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Title: Blank Space 70
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mpreg, very strong suggestion
Word count: 265
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hp_bunintheoven January prompt - breathless
Summary: Some enjoy pregnant sex moreso than others.
Draco sprawled across the bed, breathless, pleasantly sore, and utterly sated. "That was...mmm..." He couldn't even finish the thought.
Beside him, Harry yawned. "Who knew pregnant sex would be so brilliant?"
"Mr and Mrs Weasley?"
Harry goggled at Draco and then laughed. "That would explain why they had so many children. At the moment, however, I need a snooze."
Draco considered that a splendid idea. He fumbled around until he snagged the edge of the duvet and tugged it up over their bare bodies.
"Oof," huffed Harry.
"Hmm?" Draco murmured drowsily.
"I think the baby just punted my spleen."
"He's moving?" asked Draco, perking up. "Let me feel." He fumbled out with his hand again.
"...that's not my stomach."
"Perhaps not, but I felt it move."
"Draco! Are you trying to kill me? I need to rest before we shag again."
Draco shifted until he was lying on his side. He smirked down at Harry. "It's my turn to top any way."
"You can't possibly be ready again so soon," scoffed Harry. "You're older than I am."
"By two months!"
Harry chortled. "I'm also six weeks pregnanter."
"That's not a word," Draco said, brow furrowed in a frown.
Harry flung an arm over his eyes. "Who cares?" he mumbled. "Wake me up in half an hour." He yawned again, and within moments his breathing had evened out.
Draco poked him gently, and Harry snorted in his sleep. Admitting defeat, Draco sighed and rolled onto his back with a yawn of his own. He grunted in discomfort when his baby gave him a surprisingly strong kick.
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Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mpreg, very strong suggestion
Word count: 265
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hp_bunintheoven January prompt - breathless
Summary: Some enjoy pregnant sex moreso than others.
Draco sprawled across the bed, breathless, pleasantly sore, and utterly sated. "That was...mmm..." He couldn't even finish the thought.
Beside him, Harry yawned. "Who knew pregnant sex would be so brilliant?"
"Mr and Mrs Weasley?"
Harry goggled at Draco and then laughed. "That would explain why they had so many children. At the moment, however, I need a snooze."
Draco considered that a splendid idea. He fumbled around until he snagged the edge of the duvet and tugged it up over their bare bodies.
"Oof," huffed Harry.
"Hmm?" Draco murmured drowsily.
"I think the baby just punted my spleen."
"He's moving?" asked Draco, perking up. "Let me feel." He fumbled out with his hand again.
"...that's not my stomach."
"Perhaps not, but I felt it move."
"Draco! Are you trying to kill me? I need to rest before we shag again."
Draco shifted until he was lying on his side. He smirked down at Harry. "It's my turn to top any way."
"You can't possibly be ready again so soon," scoffed Harry. "You're older than I am."
"By two months!"
Harry chortled. "I'm also six weeks pregnanter."
"That's not a word," Draco said, brow furrowed in a frown.
Harry flung an arm over his eyes. "Who cares?" he mumbled. "Wake me up in half an hour." He yawned again, and within moments his breathing had evened out.
Draco poked him gently, and Harry snorted in his sleep. Admitting defeat, Draco sighed and rolled onto his back with a yawn of his own. He grunted in discomfort when his baby gave him a surprisingly strong kick.
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