Blank Space 61
Title: Blank Space 61
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mpreg, bickering
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:
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 328 - gigantic
♦ hp_bunintheoven March Prompt - swollen ankles
Summary: Two crabby blokes
Draco was busy writing in his pregnancy journal, minding his own business, when his dastardly husband flopped onto the sofa next to him. Draco's quill slipped, smearing ink across the page.
"Now look what you made me do, you clumsy, buggering idiot!" he snapped.
"Shut your gob," Harry snapped back. "I want to put my feet up." He put words to action, placing his stockinged feet on the coffee table.
"Do you have swollen ankles?" jibed Draco. "That's a common symptom of pregnancy."
Harry tugged the leg of his trousers up to look. "I don't think they're swollen," he said.
"Not yet, perhaps," said Draco. "Just wait."
"Make jokes all you want," grumbled Harry. "Remember, however, that whatever horrible symptoms I get, you'll be getting, too. In fact, I bet when your ankles swell, they'll be gigantic. Ouch!" he bleated when Draco smacked him with his pregnancy journal.
"Shut your gob," Draco snarled. He focused his magic to Vanish the bit of ink that had sullied his journal and bent back to the task of writing in it.
"Why don't you start measuring your ankles each day and tracking that in your journal?"
Draco turned to glare at Harry. "I thought I told you to shut it."
"You don't get to tell me what to do."
Draco drew in a breath to continue the argument, then realized how petty they were being. He settled for snorting out his breath and then proceeded to ignore Harry.
Apparently, Harry didn't like to be ignored. "Draaaa-co," he whined. "I'm bored."
"Write in your pregnancy journal," Draco told him, giving one shoulder a half-shrug.
"I don't want to; it's boring."
Draco side-eyed him until Harry relented with an annoyed huff. He retrieved his own pregnancy journal and Summoned a quill.
"I don't know what to write," said Harry. "I think I'll draw something instead."
Draco found the idea intriguing. "What do you plan to draw?"
Harry smirked. "A picture of you with enormous ankles."
"Don't you dare," Draco seethed.
Harry laughed at him. "Don't worry," he said. "I have no artistic talent, unlike you."
"Me?"
"Yes, don't you recall that drawing you made of me getting struck by lightning?"
Blank Space 62
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mpreg, bickering
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:
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 328 - gigantic
♦ hp_bunintheoven March Prompt - swollen ankles
Summary: Two crabby blokes
Draco was busy writing in his pregnancy journal, minding his own business, when his dastardly husband flopped onto the sofa next to him. Draco's quill slipped, smearing ink across the page.
"Now look what you made me do, you clumsy, buggering idiot!" he snapped.
"Shut your gob," Harry snapped back. "I want to put my feet up." He put words to action, placing his stockinged feet on the coffee table.
"Do you have swollen ankles?" jibed Draco. "That's a common symptom of pregnancy."
Harry tugged the leg of his trousers up to look. "I don't think they're swollen," he said.
"Not yet, perhaps," said Draco. "Just wait."
"Make jokes all you want," grumbled Harry. "Remember, however, that whatever horrible symptoms I get, you'll be getting, too. In fact, I bet when your ankles swell, they'll be gigantic. Ouch!" he bleated when Draco smacked him with his pregnancy journal.
"Shut your gob," Draco snarled. He focused his magic to Vanish the bit of ink that had sullied his journal and bent back to the task of writing in it.
"Why don't you start measuring your ankles each day and tracking that in your journal?"
Draco turned to glare at Harry. "I thought I told you to shut it."
"You don't get to tell me what to do."
Draco drew in a breath to continue the argument, then realized how petty they were being. He settled for snorting out his breath and then proceeded to ignore Harry.
Apparently, Harry didn't like to be ignored. "Draaaa-co," he whined. "I'm bored."
"Write in your pregnancy journal," Draco told him, giving one shoulder a half-shrug.
"I don't want to; it's boring."
Draco side-eyed him until Harry relented with an annoyed huff. He retrieved his own pregnancy journal and Summoned a quill.
"I don't know what to write," said Harry. "I think I'll draw something instead."
Draco found the idea intriguing. "What do you plan to draw?"
Harry smirked. "A picture of you with enormous ankles."
"Don't you dare," Draco seethed.
Harry laughed at him. "Don't worry," he said. "I have no artistic talent, unlike you."
"Me?"
"Yes, don't you recall that drawing you made of me getting struck by lightning?"
Blank Space 62