Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #118
A mere week into December, and I'm already tired. No rest for the wicked, however!
This month's JMDC prompt is news flash. Use it any way you wish. You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until December 31 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Regrettable Decision 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mpreg
Word count: 575
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #118 - news flash
♦ Gift for JMDC #117 winner dracogotgame, who asked for more of Regrettable Decision
Summary: Harry has more regrets than Draco does, at this point.
"This is vile."
Harry glanced up from his dinner of Thai take-out to see Malfoy's face twisted in revulsion. "News flash," said Harry, "the combination of pickles and ice cream is as vile tasting as it sounds."
"Are you mocking me?" Malfoy snapped from across the table. He shoved away the bowl of vanilla ice cream, which was garnished with dill pickles.
"You are the one who insisted, no demanded, I fetch you pickles and ice cream," said Harry. "So, yes, I am making fun of you, you wanker."
Malfoy glowered at him a moment longer, then transferred his scowl to the dish in front of him. "I had no idea the combination would be so...so vile."
Harry slammed his fork down on the table. "I knew it!" he cried. "You didn't want pickles with ice cream; you just wanted to be difficult."
Malfoy's lips twitched.
"Get out," Harry growled. He was utterly fed up with pandering to the prat in his kitchen.
"You can't throw me out! I'm pregnant with your child!"
Harry didn't want to argue; he just wanted to crawl into bed and die. "Look, Malfoy," he said with a heavy sigh. "I took you shopping for baby items, and I got you something to eat. I think it's time you leave. You need your rest, you know." And, so do I.
"Fine," Malfoy sniffed as he stood up. "I'm leaving, but I'll be back. Potter."
"Godric help me," muttered Harry.
~*~
"Wake up, we have things to do today."
Harry cracked one eye open and groaned as light flooded into the room. He started to pull the covers over his head, then abruptly flung them back and sat up. Harry gaped at the intruder in his bedroom. "How did you get in here?!"
"Your wards allowed me through," Malfoy replied with a casual shrug. "I reckon it's because I'm carrying your child."
Harry groaned again and flopped back against his pillows. "Why me?" he whined, bemoaning his fate.
"I have been asking myself that same question," said Malfoy. "Of all the blokes I've slept with, why were you the one who succeeded in knocking me up the duff? It's maddening, I assure you."
Harry glared up at him. "Get out," he ordered, pointing dramatically at the door.
Malfoy snorted and headed in that direction. "Get up, get showered, and get dressed," he said. "You have fifteen minutes. Don't make me have to come back in here." The last was said with a sneer as he looked around Harry's messy bedroom before slamming the door on his way out.
~*~
Harry stumbled past Malfoy and helped himself to the tea that was warming on the stove. "Thank you," he mumbled ungraciously.
"You're welcome," Malfoy shot back. "Drink up, Potter. You are going to treat me to a decent breakfast, and then we need to get the nursery sorted."
Tea shot out of Harry's nose, and he coughed and wheezed. "S-sorry?" he croaked.
"Breakfast. Nursery."
Harry set his cup aside and wiped his mouth with a serviette. "The baby won't be born for months yet!" he cried. "Why do we need to worry about the nursery now?!"
"Because I'm less likely to kill you now than I will be in several months," Malfoy replied, gray eyes flashing a challenge.
Harry shuddered as he considered how much worse Malfoy would become as his pregnancy progressed. "Point taken," he admitted gruffly. Harry reached for his tea once more, then bypassed it in favor of grabbing a bottle of Scotch from the cupboard.
This was going to be a long day.
Regrettable Decision 4
This month's JMDC prompt is news flash. Use it any way you wish. You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until December 31 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Regrettable Decision 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mpreg
Word count: 575
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #118 - news flash
♦ Gift for JMDC #117 winner dracogotgame, who asked for more of Regrettable Decision
Summary: Harry has more regrets than Draco does, at this point.
"This is vile."
Harry glanced up from his dinner of Thai take-out to see Malfoy's face twisted in revulsion. "News flash," said Harry, "the combination of pickles and ice cream is as vile tasting as it sounds."
"Are you mocking me?" Malfoy snapped from across the table. He shoved away the bowl of vanilla ice cream, which was garnished with dill pickles.
"You are the one who insisted, no demanded, I fetch you pickles and ice cream," said Harry. "So, yes, I am making fun of you, you wanker."
Malfoy glowered at him a moment longer, then transferred his scowl to the dish in front of him. "I had no idea the combination would be so...so vile."
Harry slammed his fork down on the table. "I knew it!" he cried. "You didn't want pickles with ice cream; you just wanted to be difficult."
Malfoy's lips twitched.
"Get out," Harry growled. He was utterly fed up with pandering to the prat in his kitchen.
"You can't throw me out! I'm pregnant with your child!"
Harry didn't want to argue; he just wanted to crawl into bed and die. "Look, Malfoy," he said with a heavy sigh. "I took you shopping for baby items, and I got you something to eat. I think it's time you leave. You need your rest, you know." And, so do I.
"Fine," Malfoy sniffed as he stood up. "I'm leaving, but I'll be back. Potter."
"Godric help me," muttered Harry.
~*~
"Wake up, we have things to do today."
Harry cracked one eye open and groaned as light flooded into the room. He started to pull the covers over his head, then abruptly flung them back and sat up. Harry gaped at the intruder in his bedroom. "How did you get in here?!"
"Your wards allowed me through," Malfoy replied with a casual shrug. "I reckon it's because I'm carrying your child."
Harry groaned again and flopped back against his pillows. "Why me?" he whined, bemoaning his fate.
"I have been asking myself that same question," said Malfoy. "Of all the blokes I've slept with, why were you the one who succeeded in knocking me up the duff? It's maddening, I assure you."
Harry glared up at him. "Get out," he ordered, pointing dramatically at the door.
Malfoy snorted and headed in that direction. "Get up, get showered, and get dressed," he said. "You have fifteen minutes. Don't make me have to come back in here." The last was said with a sneer as he looked around Harry's messy bedroom before slamming the door on his way out.
~*~
Harry stumbled past Malfoy and helped himself to the tea that was warming on the stove. "Thank you," he mumbled ungraciously.
"You're welcome," Malfoy shot back. "Drink up, Potter. You are going to treat me to a decent breakfast, and then we need to get the nursery sorted."
Tea shot out of Harry's nose, and he coughed and wheezed. "S-sorry?" he croaked.
"Breakfast. Nursery."
Harry set his cup aside and wiped his mouth with a serviette. "The baby won't be born for months yet!" he cried. "Why do we need to worry about the nursery now?!"
"Because I'm less likely to kill you now than I will be in several months," Malfoy replied, gray eyes flashing a challenge.
Harry shuddered as he considered how much worse Malfoy would become as his pregnancy progressed. "Point taken," he admitted gruffly. Harry reached for his tea once more, then bypassed it in favor of grabbing a bottle of Scotch from the cupboard.
This was going to be a long day.
Regrettable Decision 4