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Dinner and Snowflakes
Sorry for being late agian, I continue to forget about updating! I really have to change that so from now on it's in my calendar!
Summary: Harry becomes pregnant, the father of the baby is far from who he would have wanted to be. Draco loves Harry, Harry loves Ron, even when Draco does all he can to help Harry during the pregnancy Harry still only have eyes for his best friend
Pairings DM/HP mentions of HP/RW
Warnings: SLASH, MPREG, OOCness and bad language
Not you’re cup? Well bugger of then!
Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
End Disclaimer!
Please keep in mind that English is not my first language!
It Wasn't Supposed To Be Like This
Chapter 9: Dinner and Snowflakes
It didn’t matter how much he tried, Harry couldn’t swallow one bite of the meatloaf in front of him, if anything the grey piece of meat made him nauseous. He pushed his plate away and scanned the table in a search for something tastier to eat.
Kidney pie, his stomach turned violently. Pasta, he felt the bile rise in his throat. Chicken, sounded good until he saw Seamus stuffing his face with liver stew right next to the chicken. Sighing, Harry looked towards the other side of the table. There, right beside him stood soured milk and a container of muesli.
Pomfrey had told Harry to eat the muesli and soured milk at least once a day, preferably during breakfast but Harry hated it less during lunch and dinner so the table always held a can of soured milk and a box of muesli.
Now, however, he disregarded the muesli and only took the soured milk, then scanning the table again for something to add he spotted some chocolate sauce (he didn’t understand why it was there during dinner and not later during desert but then again he didn’t much care) and instantly went for it.
Mixing it together he smiled and started eating. After the first spoon he sighed in pleasure, this must be heaven he thought while swallowing another spoonful.
He heard several of his housemates make sounds of disgust but ignored them in favour of his “food”.
Hermione suspiciously eyed the mud-like substance in his bowl. “Harry are you sure that’s healthy? I mean I know pregnant men have more intense cravings when it comes to food and sex” Harry almost spat the chocolate-soured milk out all over her “but is that eh, goo really safe for you?”
Blushing, he only nodded and started to eat a lot faster, half the table was now watching them, Hermione hadn’t exactly whispered, those that hadn’t heard her were soon given the news of what she said by their neighbour.
Swallowing the last bit he stood up and after grabbing his jacket, cap and mittens he excused himself from the table and left at a fast pace.
His face and neck were red and warm from embarrassment and humiliation. He couldn’t believe that had just happened; he knew that by tomorrow people would have turned Hermione’s little speech inside out and totally butchered it up to something completely different, he would sound like a sex-starved lunatic or something of the like, he just knew it.
He was halfway up the first set of stairs when he had heard Draco call his name.
“Harry! Harry wait up!” He turned around and blushed more when he suddenly remembered his promise to take a walk outside with Draco, in his haste to hide from the world he had completely forgotten about it.
“Did you change your mind?” the blonde asked Harry who just shook his head. Still blushing he began to slowly walk down to the where Draco stood waiting for him with a small smile playing on his lips.
“How do you feel?”
The question irritated Harry a bit since Draco had the habit of asking that exact same question at least ten times a day, it made him feel small and like the taller boy thought him vulnerable.
“I’m okay I guess.” That was his usual answer to that particular question. “There’s a check up on Wednesday, would you like to come?” He knew Draco would love it but the change of topic was such a relief that he didn’t care if Draco jumped around and danced in happiness (although that would be quite funny).
Draco didn’t dance though, instead he grinned and hugged Harry close. “You know I would love to come!” He said after stepping back, Harry thought he saw Draco’s hands and feet twitch a little, maybe that was instead of the happy dance or something.
He only nodded in reply and smiled when the blonde huffed under his breath murmuring about evil superheroes that asked unnecessary questions.
Draco then took Harry’s hand and led him outside of the castle. The air was cold and crisp; with it being March the snow had yet to melt. Harry smiled when he watched clouds of mist coming out of their mouths when they breathed.
He loved winter, the chill, the snow and most of all Christmas. Sure summer was nice and all but having to spend it with the Dursleys every break he didn’t really like it, even if his birthday was during summer, if anything that made him dislike it a even more, being all alone for ones birthday is not fun.
Christmas on the other hand was spent in the company of friends and those few people he considered family, it was a time for affection and love and he would feel happy and found himself smiling all the time.
The thought of next Christmas made its way into his head, next Christmas he would have his baby, he would have a real family, even if it was a small one, but he didn’t mind, better a small one than none at all.
Smiling at the thought he looked down at their hands, Draco’s leather gloved hand held his own that was clad in red and grey wool, through the thick material he imagined he could feel the warmth emitting from the larger boy’s hand and even thought he felt like he was betraying Ron in some weird sense. It felt so good to just hold hands with Draco while walking down towards Hagrid’s hut that he didn’t really care.
Draco looked over at him and smiled. “Why are you wearing muggle clothes? Don’t you get cold?” He asked suddenly frowning; the blonde seemed to get a little worried with that thought and Harry couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased.
“Not really and without the robes I can move more freely.”
The sky was dark above them and stars gleamed where the clouds didn’t cover them from sight.
They continued walking a bit more before stopping not far away from the groundskeeper’s hut, smoke welled out of the chimney.
They were both startled but smiled when big flakes of white snow landed on their faces. Letting go of Draco’s hand Harry twirled around and held out his hands while laughing. When he finally stopped spinning he looked at Draco and grinned “I love the snow!” He cried out before half dancing half spinning in the directions of the lake.
He could hear Draco laugh behind him when he stopped and fell on his ass due to a bout dizziness. “Not funny!” He pouted looking up at Draco who seemed to be moving around and tilted in an odd way in front of him until his dizziness had abated.
Harry heard the blonde cast a warming charm and sighed in pleasure when the ground underneath him heated up. Draco sat down beside him and took his hand again. “Care to tell me why you ran out of the great hall blushing worse than a Hufflepuff first year with a crush?“ He asked stroking the mitten covering Harry’s hand.
“I’d rather not.” Harry felt the blush come back and cursed himself and his red face. “But I’ll tell you since you’re going to find out tomorrow anyway even if I don’t tell you.” Draco looked at him with one raised eyebrow and moved a bit closer.
“Hermione said something about pregnant men craving more food and sex then women or something like that.” The blush intensified and Harry couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco. “And the worst part of it is that everyone heard and in the morning there will be tons of rumours about me, I just don’t think I can handle it.”
The ice on the lake was clear and Harry could see some merpeople drilling holes in it, for air he guessed. He even thought he could see a tentacle of the squid move at the far end, holding some sort of fish.
He let out a surprised squeak when Draco wrapped his arms around him and leaned his Head on Harry’s shoulder. “If anyone says anything I’ll make sure they will think twice before opening their mouths again, ok baby?” Harry turned his head and couldn’t help but smile a small smile while nodding.
Draco’s protectiveness felt comforting and made him feel safe and cared for. Harry felt somewhat guilty for taking pleasure in Draco’s actions towards him when he still felt the way he did for Ron but he couldn’t help it. The guilt he felt when he leaned into Draco disappeared soon enough; he just refused to even think about the bastard that was once his friend.
Draco asking several times a day about how he felt was irritating but Draco threatening to harm anyone that hurt him was sweet, he didn’t really understand why, it was just the way he felt, though he guessed, it was because the questioning about his health all the time came far too often and this was the first time he saw this new almost aggressive side of Draco.
They sat like that for a while more, watching the merpeople drill holes in the ice and their children playing what seemed to be a game of tag. Harry enjoyed the silence that was only interrupted by a “plopping” sound every once in a while when of the merpeople’s drills went through the ice.
He had sighed in contentment when Draco had started to stroke his abdomen and hum slightly, somewhere in between the humming and Draco kissing his cheek goodnight outside of the Gryffindor common room about half an hour before curfew, Harry had decided that it was time to let Ron go, to start focusing on the baby and maybe let Draco into his life a bit more.
TBC
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Summary: Harry becomes pregnant, the father of the baby is far from who he would have wanted to be. Draco loves Harry, Harry loves Ron, even when Draco does all he can to help Harry during the pregnancy Harry still only have eyes for his best friend
Pairings DM/HP mentions of HP/RW
Warnings: SLASH, MPREG, OOCness and bad language
Not you’re cup? Well bugger of then!
Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
End Disclaimer!
Please keep in mind that English is not my first language!
It Wasn't Supposed To Be Like This
Chapter 9: Dinner and Snowflakes
It didn’t matter how much he tried, Harry couldn’t swallow one bite of the meatloaf in front of him, if anything the grey piece of meat made him nauseous. He pushed his plate away and scanned the table in a search for something tastier to eat.
Kidney pie, his stomach turned violently. Pasta, he felt the bile rise in his throat. Chicken, sounded good until he saw Seamus stuffing his face with liver stew right next to the chicken. Sighing, Harry looked towards the other side of the table. There, right beside him stood soured milk and a container of muesli.
Pomfrey had told Harry to eat the muesli and soured milk at least once a day, preferably during breakfast but Harry hated it less during lunch and dinner so the table always held a can of soured milk and a box of muesli.
Now, however, he disregarded the muesli and only took the soured milk, then scanning the table again for something to add he spotted some chocolate sauce (he didn’t understand why it was there during dinner and not later during desert but then again he didn’t much care) and instantly went for it.
Mixing it together he smiled and started eating. After the first spoon he sighed in pleasure, this must be heaven he thought while swallowing another spoonful.
He heard several of his housemates make sounds of disgust but ignored them in favour of his “food”.
Hermione suspiciously eyed the mud-like substance in his bowl. “Harry are you sure that’s healthy? I mean I know pregnant men have more intense cravings when it comes to food and sex” Harry almost spat the chocolate-soured milk out all over her “but is that eh, goo really safe for you?”
Blushing, he only nodded and started to eat a lot faster, half the table was now watching them, Hermione hadn’t exactly whispered, those that hadn’t heard her were soon given the news of what she said by their neighbour.
Swallowing the last bit he stood up and after grabbing his jacket, cap and mittens he excused himself from the table and left at a fast pace.
His face and neck were red and warm from embarrassment and humiliation. He couldn’t believe that had just happened; he knew that by tomorrow people would have turned Hermione’s little speech inside out and totally butchered it up to something completely different, he would sound like a sex-starved lunatic or something of the like, he just knew it.
He was halfway up the first set of stairs when he had heard Draco call his name.
“Harry! Harry wait up!” He turned around and blushed more when he suddenly remembered his promise to take a walk outside with Draco, in his haste to hide from the world he had completely forgotten about it.
“Did you change your mind?” the blonde asked Harry who just shook his head. Still blushing he began to slowly walk down to the where Draco stood waiting for him with a small smile playing on his lips.
“How do you feel?”
The question irritated Harry a bit since Draco had the habit of asking that exact same question at least ten times a day, it made him feel small and like the taller boy thought him vulnerable.
“I’m okay I guess.” That was his usual answer to that particular question. “There’s a check up on Wednesday, would you like to come?” He knew Draco would love it but the change of topic was such a relief that he didn’t care if Draco jumped around and danced in happiness (although that would be quite funny).
Draco didn’t dance though, instead he grinned and hugged Harry close. “You know I would love to come!” He said after stepping back, Harry thought he saw Draco’s hands and feet twitch a little, maybe that was instead of the happy dance or something.
He only nodded in reply and smiled when the blonde huffed under his breath murmuring about evil superheroes that asked unnecessary questions.
Draco then took Harry’s hand and led him outside of the castle. The air was cold and crisp; with it being March the snow had yet to melt. Harry smiled when he watched clouds of mist coming out of their mouths when they breathed.
He loved winter, the chill, the snow and most of all Christmas. Sure summer was nice and all but having to spend it with the Dursleys every break he didn’t really like it, even if his birthday was during summer, if anything that made him dislike it a even more, being all alone for ones birthday is not fun.
Christmas on the other hand was spent in the company of friends and those few people he considered family, it was a time for affection and love and he would feel happy and found himself smiling all the time.
The thought of next Christmas made its way into his head, next Christmas he would have his baby, he would have a real family, even if it was a small one, but he didn’t mind, better a small one than none at all.
Smiling at the thought he looked down at their hands, Draco’s leather gloved hand held his own that was clad in red and grey wool, through the thick material he imagined he could feel the warmth emitting from the larger boy’s hand and even thought he felt like he was betraying Ron in some weird sense. It felt so good to just hold hands with Draco while walking down towards Hagrid’s hut that he didn’t really care.
Draco looked over at him and smiled. “Why are you wearing muggle clothes? Don’t you get cold?” He asked suddenly frowning; the blonde seemed to get a little worried with that thought and Harry couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased.
“Not really and without the robes I can move more freely.”
The sky was dark above them and stars gleamed where the clouds didn’t cover them from sight.
They continued walking a bit more before stopping not far away from the groundskeeper’s hut, smoke welled out of the chimney.
They were both startled but smiled when big flakes of white snow landed on their faces. Letting go of Draco’s hand Harry twirled around and held out his hands while laughing. When he finally stopped spinning he looked at Draco and grinned “I love the snow!” He cried out before half dancing half spinning in the directions of the lake.
He could hear Draco laugh behind him when he stopped and fell on his ass due to a bout dizziness. “Not funny!” He pouted looking up at Draco who seemed to be moving around and tilted in an odd way in front of him until his dizziness had abated.
Harry heard the blonde cast a warming charm and sighed in pleasure when the ground underneath him heated up. Draco sat down beside him and took his hand again. “Care to tell me why you ran out of the great hall blushing worse than a Hufflepuff first year with a crush?“ He asked stroking the mitten covering Harry’s hand.
“I’d rather not.” Harry felt the blush come back and cursed himself and his red face. “But I’ll tell you since you’re going to find out tomorrow anyway even if I don’t tell you.” Draco looked at him with one raised eyebrow and moved a bit closer.
“Hermione said something about pregnant men craving more food and sex then women or something like that.” The blush intensified and Harry couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco. “And the worst part of it is that everyone heard and in the morning there will be tons of rumours about me, I just don’t think I can handle it.”
The ice on the lake was clear and Harry could see some merpeople drilling holes in it, for air he guessed. He even thought he could see a tentacle of the squid move at the far end, holding some sort of fish.
He let out a surprised squeak when Draco wrapped his arms around him and leaned his Head on Harry’s shoulder. “If anyone says anything I’ll make sure they will think twice before opening their mouths again, ok baby?” Harry turned his head and couldn’t help but smile a small smile while nodding.
Draco’s protectiveness felt comforting and made him feel safe and cared for. Harry felt somewhat guilty for taking pleasure in Draco’s actions towards him when he still felt the way he did for Ron but he couldn’t help it. The guilt he felt when he leaned into Draco disappeared soon enough; he just refused to even think about the bastard that was once his friend.
Draco asking several times a day about how he felt was irritating but Draco threatening to harm anyone that hurt him was sweet, he didn’t really understand why, it was just the way he felt, though he guessed, it was because the questioning about his health all the time came far too often and this was the first time he saw this new almost aggressive side of Draco.
They sat like that for a while more, watching the merpeople drill holes in the ice and their children playing what seemed to be a game of tag. Harry enjoyed the silence that was only interrupted by a “plopping” sound every once in a while when of the merpeople’s drills went through the ice.
He had sighed in contentment when Draco had started to stroke his abdomen and hum slightly, somewhere in between the humming and Draco kissing his cheek goodnight outside of the Gryffindor common room about half an hour before curfew, Harry had decided that it was time to let Ron go, to start focusing on the baby and maybe let Draco into his life a bit more.
TBC
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