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Title: Blank Space 62
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mpreg, bickering
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 335 - damage
Summary: At least they work well together in the kitchen.
Draco turned the page of The Daily Prophet and folded it. His eyes were drawn to an advertisement for contraceptive potions. It was too late for him; the damage was done.
Harry stumbled into the kitchen and nicked the section of the paper with the Quidditch scores.
"I wasn't done with that yet," Draco protested.
"You're reading the gossip," Harry stated.
It was true, so Draco didn't bother to argue.
"What's for breakfast?" Harry asked, peering at Draco with bleary, hopeful eyes.
"It's not my job to feed you," Draco drawled.
Harry leaned back as if struck. "Yes, it is your job!" he exclaimed. "You got me up the duff, and now you have to feed me."
"I can say the same to you."
"You got me up the duff first!"
They glared at one another across the table and then both laughed at the same time.
"I'll make toast if you scramble some eggs," said Harry.
"Why do I have to make the eggs?"
"Yours are fluffier than mine," Harry replied.
Draco watched him carefully for any sign that he was lying, but Harry's face remained earnest. He sighed and set the paper down. "Very well, you tosser. I'll make the eggs." They worked well together in the kitchen, Draco noted. Harry timed it so the toast was done just as Draco was plating the eggs.
"Is there any speculation in the Prophet about us?" Harry asked before taking a bite.
"No, for once we're not in the news."
"Huh," mused Harry. "I reckon that means we should get into a public row to give them something to write about."
"Don't encourage the gossipmongers."
Harry grinned and announced, "I'm going to Weasleys Wizard Wheezes today."
Draco glanced up. "Why?"
"I can't sit around here all day," said Harry. "Besides, I want to find some toys for the babies."
Draco's fork clattered to the table. "You are not buying our children anything from there! Do you want to turn them into...to Puffskeins?"
"George has an entire section of toys," Harry informed him. "I want to look at the plush ones."
Nostrils flaring, Draco said, "If we're shopping for the babies, we will do so together."
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Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mpreg, bickering
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 335 - damage
Summary: At least they work well together in the kitchen.
Draco turned the page of The Daily Prophet and folded it. His eyes were drawn to an advertisement for contraceptive potions. It was too late for him; the damage was done.
Harry stumbled into the kitchen and nicked the section of the paper with the Quidditch scores.
"I wasn't done with that yet," Draco protested.
"You're reading the gossip," Harry stated.
It was true, so Draco didn't bother to argue.
"What's for breakfast?" Harry asked, peering at Draco with bleary, hopeful eyes.
"It's not my job to feed you," Draco drawled.
Harry leaned back as if struck. "Yes, it is your job!" he exclaimed. "You got me up the duff, and now you have to feed me."
"I can say the same to you."
"You got me up the duff first!"
They glared at one another across the table and then both laughed at the same time.
"I'll make toast if you scramble some eggs," said Harry.
"Why do I have to make the eggs?"
"Yours are fluffier than mine," Harry replied.
Draco watched him carefully for any sign that he was lying, but Harry's face remained earnest. He sighed and set the paper down. "Very well, you tosser. I'll make the eggs." They worked well together in the kitchen, Draco noted. Harry timed it so the toast was done just as Draco was plating the eggs.
"Is there any speculation in the Prophet about us?" Harry asked before taking a bite.
"No, for once we're not in the news."
"Huh," mused Harry. "I reckon that means we should get into a public row to give them something to write about."
"Don't encourage the gossipmongers."
Harry grinned and announced, "I'm going to Weasleys Wizard Wheezes today."
Draco glanced up. "Why?"
"I can't sit around here all day," said Harry. "Besides, I want to find some toys for the babies."
Draco's fork clattered to the table. "You are not buying our children anything from there! Do you want to turn them into...to Puffskeins?"
"George has an entire section of toys," Harry informed him. "I want to look at the plush ones."
Nostrils flaring, Draco said, "If we're shopping for the babies, we will do so together."
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