A Thinking Harry
Title: A Thinking Harry
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 785
Warning(s): mpreg
Summary: Sometimes Harry thinks too much
A/N: This was written for the harrydracompreg prompt - Baby proofing your home
“Harry James Potter, what do you think you’re doing?” Draco queried, the silence from the other room an ominous sign that disconcerted the blond. Swiftly drying his hands on a towel and depositing it on the edge of the sink, Draco exited the spacious kitchen in search of his favorite Gryffindor.
“Love?” he called out as he strolled through their sitting room only to find it empty. “Harry?”
He halted in place and listened for any sound of movement from the other man. “Hon?” he tried again, his voice going a little higher when he found himself completely alone in their shared flat.
Shuffling back to the kitchen, the blond opened the far cupboard and pulled out a jar of pickles-they were definitely needed for later. He waltzed into the sitting room and threw himself bodily onto the couch. He would just have to wait for Harry.
Less than half an hour later, a loud CRACK of apparition woke Draco up from his catnap.
“Harry?” he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Where’d you go?”
He watched his boyfriend from the other side of the room, his back to Draco, giving him a lovely view of his firm arse. Draco licked his lips, cursing his hormones as a pool of want coiled low in his belly.
Unloading and resizing several boxes and bags in a chaotic pile, Harry muttered to himself as if he hadn’t noticed the blond. “Where is it? Where is that book? I know I put it somewhere-AHA!” he shouted and dug into a particularly large, yellow box.
“Harry,” Draco tried again from his spot on the couch.
“It’s supposed to be-”
“Harry,” the blond raised his voice to be heard over his boyfriend’s incessant mumbling.
Harry ran a hand through his hair, making it look even more disorderly than normal. He shook his head as if he had come to a decision and started to rummage through the assorted pile again. “Harry!” Draco shouted, lifting the top half of his body off the sofa, fighting the surge of worry and alarm that had swept over him.
“Huh?” Harry stopped mid-rant and turned to face his boyfriend, blinking owlishly at Draco. “Dray,” he whispered reverently and dropped the book in his left hand as he hurried over to the sofa. “I thought you were in the kitchen.”
“I was,” Draco replied, planting a sweet kiss on his love’s lips. “You’ve been gone for a while, Harry.”
Bending down, Harry rested his hands on Draco’s abdomen and absentmindedly rubbed the small bump where the blond’s stomach swelled. “Daddy loves you, Jamie,” he said through the gentle kisses he planted on his boyfriend’s belly. “I was out getting baby supplies,” he said to Draco, staring into his pregnant boyfriend’s eyes with such tenderness that Draco’s heart melted.
“Supplies?” Draco countered, cupping Harry’s face in his hands and kissing the tip of his nose. “Harry, the nursery has been ready for a month. We already have everything we need.”
Harry ducked his head and softly massaged the bump with his fingers. “Er,” he started and gathered his boyfriend into his arms, cuddling the blond against his chest, his bulging stomach pushing against him. “I started thinking about the fireplace.”
“The fireplace,” Draco deadpanned. Sometimes a thinking Harry did not bode well.
“Yes,” he said, walking his fingers up and down Draco’s arm. “And I thought about the time that Teddy almost flooed to God-knows-where-and what if that happened to Jamie-so I decided to close the fireplace. But then I tripped over the coffee table and what if Jamie hit his little head on one of the corners, you know? And then I stubbed my toe on the couch and almost knocked over the lamp. Dray, our house isn’t ready for a baby. It’s not even ready for me.”
Draco chuckled lightly and raked his fingers through his boyfriend’s dark hair. “Harry,” he admonished, waiting until the other man made eye contact, “Jamie isn’t even here yet. Are you sure you’re not projecting?”
“I’m not projecting, I-”
“Will be a wonderful father. You’re the only person I want to build a family with, love.”
Harry chewed on his bottom lip before a brilliant smile engulfed his face. “You’re the only one I want to be the father of my children,” Harry whispered and kissed his boyfriend. “Little Jamie is going to be lucky to have you.”
“You too,” Draco laughed and snuggled closer to Harry.
“Do you want a pickle?” Harry asked, reaching for the jar sitting on the coffee table.
“With chocolate ice cream and nutella.”
“Anything for you, love.”
“But first, shove off, I have to pee.”
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 785
Warning(s): mpreg
Summary: Sometimes Harry thinks too much
A/N: This was written for the harrydracompreg prompt - Baby proofing your home
“Harry James Potter, what do you think you’re doing?” Draco queried, the silence from the other room an ominous sign that disconcerted the blond. Swiftly drying his hands on a towel and depositing it on the edge of the sink, Draco exited the spacious kitchen in search of his favorite Gryffindor.
“Love?” he called out as he strolled through their sitting room only to find it empty. “Harry?”
He halted in place and listened for any sound of movement from the other man. “Hon?” he tried again, his voice going a little higher when he found himself completely alone in their shared flat.
Shuffling back to the kitchen, the blond opened the far cupboard and pulled out a jar of pickles-they were definitely needed for later. He waltzed into the sitting room and threw himself bodily onto the couch. He would just have to wait for Harry.
Less than half an hour later, a loud CRACK of apparition woke Draco up from his catnap.
“Harry?” he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Where’d you go?”
He watched his boyfriend from the other side of the room, his back to Draco, giving him a lovely view of his firm arse. Draco licked his lips, cursing his hormones as a pool of want coiled low in his belly.
Unloading and resizing several boxes and bags in a chaotic pile, Harry muttered to himself as if he hadn’t noticed the blond. “Where is it? Where is that book? I know I put it somewhere-AHA!” he shouted and dug into a particularly large, yellow box.
“Harry,” Draco tried again from his spot on the couch.
“It’s supposed to be-”
“Harry,” the blond raised his voice to be heard over his boyfriend’s incessant mumbling.
Harry ran a hand through his hair, making it look even more disorderly than normal. He shook his head as if he had come to a decision and started to rummage through the assorted pile again. “Harry!” Draco shouted, lifting the top half of his body off the sofa, fighting the surge of worry and alarm that had swept over him.
“Huh?” Harry stopped mid-rant and turned to face his boyfriend, blinking owlishly at Draco. “Dray,” he whispered reverently and dropped the book in his left hand as he hurried over to the sofa. “I thought you were in the kitchen.”
“I was,” Draco replied, planting a sweet kiss on his love’s lips. “You’ve been gone for a while, Harry.”
Bending down, Harry rested his hands on Draco’s abdomen and absentmindedly rubbed the small bump where the blond’s stomach swelled. “Daddy loves you, Jamie,” he said through the gentle kisses he planted on his boyfriend’s belly. “I was out getting baby supplies,” he said to Draco, staring into his pregnant boyfriend’s eyes with such tenderness that Draco’s heart melted.
“Supplies?” Draco countered, cupping Harry’s face in his hands and kissing the tip of his nose. “Harry, the nursery has been ready for a month. We already have everything we need.”
Harry ducked his head and softly massaged the bump with his fingers. “Er,” he started and gathered his boyfriend into his arms, cuddling the blond against his chest, his bulging stomach pushing against him. “I started thinking about the fireplace.”
“The fireplace,” Draco deadpanned. Sometimes a thinking Harry did not bode well.
“Yes,” he said, walking his fingers up and down Draco’s arm. “And I thought about the time that Teddy almost flooed to God-knows-where-and what if that happened to Jamie-so I decided to close the fireplace. But then I tripped over the coffee table and what if Jamie hit his little head on one of the corners, you know? And then I stubbed my toe on the couch and almost knocked over the lamp. Dray, our house isn’t ready for a baby. It’s not even ready for me.”
Draco chuckled lightly and raked his fingers through his boyfriend’s dark hair. “Harry,” he admonished, waiting until the other man made eye contact, “Jamie isn’t even here yet. Are you sure you’re not projecting?”
“I’m not projecting, I-”
“Will be a wonderful father. You’re the only person I want to build a family with, love.”
Harry chewed on his bottom lip before a brilliant smile engulfed his face. “You’re the only one I want to be the father of my children,” Harry whispered and kissed his boyfriend. “Little Jamie is going to be lucky to have you.”
“You too,” Draco laughed and snuggled closer to Harry.
“Do you want a pickle?” Harry asked, reaching for the jar sitting on the coffee table.
“With chocolate ice cream and nutella.”
“Anything for you, love.”
“But first, shove off, I have to pee.”