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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,231
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40
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Preperation Baby
Last Night... I.ops
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Chapter Three
Preparation Baby
The taxi slowed to a stop outside a grungy, old, two-story, motel.
\"Uhg! I said the nearest NICE. HOTEL.\"
\"Sir this IS the nearest nice hotel. Unless you rather I take you to \'Rat Stop Motel\' down the street.\" Harry did not like this guy’s attitude, so he just sighed and got of the cab. He gathered his things and payed the driver. The guy quickly stepped on the gas and hauled ass.
\"Gee. What a nice guy.\" Harry walked under the large neon sign that said:
\"Doosy Motel
VACANCY\"
As he walked in, he noticed the lack of people and infestation of cockroaches. \'Uhg! Disgusting!\'
\"O God. I think they\'re multiplying,\" he said with disdain. \'Maybe I should find a different place.\'
\"Can I help you, sir?\" Harry hadn\'t noticed the greasy red head man come out of a back door. His hair was the color of Ron\'s, but so was his skin. Harry regarded him with disgust.
\"Yeah, I need a room.\" \'Obviously,\' Harry thought dryly.
\"20 euro ($25) for a night. 120 euro ($150) for a week.\"*
\"Two nights,\" he answered. Harry handed him the money.
\"I\'ll need your name, sir.\" Harry thought for a second.
\"James Evans.\" The man didn\'t seem too surprised at the obvious fakeness of the name. He just wrote it down, and handed Harry a key that said 15 t.
t.
\"Room 15 is on the second floor, Mr.... Evans.\" The man smirked at him.
\'What is with these jackass workers everywhere I go?\' \"Yeah thanks.\" Easily annoyed is an understatement. \'Maybe its mood swings.\'
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Harry sat in the dingy motel room. He was trying to go over the recent events in his life calmly. It wasn\'t working. He got up, off the bed, and got out the phone book he had found in one of the dresser drawers. He flipped to the business pages looking for a pediatrician with their own private office. The last thing he needed was a large hospital. His skimming finger stopped on one that said Experimental Pregnancies. There was a large add next to it that said they specialized in all the latest forms of pregnancy and artificial insemination.
\"Perfect.\" He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
\"Hello! Experimental Pregnancies. This is Doctor Arnett speaking.\" The woman on the other end of the line\'s voice spiked into a high pitched I\'m-way-to-friendly tone. Yes. Very easily annoyed.
\"Hi. I\'m James Evans. I would like to schedule an appointment.\"
\"You don\'t have to schedule for sperm donation.\"
\"That\'s good to know. I want to schedule an appointment. Do you have any openings today?\" Irate would be a good word.
\"Uh... yes we do... How does 2:00 sound?\"
\"Perfect. Thanks for your help.\"
\"You\'re welco-CLICK\"
\"Hmmm... Experimental Pregnancies. Maybe I won\'t have to pay her off.\"
Harry looked at the clock. It was 11:49. He decided to get into the shower before he went to the Doctor\'s office.
==========
1:40 found Harry waiting patiently in the patients waiting room.** He looked around the room slowly. Four pregnant women were stationed around the room. They all were reading magazines.
He analyzed the room it self. It was clean here, but it wasn\'t exactly high-tech. \'Grants for their little experiments must be running low.\' Harry looked next to him at the stack of magazines on the table. He flipped through them. He picked up the one entitled \'Pregnancies Beyond.\' There was an article titled \'I\'m having an alien’s baby.\'
\"Crack pots,\" Harry mumbled under his breath.
The assistant walked into the room holding a clipboard.
\"Umm... Mister? Evans. The doctor will see you now.\" Harry stood and followed her down a colorful hall way and into the third room on the right. The assistant took his vitals, asked him a few questions about his medical history, and then left. About five minutes later the doctor entered the room.
\"Mr. Evans, what can I do for you today?\"
Harry smirked. \"I\'m pregnant. I was hoping your office could take my peculiar case. I need secrecy though. I\'m prepared to pay you for your silence.\"
Dr. Arnett looked shocked, but quickly recovered. \"That won\'t be necessary, sir. We pride ourselves on confidentiality here.\" Harry suspected this was because of some illegal experiments. She continued, \"How long have you been pregnant, and how did this occur?\"
\"About a month. I had sex.\" At her disapproving look, he said simply, \"My body is different to other males. Also I\'ll require a c-section.\"
\"Alright then.\" She started to look over him. \"I\'ll expect you back in two weeks for an ultra sound. My assistant will set up a time. Try not to eat anythingt dat day, and try to go to the restroom as much as possible.\"
\"Yeah, sure.\"
\"See you then Mr. Evans.\"
\"Yeah, bye.\"
\"Bye.\"
Harry left the room. He stopped by the front desk for his appointment time.
==========
Harry went to a near by coffee shop. He ordered a soy latte\' and got a newspaper. He sat down and looked through flat listings. He circled a few and went to sipping his latte\'. When he finished, he headed out to look at the flats that he had circled. He had tried to pick things that looked as if the owner would not care that he was 15, but he could just lie about his age. He didn\'t want to live in a slum after all.
==========
*I hope that\'s right. I\'m American so I\'m not exactly how how euros work. I used the yahoo currency converter.
**I really could not resist.
Thanks to those who reviewed. I hope that was better.
Lovies!
JulYa!
Chapter Three
Preparation Baby
The taxi slowed to a stop outside a grungy, old, two-story, motel.
\"Uhg! I said the nearest NICE. HOTEL.\"
\"Sir this IS the nearest nice hotel. Unless you rather I take you to \'Rat Stop Motel\' down the street.\" Harry did not like this guy’s attitude, so he just sighed and got of the cab. He gathered his things and payed the driver. The guy quickly stepped on the gas and hauled ass.
\"Gee. What a nice guy.\" Harry walked under the large neon sign that said:
\"Doosy Motel
VACANCY\"
As he walked in, he noticed the lack of people and infestation of cockroaches. \'Uhg! Disgusting!\'
\"O God. I think they\'re multiplying,\" he said with disdain. \'Maybe I should find a different place.\'
\"Can I help you, sir?\" Harry hadn\'t noticed the greasy red head man come out of a back door. His hair was the color of Ron\'s, but so was his skin. Harry regarded him with disgust.
\"Yeah, I need a room.\" \'Obviously,\' Harry thought dryly.
\"20 euro ($25) for a night. 120 euro ($150) for a week.\"*
\"Two nights,\" he answered. Harry handed him the money.
\"I\'ll need your name, sir.\" Harry thought for a second.
\"James Evans.\" The man didn\'t seem too surprised at the obvious fakeness of the name. He just wrote it down, and handed Harry a key that said 15 t.
t.
\"Room 15 is on the second floor, Mr.... Evans.\" The man smirked at him.
\'What is with these jackass workers everywhere I go?\' \"Yeah thanks.\" Easily annoyed is an understatement. \'Maybe its mood swings.\'
==========
Harry sat in the dingy motel room. He was trying to go over the recent events in his life calmly. It wasn\'t working. He got up, off the bed, and got out the phone book he had found in one of the dresser drawers. He flipped to the business pages looking for a pediatrician with their own private office. The last thing he needed was a large hospital. His skimming finger stopped on one that said Experimental Pregnancies. There was a large add next to it that said they specialized in all the latest forms of pregnancy and artificial insemination.
\"Perfect.\" He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
\"Hello! Experimental Pregnancies. This is Doctor Arnett speaking.\" The woman on the other end of the line\'s voice spiked into a high pitched I\'m-way-to-friendly tone. Yes. Very easily annoyed.
\"Hi. I\'m James Evans. I would like to schedule an appointment.\"
\"You don\'t have to schedule for sperm donation.\"
\"That\'s good to know. I want to schedule an appointment. Do you have any openings today?\" Irate would be a good word.
\"Uh... yes we do... How does 2:00 sound?\"
\"Perfect. Thanks for your help.\"
\"You\'re welco-CLICK\"
\"Hmmm... Experimental Pregnancies. Maybe I won\'t have to pay her off.\"
Harry looked at the clock. It was 11:49. He decided to get into the shower before he went to the Doctor\'s office.
==========
1:40 found Harry waiting patiently in the patients waiting room.** He looked around the room slowly. Four pregnant women were stationed around the room. They all were reading magazines.
He analyzed the room it self. It was clean here, but it wasn\'t exactly high-tech. \'Grants for their little experiments must be running low.\' Harry looked next to him at the stack of magazines on the table. He flipped through them. He picked up the one entitled \'Pregnancies Beyond.\' There was an article titled \'I\'m having an alien’s baby.\'
\"Crack pots,\" Harry mumbled under his breath.
The assistant walked into the room holding a clipboard.
\"Umm... Mister? Evans. The doctor will see you now.\" Harry stood and followed her down a colorful hall way and into the third room on the right. The assistant took his vitals, asked him a few questions about his medical history, and then left. About five minutes later the doctor entered the room.
\"Mr. Evans, what can I do for you today?\"
Harry smirked. \"I\'m pregnant. I was hoping your office could take my peculiar case. I need secrecy though. I\'m prepared to pay you for your silence.\"
Dr. Arnett looked shocked, but quickly recovered. \"That won\'t be necessary, sir. We pride ourselves on confidentiality here.\" Harry suspected this was because of some illegal experiments. She continued, \"How long have you been pregnant, and how did this occur?\"
\"About a month. I had sex.\" At her disapproving look, he said simply, \"My body is different to other males. Also I\'ll require a c-section.\"
\"Alright then.\" She started to look over him. \"I\'ll expect you back in two weeks for an ultra sound. My assistant will set up a time. Try not to eat anythingt dat day, and try to go to the restroom as much as possible.\"
\"Yeah, sure.\"
\"See you then Mr. Evans.\"
\"Yeah, bye.\"
\"Bye.\"
Harry left the room. He stopped by the front desk for his appointment time.
==========
Harry went to a near by coffee shop. He ordered a soy latte\' and got a newspaper. He sat down and looked through flat listings. He circled a few and went to sipping his latte\'. When he finished, he headed out to look at the flats that he had circled. He had tried to pick things that looked as if the owner would not care that he was 15, but he could just lie about his age. He didn\'t want to live in a slum after all.
==========
*I hope that\'s right. I\'m American so I\'m not exactly how how euros work. I used the yahoo currency converter.
**I really could not resist.
Thanks to those who reviewed. I hope that was better.
Lovies!
JulYa!