Stumble, Part 2
Title: Stumble (Part 2)
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Not Betaed, talk of m-preg.
Word count: 2,082
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: Weird plot bunny invaded my head and I just had to write it. This is my entry for enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge for the month of July. I just had to write two this time around.
Summary: Draco stumbles into the Gryffindor common room, and Harry happens to be around to offer his services.
Hermione walked over to Harry’s bed, threw some covers over the sleeping couple and closed the curtains, making sure the two boys had a bit of privacy. Though she tried to keep her eyes averted she could not keep a blush from staining her cheeks. What the two young men had been up to was plain.
When Hermione turned to go, she groaned at the three Gryffindors that blocked the door. There were all bug-eyed and gaping. She shook her head when Ron was about to speak and motioned them out of the room.
Hermione took them to the common room and explained what had happened. Again there was a round of gobsmacked expressions and speechlessness. Ron was the first to find his voice.
“Are you telling me that Malfoy could be pregnant? With Harry’s baby?”
Hermione nodded. “Well, I am not completely certain that Malfoy is now pregnant, but um him and Harry did have um well, you know.”
“Sex,” Seamus said dryly. Hermione nodded again.
“So what do we do about it?” It was Dean who posed the question.
“There is not much that we can do. The potion should probably wear off soon. When Harry and Malfoy wake up they will be confused so we will have to inform them of their predicament. Then its all about waiting. If Malfoy starts to exhibit pregnancy symptoms, then we can help Harry think of what to do.”
~*~*~*~
Harry woke up feeling like he had never felt before. So relaxed, so well rested. Perfectly at ease. And then he stretched and realised that there was someone in bed with him. He opened his eyes and was very shocked to see the head that was next to his on his pillow had platinum blond hair which was illuminated by the small stream of sunlight coming though the mostly closed bed hangings. Harry blinked in confusion and shook his head to clear his sleep addled brains. His movements must have disturbed his bed mate because the body next to him shifted and turned to face him. He had to squint to make out the features of the person.
When the face came into focus and Harry saw the Draco Malfoy who was sleeping next to him he nearly fell out of bed. His sudden movement woke Malfoy, who promptly opened his eyes, took one look at Harry and screamed.
In a matter of seconds he had four Gryffindor boys tearing his bed hangings away pointing wands and frantically looking for an enemy to curse. There was only a naked Slytherin in bed with Harry so the four boys sighed in relief, lowered their wands and made their way back to their respective beds; leaving a terrified looking Malfoy and a very perplexed Harry in their wake.
Harry went back to staring at Malfoy. He was naked after all and paler than anyone he had ever seen before. Malfoy noticed that he was staring, snatched up a sheet to cover his modesty, much like an affronted damsel, and glared at Harry.
“What have you done to me, Potter? Why am I in your bed, in what appears to be hell, otherwise known as the Gryffindor tower? And why in Merlin’s name am I naked?”
Harry reached for his wand and summoned his glasses. He used the time it took for his glasses to reach him to think. What had happened? He remembered Malfoy being shoved though the portrait hole starkers claiming that he had been given some sort of potion and then he fainted. Harry had brought him up here and Hermione and a few others had gone on to do some research to find out what potion Malfoy had been given. He had stayed behind to look after the Slytherin. He remembered that Malfoy had woken up thirsty and Harry had given him water and Chocolate frogs. Everything after that seemed hazy, but he vaguely seemed to remember some very incriminating things. Like the fact that Malfoy was very vocal during sex!
“Well? What exactly happened last night, Potter? Did you drug me? Did you beat me?” Malfoy gasped and clutched the sheet tighter to himself. “Did you rape me?”
“What?! NO! How could you even suggest such a thing? I would never...”
“Then why am I naked? And why do I ache in an intimate area? And why am I covered in com?”
“While I did not rape you, I think that we um made love.”
Malfoy looked stricken. “We made love?” What are you? A Hufflepuff? And why would I have sex with you? That doesn’t make any sense. I remembered being accosted by some ruffians, stripped of my clothes, forced to drink a vile potion and then shoved into the Gryffindor common room. What did they give me Potter? Did you put them up to it? Did you get them to give me some weird potion that would make me have sex with you? Did you?”
Harry was looking at Malfoy as if he had lost his mind. “Er, no. In case you had forgotten, I’m an honourable Gryffindor, and um Saviour of the Wizarding World. I’d never even think of doing something so despicable.”
“Then why would I ever want to have sex with you?” Malfoy looked livid. Thankfully, Hermione appeared at that moment.
“I think I can explain a few things.”
“Oh thank Merlin! Someone needed to shut those two up.” Harry, Hermione and Malfoy turned to glare at the lump that was Seamus. He was clearly trying to go back to sleep after being woken by Malfoy’s scream.
Hermione mumbled a few spells. The bed hanging of the other four beds in the room were closed and a silencing charm was surely placed on each of them.
“Right, now...” Hermione began to explain about the potion that Malfoy had been forced to drink. She tried to be delicate about explaining the fact that Draco Malfoy could now be carrying Harry Potter’s child, but in the end she was glad that she had not only placed silencing charmed on the four beds, but also on the room because Malfoy remained anything but calm.
Finally he stopped yelling incoherently and stood panting and glaring at Harry and Hermione. Hermione looked away because the blond was still very much naked while Harry stared opened-mouthed at Malfoy’s flat stomach.
Harry could not believe that at this moment, Malfoy could be housing a little thing that would grow into a baby; his baby. Their baby. Bloody hell.
“You have got to be kidding me. This has to be some sort of joke.” Malfoy began to pace. “No, it’s a dream. I am still asleep and I am dreaming. No, it’s not just any dream, but a nightmare. A nightmare!”
Harry watched Malfoy pace, still a little shocked. But Malfoy was becoming to agitated and he did not think that was good for the baby, if there was one.
“Malfoy.” The Slytherin ignored him and continued to pace and insist that it was all a dream. “Malfoy.” Nothing. “MALFOY!” Still nothing. “Draco.” That got the blond’s attention. “You’ve got to calm down. Surely being in such a state cannot be good for the...um...for you.” Harry only just managed to keep from saying baby. He did not think that would have gone over too well.
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. He ignored Harry and instead turned to Hermione. “When will we know if I’m...you know?”
“Pregnant,” Harry supplied helpfully. That just earned him another glare from the Slytherin.
Hermione cleared her throat. “There are a few tests that can be done after a week of the date of the conception. Madame Pomfrey...”
“No. I want this to be kept quiet. If it does turn out that I am with child, then we can go to Pomfrey or some other medi-witch or wizard.”
“Right. Then we’ll have to wait a week. I have to do some research to make sure that the spells will not have some ill effects on you. We have to make sure that the potion had completely worn off as well, since that might cause the tests to backfire.”
Malfoy nodded. “I need to get out of here. I need to be alone. And I need to put some distance between myself and Potter because I cannot stand to even look at you right now.” To prove his point he turned his back on Harry. “So if you would please let me borrow something to wear, I can be on my way.”
Harry sighed and turned towards Hermione. She gave him a smile. He went towards his trunk and found a pair of trousers and a shirt; he also fished out a pair of boxer shorts. He held them out to Malfoy and the blond managed to snatch them from Harry’s hands without turning round; an impressive feat.
Malfoy was dressed and ready to go in less than a minute. He was headed towards the door when he stopped suddenly. “How many people know that I spent that night here?”
“Most of us 8th years and Ginny,” Hermione answered. “We were all present when you came in through the portrait hole last night.
“And how many people are up and down in the common room?”
“Considering its still fairly early, a good 10 to 15 or so.”
Malfoy let out a stream of curses and turned to Hermione; still ignoring Harry. “I suppose that it will be all over the school that I spent that night in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory by dinner time then.”
Hermione grimaced and nodded. “Only the people in this room know what happened between you and Harry.”
“What good does that do me? Rumours will still spread.”
Harry had an idea. He chewed on his lip while he considered whether or not to lend Malfoy his cloak of invisibility.
“I might be able to help you leave the Tower unseen.”
“And how to you propose to do that, Potter? Are you going to clear the common room using your charm alone?”
Harry almost changed his mind, but decided if Malfoy was carrying his child, then he needed to get on his good side. He would think about the whole he had sex with a gay which may or may not have resulted in said guy being pregnant later.
“No, but I happen to have a certain item that will allow you to leave this dorm room unseen.” He got up and went back to rummage in his trunk. When he pulled out his cloak, Malfoy gasped.
The Slytherin took an involuntary step forward. “I should have known. I was almost certain you had something like this. This just explains so much.” He stepped over to take it from Harry, but the Gryffindor snatched it back.
“I will have your word that you will return it to me, Malfoy. It belonged to my father. I am letting your borrow it because I want to show you that I want to put the past between us.”
Malfoy snorted. “Are you sure you are not just trying to get into my pants again?”
Harry tried to remain calm; Malfoy was a real prat and he didn’t know how he had ended up in bed with him. “Do you want to borrow it or would you prefer to make your way out of the Tower in full sight?”
Malfoy sighed. “Fine. I promise to return your precious cloak. Now hand it over because I cannot wait to get out of his hell hole.”
Harry reluctantly handed over the cloak. Malfoy took a moment to admire it, then he smirked, swirled the cloak around him and he disappeared out of sight. The door opened and closed on its own and he was gone.
Harry turned to look at Hermione; he was about to start complaining about the stupid blond prat when he realised that his friend was looking anywhere but at him. “What’s wrong, Hermione?”
“Um, I do not think you have noticed, but you’re still naked.”
Harry blushed and scrambled to find some clothes. “Sorry. In all the commotion, I did not realise.” He was quickly clothed and Hermione was once again able to look at him, but not without blushing a bit. Great. “Anyway, what are we going to do about Malfoy?”
“There really is nothing to do, but wait.”
“And if Draco bloody Malfoy turns out be pregnant with my child…”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Stumble, Part 3
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Not Betaed, talk of m-preg.
Word count: 2,082
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: Weird plot bunny invaded my head and I just had to write it. This is my entry for enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge for the month of July. I just had to write two this time around.
Summary: Draco stumbles into the Gryffindor common room, and Harry happens to be around to offer his services.
Hermione walked over to Harry’s bed, threw some covers over the sleeping couple and closed the curtains, making sure the two boys had a bit of privacy. Though she tried to keep her eyes averted she could not keep a blush from staining her cheeks. What the two young men had been up to was plain.
When Hermione turned to go, she groaned at the three Gryffindors that blocked the door. There were all bug-eyed and gaping. She shook her head when Ron was about to speak and motioned them out of the room.
Hermione took them to the common room and explained what had happened. Again there was a round of gobsmacked expressions and speechlessness. Ron was the first to find his voice.
“Are you telling me that Malfoy could be pregnant? With Harry’s baby?”
Hermione nodded. “Well, I am not completely certain that Malfoy is now pregnant, but um him and Harry did have um well, you know.”
“Sex,” Seamus said dryly. Hermione nodded again.
“So what do we do about it?” It was Dean who posed the question.
“There is not much that we can do. The potion should probably wear off soon. When Harry and Malfoy wake up they will be confused so we will have to inform them of their predicament. Then its all about waiting. If Malfoy starts to exhibit pregnancy symptoms, then we can help Harry think of what to do.”
~*~*~*~
Harry woke up feeling like he had never felt before. So relaxed, so well rested. Perfectly at ease. And then he stretched and realised that there was someone in bed with him. He opened his eyes and was very shocked to see the head that was next to his on his pillow had platinum blond hair which was illuminated by the small stream of sunlight coming though the mostly closed bed hangings. Harry blinked in confusion and shook his head to clear his sleep addled brains. His movements must have disturbed his bed mate because the body next to him shifted and turned to face him. He had to squint to make out the features of the person.
When the face came into focus and Harry saw the Draco Malfoy who was sleeping next to him he nearly fell out of bed. His sudden movement woke Malfoy, who promptly opened his eyes, took one look at Harry and screamed.
In a matter of seconds he had four Gryffindor boys tearing his bed hangings away pointing wands and frantically looking for an enemy to curse. There was only a naked Slytherin in bed with Harry so the four boys sighed in relief, lowered their wands and made their way back to their respective beds; leaving a terrified looking Malfoy and a very perplexed Harry in their wake.
Harry went back to staring at Malfoy. He was naked after all and paler than anyone he had ever seen before. Malfoy noticed that he was staring, snatched up a sheet to cover his modesty, much like an affronted damsel, and glared at Harry.
“What have you done to me, Potter? Why am I in your bed, in what appears to be hell, otherwise known as the Gryffindor tower? And why in Merlin’s name am I naked?”
Harry reached for his wand and summoned his glasses. He used the time it took for his glasses to reach him to think. What had happened? He remembered Malfoy being shoved though the portrait hole starkers claiming that he had been given some sort of potion and then he fainted. Harry had brought him up here and Hermione and a few others had gone on to do some research to find out what potion Malfoy had been given. He had stayed behind to look after the Slytherin. He remembered that Malfoy had woken up thirsty and Harry had given him water and Chocolate frogs. Everything after that seemed hazy, but he vaguely seemed to remember some very incriminating things. Like the fact that Malfoy was very vocal during sex!
“Well? What exactly happened last night, Potter? Did you drug me? Did you beat me?” Malfoy gasped and clutched the sheet tighter to himself. “Did you rape me?”
“What?! NO! How could you even suggest such a thing? I would never...”
“Then why am I naked? And why do I ache in an intimate area? And why am I covered in com?”
“While I did not rape you, I think that we um made love.”
Malfoy looked stricken. “We made love?” What are you? A Hufflepuff? And why would I have sex with you? That doesn’t make any sense. I remembered being accosted by some ruffians, stripped of my clothes, forced to drink a vile potion and then shoved into the Gryffindor common room. What did they give me Potter? Did you put them up to it? Did you get them to give me some weird potion that would make me have sex with you? Did you?”
Harry was looking at Malfoy as if he had lost his mind. “Er, no. In case you had forgotten, I’m an honourable Gryffindor, and um Saviour of the Wizarding World. I’d never even think of doing something so despicable.”
“Then why would I ever want to have sex with you?” Malfoy looked livid. Thankfully, Hermione appeared at that moment.
“I think I can explain a few things.”
“Oh thank Merlin! Someone needed to shut those two up.” Harry, Hermione and Malfoy turned to glare at the lump that was Seamus. He was clearly trying to go back to sleep after being woken by Malfoy’s scream.
Hermione mumbled a few spells. The bed hanging of the other four beds in the room were closed and a silencing charm was surely placed on each of them.
“Right, now...” Hermione began to explain about the potion that Malfoy had been forced to drink. She tried to be delicate about explaining the fact that Draco Malfoy could now be carrying Harry Potter’s child, but in the end she was glad that she had not only placed silencing charmed on the four beds, but also on the room because Malfoy remained anything but calm.
Finally he stopped yelling incoherently and stood panting and glaring at Harry and Hermione. Hermione looked away because the blond was still very much naked while Harry stared opened-mouthed at Malfoy’s flat stomach.
Harry could not believe that at this moment, Malfoy could be housing a little thing that would grow into a baby; his baby. Their baby. Bloody hell.
“You have got to be kidding me. This has to be some sort of joke.” Malfoy began to pace. “No, it’s a dream. I am still asleep and I am dreaming. No, it’s not just any dream, but a nightmare. A nightmare!”
Harry watched Malfoy pace, still a little shocked. But Malfoy was becoming to agitated and he did not think that was good for the baby, if there was one.
“Malfoy.” The Slytherin ignored him and continued to pace and insist that it was all a dream. “Malfoy.” Nothing. “MALFOY!” Still nothing. “Draco.” That got the blond’s attention. “You’ve got to calm down. Surely being in such a state cannot be good for the...um...for you.” Harry only just managed to keep from saying baby. He did not think that would have gone over too well.
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. He ignored Harry and instead turned to Hermione. “When will we know if I’m...you know?”
“Pregnant,” Harry supplied helpfully. That just earned him another glare from the Slytherin.
Hermione cleared her throat. “There are a few tests that can be done after a week of the date of the conception. Madame Pomfrey...”
“No. I want this to be kept quiet. If it does turn out that I am with child, then we can go to Pomfrey or some other medi-witch or wizard.”
“Right. Then we’ll have to wait a week. I have to do some research to make sure that the spells will not have some ill effects on you. We have to make sure that the potion had completely worn off as well, since that might cause the tests to backfire.”
Malfoy nodded. “I need to get out of here. I need to be alone. And I need to put some distance between myself and Potter because I cannot stand to even look at you right now.” To prove his point he turned his back on Harry. “So if you would please let me borrow something to wear, I can be on my way.”
Harry sighed and turned towards Hermione. She gave him a smile. He went towards his trunk and found a pair of trousers and a shirt; he also fished out a pair of boxer shorts. He held them out to Malfoy and the blond managed to snatch them from Harry’s hands without turning round; an impressive feat.
Malfoy was dressed and ready to go in less than a minute. He was headed towards the door when he stopped suddenly. “How many people know that I spent that night here?”
“Most of us 8th years and Ginny,” Hermione answered. “We were all present when you came in through the portrait hole last night.
“And how many people are up and down in the common room?”
“Considering its still fairly early, a good 10 to 15 or so.”
Malfoy let out a stream of curses and turned to Hermione; still ignoring Harry. “I suppose that it will be all over the school that I spent that night in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory by dinner time then.”
Hermione grimaced and nodded. “Only the people in this room know what happened between you and Harry.”
“What good does that do me? Rumours will still spread.”
Harry had an idea. He chewed on his lip while he considered whether or not to lend Malfoy his cloak of invisibility.
“I might be able to help you leave the Tower unseen.”
“And how to you propose to do that, Potter? Are you going to clear the common room using your charm alone?”
Harry almost changed his mind, but decided if Malfoy was carrying his child, then he needed to get on his good side. He would think about the whole he had sex with a gay which may or may not have resulted in said guy being pregnant later.
“No, but I happen to have a certain item that will allow you to leave this dorm room unseen.” He got up and went back to rummage in his trunk. When he pulled out his cloak, Malfoy gasped.
The Slytherin took an involuntary step forward. “I should have known. I was almost certain you had something like this. This just explains so much.” He stepped over to take it from Harry, but the Gryffindor snatched it back.
“I will have your word that you will return it to me, Malfoy. It belonged to my father. I am letting your borrow it because I want to show you that I want to put the past between us.”
Malfoy snorted. “Are you sure you are not just trying to get into my pants again?”
Harry tried to remain calm; Malfoy was a real prat and he didn’t know how he had ended up in bed with him. “Do you want to borrow it or would you prefer to make your way out of the Tower in full sight?”
Malfoy sighed. “Fine. I promise to return your precious cloak. Now hand it over because I cannot wait to get out of his hell hole.”
Harry reluctantly handed over the cloak. Malfoy took a moment to admire it, then he smirked, swirled the cloak around him and he disappeared out of sight. The door opened and closed on its own and he was gone.
Harry turned to look at Hermione; he was about to start complaining about the stupid blond prat when he realised that his friend was looking anywhere but at him. “What’s wrong, Hermione?”
“Um, I do not think you have noticed, but you’re still naked.”
Harry blushed and scrambled to find some clothes. “Sorry. In all the commotion, I did not realise.” He was quickly clothed and Hermione was once again able to look at him, but not without blushing a bit. Great. “Anyway, what are we going to do about Malfoy?”
“There really is nothing to do, but wait.”
“And if Draco bloody Malfoy turns out be pregnant with my child…”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Stumble, Part 3