Blank Space 6
Title: Blank Space 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mpreg, suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for adafrog, who requested more of Blank Space
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 241 - circumstances
Summary: Draco and Potter lose their focus.
Potter stared at Draco for a long moment before speaking. "I'm not pregnant."
Draco sighed. "Yes, you are."
"I don't believe you," Potter insisted. "Are you just saying that so I'll marry you?"
"Salazar's sweaty socks," muttered Draco. "Under any other circumstances, I would punch you in the nose for suggesting such a thing. However, considering we're pregnant--both of us--we cannot engage in fisticuffs."
"I don't understand why you keep saying that I'm pregnant!" cried Potter.
"Listen to me," said Draco. "There is an ancient family tapestry in the Manor. Each time a new Malfoy heir is born, his or her name magically appears on the tapestry. However, before the baby is born, a blank space appears beneath the mother or father's name, whichever of them is a Malfoy. Recently, a blank space appeared beneath my name. Since I've only been having sex with you, I knew it meant either you or I was up the duff. I came to tell you, remember? But you, er, distracted me, and I left without saying anything. The following morning, there was a second blank space beneath my name. That can only mean that you are pregnant with the first heir, and you planted one in me the other night. Do you understand?"
"Godric's glittering grimoire," breathed Potter, his face ashen.
"I'm glad you...wait. Gryffindor's grimoire is bedazzled?"
"Focus, Malfoy!" snapped Potter. "We're going to be a family. We need to make plans. We should probably get married. Bloody hell, your mum will kill us. Ron will kill us. Ginny will definitely kill us, and then Hermione will kill us again. Parkinson will likely-"
"Potter! Focus!" Draco took a gulp of water before continuing. "No one is going to kill us. If you're scared, I'll protect you." His statement got the desired reaction.
Potter straightened in his chair; his eyes flashed and his jaw firmed. "Nonsense," he gritted. "I'll be the one protecting you. I'll hex anyone who dares to look at you cross-eyed. You're carrying my baby."
Draco didn't bother pointing out that Potter was carrying his baby. "I'm relieved that you're on my side."
Potter leered at him. "I'd rather be on your-"
"Focus!"
Blank Space 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mpreg, suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for adafrog, who requested more of Blank Space
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 241 - circumstances
Summary: Draco and Potter lose their focus.
Potter stared at Draco for a long moment before speaking. "I'm not pregnant."
Draco sighed. "Yes, you are."
"I don't believe you," Potter insisted. "Are you just saying that so I'll marry you?"
"Salazar's sweaty socks," muttered Draco. "Under any other circumstances, I would punch you in the nose for suggesting such a thing. However, considering we're pregnant--both of us--we cannot engage in fisticuffs."
"I don't understand why you keep saying that I'm pregnant!" cried Potter.
"Listen to me," said Draco. "There is an ancient family tapestry in the Manor. Each time a new Malfoy heir is born, his or her name magically appears on the tapestry. However, before the baby is born, a blank space appears beneath the mother or father's name, whichever of them is a Malfoy. Recently, a blank space appeared beneath my name. Since I've only been having sex with you, I knew it meant either you or I was up the duff. I came to tell you, remember? But you, er, distracted me, and I left without saying anything. The following morning, there was a second blank space beneath my name. That can only mean that you are pregnant with the first heir, and you planted one in me the other night. Do you understand?"
"Godric's glittering grimoire," breathed Potter, his face ashen.
"I'm glad you...wait. Gryffindor's grimoire is bedazzled?"
"Focus, Malfoy!" snapped Potter. "We're going to be a family. We need to make plans. We should probably get married. Bloody hell, your mum will kill us. Ron will kill us. Ginny will definitely kill us, and then Hermione will kill us again. Parkinson will likely-"
"Potter! Focus!" Draco took a gulp of water before continuing. "No one is going to kill us. If you're scared, I'll protect you." His statement got the desired reaction.
Potter straightened in his chair; his eyes flashed and his jaw firmed. "Nonsense," he gritted. "I'll be the one protecting you. I'll hex anyone who dares to look at you cross-eyed. You're carrying my baby."
Draco didn't bother pointing out that Potter was carrying his baby. "I'm relieved that you're on my side."
Potter leered at him. "I'd rather be on your-"
"Focus!"
Blank Space 7