised to find that he was looking forward to it. Ordinarily, he considered ice cream much too mundane.
"Let's go, then," said Harry. "Shall we side-along?"
Draco nodded and took Harry's arm, Apparating them to Diagon Alley. They strolled along in companionable silence, taking the opportunity to do a little window shopping on the way.
"I want to stop at Flourish & Blotts before we go home," said Draco, pausing to gaze in the window.
"Yes, yes, later," urged Harry, grabbing Draco's hand to tug him along. "Ice cream now."
Draco just smiled and let himself be dragged in Harry's determined wake. Since he'd been taking his potion, Harry's appetite had returned with a vengeance. Draco reckoned that meant Harry ought to start exercising more, and he was just the person to help with that. For now, however, there was ice cream to eat.
No one paid them any attention as they each ordered a dish of ice cream. Harry and Draco wandered back outside to enjoy the relatively sunny day as they ate their treats.
"Mm," Harry hummed around a mouthful of chocolate goodness. He swallowed and sighed in delight. "This hits the spot."
Draco squirmed in his seat. Harry's blissful ode to his ice cream was giving Draco a stiffy. "I want to shag," he muttered.
Harry glanced up. "Sorry?"
Draco hadn't meant to say that out loud. "I said, I want to shop," he fibbed. "For books, that is."
"Are you sure you weren't meant for Ravenclaw?" Harry teased him. "You seem to have your nose buried in a book quite often."
"Malfoys have always been Sorted into Slytherin," said Draco.
Harry rested a hand over his stomach and muttered, "We'll see about that."
-
By the time they returned home, Harry was ready for a nap. Draco, it seemed, had other ideas.
"Harry, I've been thinking..."
Harry snickered, earning him a scowl from his roommate.
"Spare me your predictable sense of humor," Draco sighed before continuing. "Hear me out. I find I don't like the idea of you having sex with other blokes while you're pregnant with my child. I propose that we...well, that we see to one another's comfort for the duration of our pregnancies."
Harry was left momentarily speechless. Draco had articulated what he, himself, had felt earlier, but agreeing to be monogamous for the next several months seemed almost like a commitment. As Harry was pondering the suggestion, Draco spoke up.
"Of course, if you'd rather not, I plan to contact Bertram again. Hormones are making me randy, and, mmf..."
The rest of Draco's words were smothered in the urgent press of Harry's lips. Harry snogged Draco until they were both breathless. He then raised his head and glared at his roommate. "I'll see to your comfort," Harry declared. He turned and headed up the stairs, eyes glinting with determination. Harry was going to shag all thoughts of what's-his-name out of Draco's head, once and for all.
-
Harry and Draco maintained separate bedrooms, even though they were now shagging on a regular basis. Harry settled into his life with Draco more readily than he would have guessed. He found himself enjoying Draco's company, and he missed Draco when he left home to visit his parents. The sex was brilliant, and Harry was grateful that he could commiserate with Draco in regards to their advancing pregnancies. He was also grateful for the chance to see his baby growing inside of Draco's belly. Harry realized how much he would have missed out on had he not agreed to move in with Draco.
Harry had yet to tell anyone, other than the Weasleys, of his impending fatherhood. The only place he traveled without the glamour was to the Burrow. As Harry's stomach distended further and he became more uncomfortable, he seldom went anywhere else besides the Burrow and the appointments he shared with Draco at St Mungo's.
Healer Peppervine seemed pleased with Harry's progress.
"Your weight is where it should be now," she told him.
Harry smiled at the praise. "I've been eating better," he said.
"And I've made sure he gets plenty of stimulating exercise," added Draco.
The Healer turned away, but not before Harry saw a grin quirk her lips. He aimed a glare at Draco, only to get a cheeky wink and a flash of tongue in response. Harry's body tightened, and he drew in a sharp breath.
"Are you alright, Mr Potter?" asked Peppervine, a frown now creasing her brow.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," said Harry.
Draco continued his outrageous foreplay each time the Healer wasn't looking, and Harry was hard and aching by the time they arrived back home.
Harry dropped his glamour and glared at Draco. "If you weren't pregnant, I'd spank you," he snarled.
"If you weren't pregnant, I'd let you," Draco sassed back.
Harry bent Draco over the sofa and shagged him right there in the living room.
-
Draco was miserable, and he knew he'd get no sympathy from Harry. Any time Draco dared to complain to his partner in pregnancy, Harry would tear a strip off of him, as if Draco were solely to blame for their predicament.
"Harry, would you rub my feet?" Draco asked in a reasonable tone.
"Stop your whining," snapped Harry. "My feet hurt, too."
Draco had to grit his teeth and count to ten to keep from snarking back. "That doesn't surprise me," he said. "If I rub your feet, will you rub mine?"
Harry stared at him with narrowed eyes, alert for any subterfuge. When Draco seemed sincere, Harry relented. He shifted on the sofa and placed his feet on Draco's lap.
Draco began to massage Harry's feet, drawing a groan of pleasure from him. Draco's cock reacted with an inappropriate throb. No one in his present condition should be thinking about sex.
"Oh, that feels so good," moaned Harry.
Draco's breath quickened. He wondered how Harry would react, should he begin to rub Harry's cock, instead.
"Merlin, I think I could come just from having my feet rubbed."
Draco's resistance crumbled. Fortunately, Harry didn't put up a fight.
-
Harry bit into a lemon biscuit and hummed in pleasure. "These are fantastic, Molly," he said.
"I made enough for you to take home and share with Draco," Molly told him. "How is he, by the way?"
"He's handling pregnancy better than I am," Harry said with a sigh. "He's off to visit his parents today."
"Are you two planning to have a bonding ceremony?"
Harry took a swift gulp of tea to stall for time. He set his cup down and looked everywhere but at his hostess. "Draco mentioned it," Harry admitted, "but I'm not ready to commit to him."
"Why, Harry!" cried Molly. "The two of you are going to be parents soon. That's about as committed as two people can be!"
Harry picked at some crumbs on the table cloth. "I'm not even twenty years old yet," he said. "I don't want to commit to someone at my age."
"I understand, Harry," said Molly. "However, I was only eighteen when Arthur and I got married."
"Yeah, but you two were in love," Harry mumbled. He'd grown fond of Draco, it was true, but Harry wasn't certain he loved the git.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Molly replied with a nervous giggle.
Harry looked up at her in surprise. "Sorry?"
Molly actually blushed. "Arthur and I married because I was pregnant with Bill," she confessed. "Back in the day, having children out of wedlock just was not done. Arthur claims to have loved me all along, but for me, it took a bit longer to fall in love. However, I don't regret a moment of our marriage, and I am quite happy. I think you and Draco could be just as happy, Harry."
Not knowing how to respond, Harry simply nodded. He finished his second lemon biscuit and thanked Molly for her hospitality. Harry returned home in a thoughtful mood. He ate two more biscuits as he considered what Molly had told him.
-
"Draco, I'm randy."
Draco nearly dropped the book he was reading. He looked over at Harry, eyes going pointedly to Harry's protruding stomach, and Draco said, "You cannot be serious."
"I am, too, serious," Harry insisted. "Just because I can no longer see my cock doesn't mean I can't feel it."
"Harry, how do you propose we shag?" Draco asked. "Neither of us can bugger the other; our bellies would only get in the way. Besides, I don't think the babies would enjoy the bumpy ride."
"Suck me off," Harry said, tone wheedling.
Draco stared at him in astonishment. "There is no way I can even get into position to suck you off. You'll have to settle for a wank."
Harry slammed one hand on the arm of his chair. "This is all your fault, you twat!" he shouted. "I was enjoying my life and then you came along and knocked me up the duff, and now I'm huge and bloated and I can't play Quidditch and I'm going to have a baby and so are you and how in the hell are we going to take care of two kids when we aren't even really grown up ourselves and...Draco, are you crying?"
Draco ducked his head and blinked rapidly. "No," he lied, voice gruff. Stupid, ruddy hormones. Draco picked up his book and hid behind it, sniffling once.
"I'm sorry," Harry sighed. "It's not completely your fault, of course. Half of the blame is mine to shoulder."
Draco kept the book between them. "If you don't want your baby, I'll raise both of them," he offered.
Harry felt like a giant prat. "I do want my baby," he said. "I want yours too--"
"You can't take my baby!" cried Draco, lowering his book to glare daggers at Harry.
"That's not what I meant," Harry said. "I mean, I want to raise both babies, with you. I...I want us to be a family."
Draco's heart fluttered with hope. "Do you mean that?" he breathed.
Now that Harry had said it, he realized that he truly did mean it. After living with Draco for several months, Harry couldn't imagine his life without Draco in it. Oh, Draco was an aggravating git, but Harry found he enjoyed Draco's wit and his dry sense of humor. Life with Draco would never be dull, especially not with two children added to the mix.
Harry smiled at Draco. "Yes," he replied. "I meant it."
"Brilliant!" Draco cried. "I'll let mum know right away."
Harry's euphoria faded. "Wait," he said. "We will arrange to have a small, private ceremony. We are both far too advanced with our pregnancies to handle a large society wedding, okay?"
"If you say so, Harry," Draco said. He was grateful Harry had agreed to a formal bonding ceremony; the details were irrelevant.
-
"Here's a list, Harry."
Harry groaned and dropped his quill. "No lists," he said firmly. "The ceremony will be attended by you and me, your parents, Arthur and Molly, and the officiant. No guests!"
"This is a list of possible baby names," Draco huffed, "but if you're going to be a wanker about it, you can just...oh dear Merlin, I think I'm going to have a baby."
Harry looked up in confusion from his seat at the table. "Of course, you're going to have a baby. What are you going on about?"
"I think my water broke."
-
Healer Peppervine waved her wand over Draco's abdomen, nodded once, then said, "You're going to have this baby today, Mr Malfoy."
"I'm not ready!" Draco cried, his face white and pinched with fear.
"You may not be, Mr Malfoy, but your baby certainly is."
"You said we weren't going to have our babies for another two or three weeks!" Draco protested.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand. "You can do this," he said. "I'll be right here with you."
Draco turned his stricken face to Harry. "No, Harry, I can't have this baby yet. We were going to have our bonding ceremony first! No Malfoy has ever been born out of wedlock. How will I endure the shame? How will my poor baby be able to hold his head up in society?"
Harry winced. "There now, love," he soothed.
Healer Peppervine cleared her throat. "I can summon St Mungo's chaplain, if you'd like," she offered.
Draco's expression brightened immediately. "Harry?"
Harry nodded. He was about to become a father, and he suddenly wanted to be bonded to Draco. They were a family, and it was past time they made it official.
-
After a hasty bonding ceremony and a lengthy labor, Harry found himself gazing in awe at the tiny baby in his arms. Draco stirred on the bed, grimacing as he tried to sit up.
"I want to see her, Harry," he insisted in a hoarse voice.
Harry rose from the chair and waddled carefully to the bed. He perched on the edge and nudged the baby's pink blanket aside.
Draco reverently touched his daughter's head with his finger tips. "She has dark hair," he commented.
Harry smiled and nodded.
"At least she's not a ginger," sighed Draco.
Harry scowled at him. "She's beautiful, no matter what color her hair is," he scolded.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," said Draco. "It's just that Malfoys have always been blond."
"Are you certain she's yours?" quipped Harry.
Draco shot him a dirty look before his expression softened once more as he turned his gaze to the baby. "I want to hold her."
Harry cautiously transferred the baby to Draco's arms. He stood and rose to the balls of his feet, wincing as he tried to rub his back.
"Do you feel all right?" asked Draco, eyes flicking anxiously to Harry. "You're not going into labor, too, are you?"
"No, I'm not going into labor," said Harry. "As to how I feel, I feel pregnant." Harry moved to the chair next to Draco's bed and lowered himself into it awkwardly. "Our daughter needs a name," he said.
Draco fidgeted with her blanket, a sure sign that he was nervous. "I didn't get a chance to show you the list of names I came up with," he mumbled.
Draco appeared so distraught that Harry couldn't be cross with him. He stifled a sigh of irritation and asked, "What did you have in mind?"
Draco glanced up at Harry before returning his attention to the baby. "I want to name her Lily Isabelle," he said quietly. Harry's heart nearly burst with joy, until Draco quelled it by adding, "But, I want her to go by Isabelle. It's just that Isabelle Lily didn't sound quite right, but I wanted to honor your mum, and this was the best-"
"Draco."
Draco glanced at Harry again.
Harry smiled at him. "Lily Isabelle is a lovely name."
-
Harry found the small parlor where family and friends waited for news.
"There you are, Harry!" cried Molly, rushing to enfold him in a tender hug. "How is Draco? Is the baby okay?"
Harry extricated himself from Molly's embrace and looked at the anxious faces surrounding him; Molly and Arthur were present, along with Draco's parents. "Please sit down, everyone," Harry sighed.
Narcissa Malfoy gasped, and her hand flew to her throat. "Has something happened?"
"We've had a baby," Harry deadpanned. "However, there's more." He gestured for everyone to sit and gingerly lowered himself into a chair, as well. "The chaplain at St Mungo's performed a bonding ceremony before the baby was born," said Harry. "Draco and I are now officially married."
Narcissa opened her mouth, and Harry held up a hand for silence. "It was Draco's wish that the baby not be born out of wedlock," he said. "We can have another ceremony at a later date, preferably after our second child is born."
"Is the child a boy?" asked Lucius.
Harry felt a perverse sense of satisfaction in disappointing him. "We have a daughter," he said, "and her name is Lily Isabelle."
-
Harry hated Draco. While his husband was now feeling much better after giving birth, Harry was still suffering. He was semi-reclining on the sofa, feet propped up on a pillow, as Draco rocked Isabelle to sleep.
"This is all your fault," Harry grumbled.
"You'll forget about how miserable you are now once your baby is born," said Draco. "I know I did."
Harry merely snorted in response.
"Healer Peppervine says you'll go into labor within a week, two at the most."
"Healer Peppervine can kiss my arse," Harry muttered.
"Mind your tongue, Harry. Isabelle can hear you."
Harry's heavy eyes snapped open, and he glared at Draco. "Isabelle is asleep, and even if she wasn't, I doubt she understands what I'm saying."
"Perhaps not, but your tone can convey itself to her," Draco scolded. He softened the lecture by adding, "Would you like to hold her?"
"I don't have a lap, in case you haven't noticed."
"You needn't bite my head off, Harry," snapped Draco. "I simply feel it's important that you bond with her."
Harry felt instantly contrite. He did want to bond with his daughter, and he mustn't let his own discomfort get in the way of that. Harry held his arms out and said, "Bring her here."
Draco rose from the rocking chair and settled Isabelle in the crook of Harry's arm, taking care not to jostle Harry's distended stomach.
Harry gazed down at his infant daughter and felt his heart melt. He prodded her tiny hand with a finger, smiling when her fingers latched onto him so trustingly. "Hello, Lilybelle," Harry cooed.
On his way to the kitchen, Draco halted and turned around. "What did you call her?"
-
Harry was in hell.
The Malfoys were here, and all he wanted to do was sleep for a week. Draco and his mum were upstairs with Isabelle, making plans for the nursery. Harry was left to entertain Lucius Malfoy. He would have feigned a headache and made his escape, but getting up seemed to be too much effort.
Silence reigned in the living room.
Eventually, Lucius leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Are you certain that baby is Draco's?"
Harry was gobsmacked. "Excuse me?!" he cried.
Draco's irritated voice floated down the stairs. "Father, stop antagonizing Harry, or I will ask you to leave."
Lucius scowled at Harry, while Harry smirked at him, pleased that Draco had defended him. Harry decided to do the mature thing and put old Lucius' mind at ease. "Yes, I'm positive this is Draco's baby," he said. Harry refused to give any further details.
Surprisingly, Lucius relaxed at the news. "Potter, I need you to have a boy," he said. "Someone has to carry on the Malfoy name."
Harry managed not to roll his eyes, but barely. "Now that Draco and I are married," he drawled, "our last name is Potter."
"Excuse me?!"
"Harry, stop antagonizing my father, or I'll send you to your room, just see if I don't!"
It was Harry's turn to scowl. Draco certainly knew how to ruin a spot of fun. "I was only winding you up," Harry admitted to Lucius. "Draco and I hyphenated our last names. We are now Harry and Draco Potter-Malfoy."
Lucius nodded slowly as he absorbed the news. "That is acceptable," he said.
Harry was about to tell him to stuff his acceptability, but an uncomfortable sensation side-tracked him. "I'm going to have a baby," Harry gasped.
"Clearly," sniffed Lucius, looking pointedly at Harry's distended stomach.
Harry grimaced. "No, I mean to say, I am going to have a baby now."
Lucius' face whitened. "Narcissa!" he bellowed.
-
Following a lengthy labor (the second longest labor in history, according to Draco), Harry delivered a healthy baby boy.
Harry gazed uncertainly at the baby in his arms. "She's bald," he said, "and she's a boy."
"Er, yes, Harry, we have a son," Draco said. "He's not bald, however. His hair is simply very blond and fine. Isn't he wonderful?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, eyes still riveted to the baby. "I wanted a girl, though."
"Did you want Isabelle to have a sister to play with?"
Harry shook his head. "No, I wanted to disappoint your father."
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "Shame on you!"
Harry shot him a guilty glance before looking back at the baby. Harry's gentle smile faded when he thought of something. "Where's Lilybelle?!" he blurted.
"Isabelle is at home with my parents," said Draco. "Mum agreed to watch her so I could be here with you."
Harry relaxed, and he resumed gently touching the baby's face and counting his fingers and toes. "I miss Lilybelle," he muttered.
Draco brushed Harry's fringe away from his eyes and smiled at him. "You'll be home in another day or two, and we can all be together as a family."
Harry looked up at Draco, and he wondered if he was falling in love. Draco interrupted Harry's tender thoughts when he asked, "What shall we name our son?"
-
Draco stepped from the Floo and immediately claimed Isabelle from his mother.
"Draco, we've been worried," said Narcissa. "I thought you would have at least sent us an owl. Did Harry have the baby?"
Draco puffed up with pride. "Harry gave birth to a fine, healthy boy," he announced.
"Thank Merlin," sighed Lucius. "I hoped Potter would come through."
Draco glared at his father. "His name is Potter-Malfoy now, and are you suggesting that Isabelle is less precious than her brother is?"
As if sensing the peril he was in, Lucius began to back-pedal. "Of course not, Draco," he said. "Isabelle is delightful, but she will eventually marry and change her name, whereas...what did you say my grandson's name is?"
Draco's glower didn't waver as he replied, "We've named him Lucius Isaac. It was Harry's idea, and you would do well to remember that, father."
Lucius looked like he'd been handed a decade's worth of Christmases all at once. Draco deflated his father's euphoria when he added, "Of course, we plan to call him Isaac. Since the babies are almost twins, we wanted them to have similar names."
"Isabelle and Isaac," Narcissa murmured. "Oh, Draco, you've made us so happy. Isn't that right, Lucius?"
Draco's father nodded and said, "I'm proud of you son, and if you should decide you want to annul your marriage to Potter, I know who can expedite matters."
Several weeks later...
Harry was awakened by the unpleasant sensation of being watched. He opened his eyes to find Draco's blurry face mere inches from his own. "Were you planning to smother me with a pillow?" he groused.
"No, but now that you mention it, I'll keep it in mind the next time you start to snore," Draco countered. He then grinned and asked, "Do you know what today is?"
"Erm, Tuesday?"
"Isabelle was born exactly six weeks ago today, which means-"
"We can have sex," Harry breathed. He shoved the covers back and sat up. "Wait, are the babies okay?"
"I've already checked on Isaac and Isabelle, and they're still sleeping," said Draco. "We'll have to be quick and quiet, mind you."
Harry was already yanking off his pyjama top. After weeks without sex, it was bound to be quick. Harry scooted close to Draco and draped half of his body over his husband's. "Open wide," he leered.
"Hold up, Harry," said Draco, squeezing his knees together. "Don't forget the contraceptive charm."
"Maybe I want a large family," Harry said.
"I want a large family, too," said Draco, "but let's wait for a year or two, yeah?"
Harry didn't argue; he already had everything he wanted.
Cross-posted to harrydracompreg