HP/DM: All This And Heaven, Too Ch. 4
Story Title: All This and Heaven Too
Rating: Most chapters will be PG/PG-13. Some will be R/NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, language, sugary fluff, with a dash of angst at the beginning and in the middle.
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author’s notes: FYI: Draco is channeling my husband’s hypochondria.
I’m working on trying to catch up.
This is still unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Chapter One
Chapter Four
Prompt: Perfume/Cologne
Word Count: 2166
From the moment Draco got within ten feet of Harry, Harry couldn’t stop sneezing. It seemed as if each sneeze became more violent than the last. Stumbling around, Harry went to get a handkerchief out of the side-table when he almost gave himself a concussion against the surface when his head went down from the strength of the latest attack.
Draco stepped back in fear that whatever Harry had was probably highly contagious. Draco suspected that maybe Harry hadn’t said anything to him because he was supposed to be quarantined and the idiot had felt it ‘wasn’t so bad’. Harry was always overestimating the state of his health.
Without thinking about it, Draco reached into his own pocket, pulled out his wand, and cast a disinfectant shield on himself to keep any nefarious germs at bay.
“Dra-a-a-a-choo Ugh!” Harry sighed and tilted his head back. Draco looked him over and then went to Harry. In the back of his mind, he was considering the fatal airborne disease that was hovering over the room like a cold Dementor’s breath. Draco could feel it breathing down on him as he got closer.
Harry looked slightly green, which clashed with his shirt, and it seemed like he was thinner than the last time Draco had seen him. On the other hand, Draco thought, maybe it’s some sort of flesh-eating bacteria that is eating Harry from the inside out.
“What are you wearing?” Harry asked as he blew his nose into the handkerchief.
Draco crinkled his own nose at the sound. Yes they were married, but did Harry really have to do that in front of him?
Draco looked down at his clothes. Harry knew these were some of his travel clothes. Yes, they were a bit rumpled, but they didn’t look that bad. After all, he had been in them since … well, it had been several hours since he had left the hotel in New York.
Draco pouted as he looked up at Harry. His eyes narrowed as he tried to understand what his husband was saying. He still looked better dressed than Harry did in that ratty t-shirt and worn denims.
“I’m wearing my traveling clothes. Why do you ask?” Draco said. He tried to keep the accusation out of his voice, but he realized it still came out too sharp for a sick mate.
Draco moved closer to Harry, flicking the back of his hands like he was invisibly trying to sweep Harry back into bed. Whatever was wrong with him, Draco was certain that Harry wasn’t taking care of himself properly or getting the rest that the Healer probably prescribed for him. Draco moved to sit next to him on the bed when Harry started sneezing without being able to get a decent breath in.
Alarmed Draco took a couple of steps back and noticed that Harry stopped sneezing immediately.
Maybe Harry’s allergic to me? I wonder if that’s the result of his cursed scar? You’d think they would have mentioned that somewhere in school or at least during the wedding vows? Maybe it’s something only Healers know. Draco suspected. If Harry were allergic to him, then it would make the rest of their marriage a bit difficult. But then Draco relaxed because he thought there were probably potions Harry could take to suppress his symptoms.
“Whatever this is, Harry, I’m sure we’ll get through it together. You know that we’ll spare no expense to make certain that you are back to your old self. We’ll scour the globe if we need to find the best Healers to cure you. I’d even be willing to incorporate those Muggle dictators to help you, if we get desperate enough,” Draco shouted up into the air.
Even though they were in the same room, he felt that maybe a little more distance would help Harry feel better. Draco, himself, was feeling his nose start to itch; so he took a few steps back until he was standing in the doorway.
“Maybe you should have thought about something like that before I got into this situation,” Harry sniffed. His eyes were watery and his nose looked swollen and red. Draco noted that Harry really didn’t look his best when he was ill.
Draco tilted his head to the side trying to figure out what Harry was going on about when he saw his husband, bolt straight up in bed and then run to the restroom. The violent retching sounds coming from the other room made Draco squeeze his eyes shut. He had to focus on breathing out of his mouth to keep from being sick himself. He hated the sound of people throwing up. It always made his stomach twist with sympathy pains. If he had seen it, then he would have been over sharing the porcelain bowl with his mate.
There were just some things that shouldn’t be shared in a marriage, Draco thought.
Draco could hear an overwhelming amount of water pouring out in the bathroom before there was silence and Harry came out again. His face was sweaty, but the color was a little better. He had turned from green to white. Surely that was some improvement.
“No, seriously, Draco,” Harry began as he wiped a towel over his face. Draco noticed that he didn’t move any further into the room, but remained standing in the other doorway. “What is that you’re wearing? You smell absolutely disgusting!” Harry said as he cast a series of spells that Draco could see and smell were air cleansing spells.
Draco’s back stiffened and he drew himself up to his full height. He could feel his face redden from the anger that was welling within him. How dare Harry imply that he smelled! This was the last straw!
“Well, incase you’ve forgotten, I have been traveling for the past day. I wanted to come home early to surprise you, only I had trouble changing my departure time. Then when I got to the London Portkey terminal, there were several messages waiting for me from the office. If you had been there to greet me, then you’d have seen them…. But NO!
Draco was on a rant. The waiting, the traveling, the office work, the announcement of Harry’s fainting followed by the adrenaline rush were all mixing rather unpleasantly in his system. Without thinking any further about his own personal health, he had unknowingly walked into the room and was pacing back and forth. His arms were flailing about using his index fingers to punctuate the air whenever he made a meaningful point.
“So, I decided to drop by the office and was stuck there when everyone else’s work was dropped onto my lap. I don’t know why I hire these people when they can’t seem to wipe their asses without me.
“And still I hadn’t heard a word from you!
“When I finally came home, Bitzy told me that you were ill and that you actually fainted earlier in the week, which you also failed to mention while I was gone.
“Now that I think about it, you never once contacted me while I was away. For all I know, you could have been having wild orgies while I was working. You could have been sleeping around with every Tom, Dick, and … well, who knows who while I was busy slaving away to earn a living.”
“Anyway, I rushed up here because I was concerned about your well being, when you have the nerve to tell me that I smell!
“That is it, Harry! If you don’t like the way I smell, then maybe there are other things you don’t like about me as well. Maybe you’ve been entertaining other people who smell better or make your cock harder. Maybe I’m just a thorn in your side and you’re looking for a way to get out of this marriage. Well, if that’s the case, then you can forget it! We said for better or for worse, and you’re just going to have to weather this little storm with me attached to you.”
Draco finally stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed across his chest. He wasn’t going anywhere no matter how badly he reeked. Harry was going to be forced to deal with his stench. So there!
When he looked over at Harry, a shit-eating grin graced Harry’s face making Draco want to start yelling all over again. As he took in a great big breath to start again, Harry held up his hand and used the other to badly cover up a bit of laughing.
“Draco, the love of my life, the man I vowed to share my life with, the person that makes every other person pale in comparison to, you’ve got it all wrong. Until today, I would have said you were the best smelling man that walked the earth. Most days, you smell so good that I get hard just breathing you in.
“Yes, I did faint earlier in the week. I was having lunch with Hermione when I blacked out. When the Healers diagnosed me, one of the things they told me was that I might be more sensitive to smells that had never bothered me before. They said I might become sensitive to certain foods, certain smells, and even colors and sounds. That some of these things might upset my stomach and make me more nauseous.
“They also said it was why I’ve been so irritable and moody in general. It’s because of the diagnosis.”
Harry slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. He kept his hand resting on the bed’s railing post. Draco took a step back, he wasn’t sure if it was for fear of Harry or the disease which had infected him.
“They told me that I needed to start taking better care of myself. They said that I should take it easy and that if whatever was offending me could be removed from my home, then my body was telling me to do so.”
Draco couldn’t help but huff at that remark.
“So are you saying that I should be removed from my own home? I should leave the house I grew up in, that has been in my family for generations. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
Harry lowered his head and shook it. His body was shaking and Draco got the distinct feeling that Harry was laughing at him again. The nerve of that man! Draco thought. Without stopping to think, Draco couldn’t help himself and launched into another rant.
“Or are you trying to tell me that you’re moving out until you’re well. Is that what you’re telling me? This house is huge, Harry! If need be, we can put you in a whole wing until you’ve recovered. We can even ward it so that none of the parasites ,which have obviously addled your brain, can affect the rest of us. We don’t need you to go out and find another place to live. What do you think the press would do if they ever got wind of that?
“Why my father would be furi-“
When Harry interrupted him, he had to shout over Draco.
“Draco stop! You’re being ridiculous! I just wanted to know what cologne you’re wearing. Whatever it is, it’s making me sneeze and it’s making me nauseous.” Harry gave a gentle smile, which made a part of Draco melt.
Suddenly, Draco felt rather foolish. Was that it, just the smell of his cologne? Why hadn’t Harry asked earlier?
“I’m wearing Seeker’s Secret, remember? You bought it for me for Christmas,” Draco mumbled as he moved to the nearest chair to have a seat. After everything that had happened, he realized that he suddenly felt tired.
“So, you’re not moving out of the Manor?” Draco asked.
Harry made his way over to Draco. He pulled his wand out and cast a series of spells on Draco that made him feel cleaner. It wasn’t quite a bath, but he definitely smelled better.
When Draco looked up, Harry was standing right in front of him. His smile was warm and welcoming. He came around and sat down on Draco’s lap. Even though he looked thinner, Draco thought he felt heavier.
Harry wrapped his arm around Draco’s neck and brought Draco’s head to his shoulder. Draco breathed in Harry’s scent and it smelled so good. He wrapped his heavy arms around his husband and nuzzled into his shoulder. He finally felt home.
He was nodding off when Harry did speak. His voice was soft and warm and wrapped around Draco like a warm quilt. For a moment, Draco thought Harry was going to invite him back to bed for some homecoming sex. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he heard the most absurd thing coming out of Harry’s mouth.
“I’m not leaving you, you fool. I’m pregnant.”
Chapter Five
Rating: Most chapters will be PG/PG-13. Some will be R/NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, language, sugary fluff, with a dash of angst at the beginning and in the middle.
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author’s notes: FYI: Draco is channeling my husband’s hypochondria.
I’m working on trying to catch up.
This is still unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Chapter One
Chapter Four
Prompt: Perfume/Cologne
Word Count: 2166
From the moment Draco got within ten feet of Harry, Harry couldn’t stop sneezing. It seemed as if each sneeze became more violent than the last. Stumbling around, Harry went to get a handkerchief out of the side-table when he almost gave himself a concussion against the surface when his head went down from the strength of the latest attack.
Draco stepped back in fear that whatever Harry had was probably highly contagious. Draco suspected that maybe Harry hadn’t said anything to him because he was supposed to be quarantined and the idiot had felt it ‘wasn’t so bad’. Harry was always overestimating the state of his health.
Without thinking about it, Draco reached into his own pocket, pulled out his wand, and cast a disinfectant shield on himself to keep any nefarious germs at bay.
“Dra-a-a-a-choo Ugh!” Harry sighed and tilted his head back. Draco looked him over and then went to Harry. In the back of his mind, he was considering the fatal airborne disease that was hovering over the room like a cold Dementor’s breath. Draco could feel it breathing down on him as he got closer.
Harry looked slightly green, which clashed with his shirt, and it seemed like he was thinner than the last time Draco had seen him. On the other hand, Draco thought, maybe it’s some sort of flesh-eating bacteria that is eating Harry from the inside out.
“What are you wearing?” Harry asked as he blew his nose into the handkerchief.
Draco crinkled his own nose at the sound. Yes they were married, but did Harry really have to do that in front of him?
Draco looked down at his clothes. Harry knew these were some of his travel clothes. Yes, they were a bit rumpled, but they didn’t look that bad. After all, he had been in them since … well, it had been several hours since he had left the hotel in New York.
Draco pouted as he looked up at Harry. His eyes narrowed as he tried to understand what his husband was saying. He still looked better dressed than Harry did in that ratty t-shirt and worn denims.
“I’m wearing my traveling clothes. Why do you ask?” Draco said. He tried to keep the accusation out of his voice, but he realized it still came out too sharp for a sick mate.
Draco moved closer to Harry, flicking the back of his hands like he was invisibly trying to sweep Harry back into bed. Whatever was wrong with him, Draco was certain that Harry wasn’t taking care of himself properly or getting the rest that the Healer probably prescribed for him. Draco moved to sit next to him on the bed when Harry started sneezing without being able to get a decent breath in.
Alarmed Draco took a couple of steps back and noticed that Harry stopped sneezing immediately.
Maybe Harry’s allergic to me? I wonder if that’s the result of his cursed scar? You’d think they would have mentioned that somewhere in school or at least during the wedding vows? Maybe it’s something only Healers know. Draco suspected. If Harry were allergic to him, then it would make the rest of their marriage a bit difficult. But then Draco relaxed because he thought there were probably potions Harry could take to suppress his symptoms.
“Whatever this is, Harry, I’m sure we’ll get through it together. You know that we’ll spare no expense to make certain that you are back to your old self. We’ll scour the globe if we need to find the best Healers to cure you. I’d even be willing to incorporate those Muggle dictators to help you, if we get desperate enough,” Draco shouted up into the air.
Even though they were in the same room, he felt that maybe a little more distance would help Harry feel better. Draco, himself, was feeling his nose start to itch; so he took a few steps back until he was standing in the doorway.
“Maybe you should have thought about something like that before I got into this situation,” Harry sniffed. His eyes were watery and his nose looked swollen and red. Draco noted that Harry really didn’t look his best when he was ill.
Draco tilted his head to the side trying to figure out what Harry was going on about when he saw his husband, bolt straight up in bed and then run to the restroom. The violent retching sounds coming from the other room made Draco squeeze his eyes shut. He had to focus on breathing out of his mouth to keep from being sick himself. He hated the sound of people throwing up. It always made his stomach twist with sympathy pains. If he had seen it, then he would have been over sharing the porcelain bowl with his mate.
There were just some things that shouldn’t be shared in a marriage, Draco thought.
Draco could hear an overwhelming amount of water pouring out in the bathroom before there was silence and Harry came out again. His face was sweaty, but the color was a little better. He had turned from green to white. Surely that was some improvement.
“No, seriously, Draco,” Harry began as he wiped a towel over his face. Draco noticed that he didn’t move any further into the room, but remained standing in the other doorway. “What is that you’re wearing? You smell absolutely disgusting!” Harry said as he cast a series of spells that Draco could see and smell were air cleansing spells.
Draco’s back stiffened and he drew himself up to his full height. He could feel his face redden from the anger that was welling within him. How dare Harry imply that he smelled! This was the last straw!
“Well, incase you’ve forgotten, I have been traveling for the past day. I wanted to come home early to surprise you, only I had trouble changing my departure time. Then when I got to the London Portkey terminal, there were several messages waiting for me from the office. If you had been there to greet me, then you’d have seen them…. But NO!
Draco was on a rant. The waiting, the traveling, the office work, the announcement of Harry’s fainting followed by the adrenaline rush were all mixing rather unpleasantly in his system. Without thinking any further about his own personal health, he had unknowingly walked into the room and was pacing back and forth. His arms were flailing about using his index fingers to punctuate the air whenever he made a meaningful point.
“So, I decided to drop by the office and was stuck there when everyone else’s work was dropped onto my lap. I don’t know why I hire these people when they can’t seem to wipe their asses without me.
“And still I hadn’t heard a word from you!
“When I finally came home, Bitzy told me that you were ill and that you actually fainted earlier in the week, which you also failed to mention while I was gone.
“Now that I think about it, you never once contacted me while I was away. For all I know, you could have been having wild orgies while I was working. You could have been sleeping around with every Tom, Dick, and … well, who knows who while I was busy slaving away to earn a living.”
“Anyway, I rushed up here because I was concerned about your well being, when you have the nerve to tell me that I smell!
“That is it, Harry! If you don’t like the way I smell, then maybe there are other things you don’t like about me as well. Maybe you’ve been entertaining other people who smell better or make your cock harder. Maybe I’m just a thorn in your side and you’re looking for a way to get out of this marriage. Well, if that’s the case, then you can forget it! We said for better or for worse, and you’re just going to have to weather this little storm with me attached to you.”
Draco finally stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed across his chest. He wasn’t going anywhere no matter how badly he reeked. Harry was going to be forced to deal with his stench. So there!
When he looked over at Harry, a shit-eating grin graced Harry’s face making Draco want to start yelling all over again. As he took in a great big breath to start again, Harry held up his hand and used the other to badly cover up a bit of laughing.
“Draco, the love of my life, the man I vowed to share my life with, the person that makes every other person pale in comparison to, you’ve got it all wrong. Until today, I would have said you were the best smelling man that walked the earth. Most days, you smell so good that I get hard just breathing you in.
“Yes, I did faint earlier in the week. I was having lunch with Hermione when I blacked out. When the Healers diagnosed me, one of the things they told me was that I might be more sensitive to smells that had never bothered me before. They said I might become sensitive to certain foods, certain smells, and even colors and sounds. That some of these things might upset my stomach and make me more nauseous.
“They also said it was why I’ve been so irritable and moody in general. It’s because of the diagnosis.”
Harry slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. He kept his hand resting on the bed’s railing post. Draco took a step back, he wasn’t sure if it was for fear of Harry or the disease which had infected him.
“They told me that I needed to start taking better care of myself. They said that I should take it easy and that if whatever was offending me could be removed from my home, then my body was telling me to do so.”
Draco couldn’t help but huff at that remark.
“So are you saying that I should be removed from my own home? I should leave the house I grew up in, that has been in my family for generations. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
Harry lowered his head and shook it. His body was shaking and Draco got the distinct feeling that Harry was laughing at him again. The nerve of that man! Draco thought. Without stopping to think, Draco couldn’t help himself and launched into another rant.
“Or are you trying to tell me that you’re moving out until you’re well. Is that what you’re telling me? This house is huge, Harry! If need be, we can put you in a whole wing until you’ve recovered. We can even ward it so that none of the parasites ,which have obviously addled your brain, can affect the rest of us. We don’t need you to go out and find another place to live. What do you think the press would do if they ever got wind of that?
“Why my father would be furi-“
When Harry interrupted him, he had to shout over Draco.
“Draco stop! You’re being ridiculous! I just wanted to know what cologne you’re wearing. Whatever it is, it’s making me sneeze and it’s making me nauseous.” Harry gave a gentle smile, which made a part of Draco melt.
Suddenly, Draco felt rather foolish. Was that it, just the smell of his cologne? Why hadn’t Harry asked earlier?
“I’m wearing Seeker’s Secret, remember? You bought it for me for Christmas,” Draco mumbled as he moved to the nearest chair to have a seat. After everything that had happened, he realized that he suddenly felt tired.
“So, you’re not moving out of the Manor?” Draco asked.
Harry made his way over to Draco. He pulled his wand out and cast a series of spells on Draco that made him feel cleaner. It wasn’t quite a bath, but he definitely smelled better.
When Draco looked up, Harry was standing right in front of him. His smile was warm and welcoming. He came around and sat down on Draco’s lap. Even though he looked thinner, Draco thought he felt heavier.
Harry wrapped his arm around Draco’s neck and brought Draco’s head to his shoulder. Draco breathed in Harry’s scent and it smelled so good. He wrapped his heavy arms around his husband and nuzzled into his shoulder. He finally felt home.
He was nodding off when Harry did speak. His voice was soft and warm and wrapped around Draco like a warm quilt. For a moment, Draco thought Harry was going to invite him back to bed for some homecoming sex. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he heard the most absurd thing coming out of Harry’s mouth.
“I’m not leaving you, you fool. I’m pregnant.”
Chapter Five