Regrettable Decision
Title: Regrettable Decision
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, mpreg, language
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1020
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for white_dynasty, using the prompts mpreg, reluctant!Draco, non-established
Summary: A one-off leads to so much more.
Harry's cock spurted, and he groaned through one of the best orgasms of his young life. As enjoyable as it was to fight with Malfoy, Harry had just discovered that fucking Malfoy was far superior. He slumped over Malfoy's back and tried to catch his breath.
"Get off of me, you peasant," spat Malfoy, wiggling with irritation.
Harry pulled out more quickly than he should have, causing Malfoy to wince and hurl curses at him. Harry didn't care; Malfoy deserved that.
Malfoy rolled over and aimed a kick in Harry's general direction, which Harry expertly dodged. "Get out," he ordered.
"It's a hotel room, Malfoy."
"A room that I rented," Malfoy countered. "There's the door."
"Cunt," Harry muttered as he slid off the bed and gathered his scattered clothing. Once dressed, Harry drew his wand and Apparated out, not bothering with the door.
~*~
Harry's one-off with Malfoy provided plenty of wank fantasy fodder, but what he really wanted to do was tumble the prickly git into bed again. Of course, if the opportunity presented itself, Harry would shag Malfoy on a sofa, over the table, or up against a wall. Harry's aching cock agreed. It wanted Malfoy, too. Badly.
Over the ensuing weeks, Harry concocted and rejected several schemes designed with one goal in mind: to get between Malfoy's long legs again. Therefore, Harry was stunned when the object of his desire arrived, unannounced, at his front door one evening.
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed. "What brings-"
"Potter, I require a knife and several thousand galleons."
"...you...sorry?"
"A knife, Potter," Malfoy insisted. "Preferably a dull one, but if it belongs to you, I imagine that's a given."
Harry was having trouble keeping up. He decided to tackle one topic at a time. "Why do you need a knife?"
Malfoy's eyes flashed with anger. "I intend to castrate you with it."
Harry cringed, and he automatically placed a protective hand over his bits. "But, why?!"
"Because you've managed to knock me up the duff, you despicable twat!"
Harry reeled back from a combination of shock at Malfoy's words and from the sheer vehemence they were delivered in. His mouth opened, but no sound emerged.
"Don't forget the galleons, Potter," Malfoy said. "You're going to pay for this debacle one way or another."
"Pregnant?!" Harry wheezed. "But, how..."
"I let you bugger me, you dolt," snapped Malfoy. "It was a regrettable decision, made even more so by the unfortunate result."
Harry was still coming to terms with the information Malfoy had imparted. His head was spinning, and he turned away and plodded into his flat, where he slumped onto the sofa. Malfoy followed, closing the door in his wake and looking around Harry's home with a sneer on his pointy face. Harry had a sudden, awful thought.
"What do you need the money for?"
"Baby things!" cried Malfoy, flapping his hands for emphasis. "Paternity wear, pickles and ice cream, and ointment for stretch marks. There's also the expense of a live-in nanny to consider, but we can address that issue once the baby is born."
Harry found himself nearly wilting with relief. "You plan to keep it, then?"
"What would you have me do with it, Potter? Sell it to the Muggles?"
Harry didn't bother telling Malfoy that he'd been afraid Malfoy wanted to terminate the pregnancy. He settled for nodding, then Harry said, "I want to help raise the baby, Malfoy."
"I think you've done enough, Potter."
Harry's jaw tightened, and he stood up to confront Malfoy. "That's my baby...wait, are you certain it's mine?"
Malfoy stepped forward and gave Harry a shove. It was forceful enough to plant Harry back on the sofa again. "Yes, I'm sure it's yours!" he growled. "I was in the midst of a dry spell, which is the only reason I consented to entertain your cock that night."
"And, since then?" Harry pressed.
"Considering the timing, it can only be yours," said Malfoy.
Harry's lips thinned. Malfoy hadn't denied having sex since their one-off, and Harry had to tamp down a surge of jealousy. He stood up again, backing Malfoy off. "I'm not going to just blithely give you money, Malfoy," said Harry. "I'll go shopping for baby things with you, and I'll pay for the items you need."
Malfoy appeared aghast at the suggestion. "I don't wish to be seen in public with you, Potter! It will be horrible enough when news of my pregnancy leaks. Should it become known that you're the father, it would be a travesty."
"What would be so terrible about it?!"
"Why, I'll be excommunicated from the Slytherin Alumni Club! Imagine the scandal if it got out that I bottomed for the Gryffindor Who Lived."
A muscle twitched in Harry's jaw. "Would you rather it be bandied about that you bottomed for Marcus Flint or Gregory Goyle?"
"Ugh," Malfoy sneered. His expression grew thoughtful. "Perhaps I can convince Nott to take the blame. He's a blond."
Harry clenched his hands into fists. "What if the baby has red hair, like my mum?"
Malfoy actually paled. "A ginger?! Salazar forbid!" He staggered over to a chair and sat down heavily.
Harry took pity on him. "Let's not argue about it any more, Malfoy," he suggested. "What's done is done, and all we can do is go forward from here. If that is, indeed, my baby, then I want to be a part of his or her life. If that means I must bear the shame of having slept with a Slytherin, then so be it." The last was a direct jab, and Malfoy rose to the bait.
"How dare you?!" he spat. "I'll have you know that most blokes consider it an honor to be allowed the privilege of shagging me."
"That's another thing," said Harry. Now that Malfoy had mentioned it, the subject needed to be addressed. "You won't be entertaining any other blokes while you're pregnant with my baby."
Malfoy lurched to his feet and leaned forward aggressively. "You're not my keeper," he said. "I'll do whatever, and whomever, I want!"
"The hell you will!"
"The hell I won't!"
Before Harry could counter, Malfoy drew his wand and Disapparated. Harry was left staring at the empty space where Malfoy had been. He sighed and flopped down on the sofa once more. The next several months were going to be interesting, to say the least.
Regrettable Decision 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, mpreg, language
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1020
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for white_dynasty, using the prompts mpreg, reluctant!Draco, non-established
Summary: A one-off leads to so much more.
Harry's cock spurted, and he groaned through one of the best orgasms of his young life. As enjoyable as it was to fight with Malfoy, Harry had just discovered that fucking Malfoy was far superior. He slumped over Malfoy's back and tried to catch his breath.
"Get off of me, you peasant," spat Malfoy, wiggling with irritation.
Harry pulled out more quickly than he should have, causing Malfoy to wince and hurl curses at him. Harry didn't care; Malfoy deserved that.
Malfoy rolled over and aimed a kick in Harry's general direction, which Harry expertly dodged. "Get out," he ordered.
"It's a hotel room, Malfoy."
"A room that I rented," Malfoy countered. "There's the door."
"Cunt," Harry muttered as he slid off the bed and gathered his scattered clothing. Once dressed, Harry drew his wand and Apparated out, not bothering with the door.
~*~
Harry's one-off with Malfoy provided plenty of wank fantasy fodder, but what he really wanted to do was tumble the prickly git into bed again. Of course, if the opportunity presented itself, Harry would shag Malfoy on a sofa, over the table, or up against a wall. Harry's aching cock agreed. It wanted Malfoy, too. Badly.
Over the ensuing weeks, Harry concocted and rejected several schemes designed with one goal in mind: to get between Malfoy's long legs again. Therefore, Harry was stunned when the object of his desire arrived, unannounced, at his front door one evening.
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed. "What brings-"
"Potter, I require a knife and several thousand galleons."
"...you...sorry?"
"A knife, Potter," Malfoy insisted. "Preferably a dull one, but if it belongs to you, I imagine that's a given."
Harry was having trouble keeping up. He decided to tackle one topic at a time. "Why do you need a knife?"
Malfoy's eyes flashed with anger. "I intend to castrate you with it."
Harry cringed, and he automatically placed a protective hand over his bits. "But, why?!"
"Because you've managed to knock me up the duff, you despicable twat!"
Harry reeled back from a combination of shock at Malfoy's words and from the sheer vehemence they were delivered in. His mouth opened, but no sound emerged.
"Don't forget the galleons, Potter," Malfoy said. "You're going to pay for this debacle one way or another."
"Pregnant?!" Harry wheezed. "But, how..."
"I let you bugger me, you dolt," snapped Malfoy. "It was a regrettable decision, made even more so by the unfortunate result."
Harry was still coming to terms with the information Malfoy had imparted. His head was spinning, and he turned away and plodded into his flat, where he slumped onto the sofa. Malfoy followed, closing the door in his wake and looking around Harry's home with a sneer on his pointy face. Harry had a sudden, awful thought.
"What do you need the money for?"
"Baby things!" cried Malfoy, flapping his hands for emphasis. "Paternity wear, pickles and ice cream, and ointment for stretch marks. There's also the expense of a live-in nanny to consider, but we can address that issue once the baby is born."
Harry found himself nearly wilting with relief. "You plan to keep it, then?"
"What would you have me do with it, Potter? Sell it to the Muggles?"
Harry didn't bother telling Malfoy that he'd been afraid Malfoy wanted to terminate the pregnancy. He settled for nodding, then Harry said, "I want to help raise the baby, Malfoy."
"I think you've done enough, Potter."
Harry's jaw tightened, and he stood up to confront Malfoy. "That's my baby...wait, are you certain it's mine?"
Malfoy stepped forward and gave Harry a shove. It was forceful enough to plant Harry back on the sofa again. "Yes, I'm sure it's yours!" he growled. "I was in the midst of a dry spell, which is the only reason I consented to entertain your cock that night."
"And, since then?" Harry pressed.
"Considering the timing, it can only be yours," said Malfoy.
Harry's lips thinned. Malfoy hadn't denied having sex since their one-off, and Harry had to tamp down a surge of jealousy. He stood up again, backing Malfoy off. "I'm not going to just blithely give you money, Malfoy," said Harry. "I'll go shopping for baby things with you, and I'll pay for the items you need."
Malfoy appeared aghast at the suggestion. "I don't wish to be seen in public with you, Potter! It will be horrible enough when news of my pregnancy leaks. Should it become known that you're the father, it would be a travesty."
"What would be so terrible about it?!"
"Why, I'll be excommunicated from the Slytherin Alumni Club! Imagine the scandal if it got out that I bottomed for the Gryffindor Who Lived."
A muscle twitched in Harry's jaw. "Would you rather it be bandied about that you bottomed for Marcus Flint or Gregory Goyle?"
"Ugh," Malfoy sneered. His expression grew thoughtful. "Perhaps I can convince Nott to take the blame. He's a blond."
Harry clenched his hands into fists. "What if the baby has red hair, like my mum?"
Malfoy actually paled. "A ginger?! Salazar forbid!" He staggered over to a chair and sat down heavily.
Harry took pity on him. "Let's not argue about it any more, Malfoy," he suggested. "What's done is done, and all we can do is go forward from here. If that is, indeed, my baby, then I want to be a part of his or her life. If that means I must bear the shame of having slept with a Slytherin, then so be it." The last was a direct jab, and Malfoy rose to the bait.
"How dare you?!" he spat. "I'll have you know that most blokes consider it an honor to be allowed the privilege of shagging me."
"That's another thing," said Harry. Now that Malfoy had mentioned it, the subject needed to be addressed. "You won't be entertaining any other blokes while you're pregnant with my baby."
Malfoy lurched to his feet and leaned forward aggressively. "You're not my keeper," he said. "I'll do whatever, and whomever, I want!"
"The hell you will!"
"The hell I won't!"
Before Harry could counter, Malfoy drew his wand and Disapparated. Harry was left staring at the empty space where Malfoy had been. He sighed and flopped down on the sofa once more. The next several months were going to be interesting, to say the least.
Regrettable Decision 2