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Happy birthday Harry
So, I've just managed to make this post with twenty minutes of 31st July 2005 remaining here in the UK.
And here is a little H/D story.
I am putting a warning on this story. It is Pre-Mpreg, so please don't click on the cut if you dislike such things. Personally, I blame taradiane and snottygrrl for this
Maybe Baby
“Don’t they look sweet together?” Hermione gave an indulgent smile as she stared out of the kitchen window into the garden. On the other side of the room she heard Ron making retching noises. “And who asked you, Ronald Weasley? I’m talking to your sister.”
“You happen to be talking about my best friend, Hermione. Harry should never be described as ‘sweet’, especially not when you’re talking about him being with that person.” Ron hacked at a lemon, cutting off an untidy slice, which he tossed into a glass.
Hermione glanced briefly at Ginny and then back at her husband. “Malfoy is Harry’s partner. I thought you were happy about that now.”
“Accepting, yes.” He picked up the tray of glasses. “Happy ... never.” With that he slouched from the kitchen and out into the garden where family and friends had gathered for Harry’s twenty-fifth birthday.
“I think some of this is my fault.” Ginny watched her brother. “He still somehow expected Harry and I to get back together.”
The two women stood silently at the window. “How about you, Ginny? Do you still expect it?”
“Oh no, not since that last year we were at Hogwarts. When Harry said he couldn’t stay with me I think I realised then that there was a deeper reason for it.” She sighed wistfully. “I still miss him though and sometimes wonder what might have been without You-Know-Who and the war and everything. But somehow, those two were meant to be.”
In the garden Draco leaned towards Harry, whispering something to his husband and even from that distance it was clear Harry flushed a little at the words. Draco then placed a finger under Harry’s chin and very briefly brushed his lips against Harry’s mouth.
“How can I compete with that?”
Hermione reached out and hugged her sister-in-law. “But you’re happy with Dean? You married him way before Harry started seeing Draco.”
“I know.” Her eyes drifted to where Dean was talking to Neville and then to her three-year-old twins playing in the vegetable garden. Dean suddenly realised what the boys were up to and rushed to retrieve them before all the carrots had been pulled from the ground. “I’m really lucky. It’s just that, well, Harry was my first love and I suppose that’s always going to be special.”
“Mmmm,” Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
“Still, l shouldn’t be dwelling on this. It’s Harry’s birthday we’re here for.” Ginny returned to the salad she was preparing. “And Harry is clearly very happy ... you can see it on his face. And he’s even putting on weight.”
“At long last. I’ve been telling him he’s underweight for years.”
“Must be Draco’s cooking.” Ginny smirked. “Or something else. Mum said the other day that he looked positively blooming.”
Hermione stared at Ginny for a moment, at first a little mystified and then with a growing sense of realisation. “You don’t think....”
“That Harry’s pregnant?” Ginny shrugged. “It all makes sense. The extra weight and he’s been a little more emotional over the last few weeks as well.”
Returning her attention back to the garden, Hermione stared at Harry. Male pregnancy wasn’t commonplace in the Wizarding worlds, but she’d found out during her studies as a Healer that it did happen given the right set of circumstances. “But that would mean that Harry would have to had let Draco....” She waved a hand. “You know....”
Ginny giggled a little. “And I bet you always thought it would be Harry on top.”
Hermione was sure she was blushing a little at the thought. “Oh my.” She couldn’t help but join in with the other woman’s giggles.
“Do you think he knows?”
“Probably not. This sort of thing still isn’t talked about and is very rare. I didn’t even know it was possible until I started my Healer studies, so how on earth would Harry know, especially if Draco hadn’t told him..” She watched as the two men came to their feet and Draco placed a protective arm around Harry’s waist.
Ginny’s eyebrow rose at the gesture. “Do you think Draco knows?”
“Well, he’s looking pretty smug with himself just lately.” Hermione frowned thoughtfully. “I wonder....” She started towards the door. “There are some notes in one of my text books giving symptoms and signs. Look, why don’t you try and get Draco away from him and I’m going to get Harry to read the book.”
“Today? On his Birthday? Just like that?”
“Well, why not. He’d want to know.”
Ginny snorted. “Oh, I’m sure he would, but not in the middle of a party. And you could be wrong.”
“You’re the one who said he looked blooming.”
“I didn’t! That was mum.”
“And Molly’s had enough babies to notice.” Reaching the door, Hermione looked back over her shoulder. “They might even let me be godmother ... fairy godmother.” She grinned excitedly.
With a sigh, Ginny watched her best friend disappear from sight. Once Hermione got a bee in her bonnet about something there was no stopping her. As for Harry.... She glanced back out of the window. It looked like he was about to be thrown into the limelight once again.
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Part Two
So, I've just managed to make this post with twenty minutes of 31st July 2005 remaining here in the UK.
And here is a little H/D story.
I am putting a warning on this story. It is Pre-Mpreg, so please don't click on the cut if you dislike such things. Personally, I blame taradiane and snottygrrl for this
Maybe Baby
“Don’t they look sweet together?” Hermione gave an indulgent smile as she stared out of the kitchen window into the garden. On the other side of the room she heard Ron making retching noises. “And who asked you, Ronald Weasley? I’m talking to your sister.”
“You happen to be talking about my best friend, Hermione. Harry should never be described as ‘sweet’, especially not when you’re talking about him being with that person.” Ron hacked at a lemon, cutting off an untidy slice, which he tossed into a glass.
Hermione glanced briefly at Ginny and then back at her husband. “Malfoy is Harry’s partner. I thought you were happy about that now.”
“Accepting, yes.” He picked up the tray of glasses. “Happy ... never.” With that he slouched from the kitchen and out into the garden where family and friends had gathered for Harry’s twenty-fifth birthday.
“I think some of this is my fault.” Ginny watched her brother. “He still somehow expected Harry and I to get back together.”
The two women stood silently at the window. “How about you, Ginny? Do you still expect it?”
“Oh no, not since that last year we were at Hogwarts. When Harry said he couldn’t stay with me I think I realised then that there was a deeper reason for it.” She sighed wistfully. “I still miss him though and sometimes wonder what might have been without You-Know-Who and the war and everything. But somehow, those two were meant to be.”
In the garden Draco leaned towards Harry, whispering something to his husband and even from that distance it was clear Harry flushed a little at the words. Draco then placed a finger under Harry’s chin and very briefly brushed his lips against Harry’s mouth.
“How can I compete with that?”
Hermione reached out and hugged her sister-in-law. “But you’re happy with Dean? You married him way before Harry started seeing Draco.”
“I know.” Her eyes drifted to where Dean was talking to Neville and then to her three-year-old twins playing in the vegetable garden. Dean suddenly realised what the boys were up to and rushed to retrieve them before all the carrots had been pulled from the ground. “I’m really lucky. It’s just that, well, Harry was my first love and I suppose that’s always going to be special.”
“Mmmm,” Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
“Still, l shouldn’t be dwelling on this. It’s Harry’s birthday we’re here for.” Ginny returned to the salad she was preparing. “And Harry is clearly very happy ... you can see it on his face. And he’s even putting on weight.”
“At long last. I’ve been telling him he’s underweight for years.”
“Must be Draco’s cooking.” Ginny smirked. “Or something else. Mum said the other day that he looked positively blooming.”
Hermione stared at Ginny for a moment, at first a little mystified and then with a growing sense of realisation. “You don’t think....”
“That Harry’s pregnant?” Ginny shrugged. “It all makes sense. The extra weight and he’s been a little more emotional over the last few weeks as well.”
Returning her attention back to the garden, Hermione stared at Harry. Male pregnancy wasn’t commonplace in the Wizarding worlds, but she’d found out during her studies as a Healer that it did happen given the right set of circumstances. “But that would mean that Harry would have to had let Draco....” She waved a hand. “You know....”
Ginny giggled a little. “And I bet you always thought it would be Harry on top.”
Hermione was sure she was blushing a little at the thought. “Oh my.” She couldn’t help but join in with the other woman’s giggles.
“Do you think he knows?”
“Probably not. This sort of thing still isn’t talked about and is very rare. I didn’t even know it was possible until I started my Healer studies, so how on earth would Harry know, especially if Draco hadn’t told him..” She watched as the two men came to their feet and Draco placed a protective arm around Harry’s waist.
Ginny’s eyebrow rose at the gesture. “Do you think Draco knows?”
“Well, he’s looking pretty smug with himself just lately.” Hermione frowned thoughtfully. “I wonder....” She started towards the door. “There are some notes in one of my text books giving symptoms and signs. Look, why don’t you try and get Draco away from him and I’m going to get Harry to read the book.”
“Today? On his Birthday? Just like that?”
“Well, why not. He’d want to know.”
Ginny snorted. “Oh, I’m sure he would, but not in the middle of a party. And you could be wrong.”
“You’re the one who said he looked blooming.”
“I didn’t! That was mum.”
“And Molly’s had enough babies to notice.” Reaching the door, Hermione looked back over her shoulder. “They might even let me be godmother ... fairy godmother.” She grinned excitedly.
With a sigh, Ginny watched her best friend disappear from sight. Once Hermione got a bee in her bonnet about something there was no stopping her. As for Harry.... She glanced back out of the window. It looked like he was about to be thrown into the limelight once again.
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Part Two