Up the Duff
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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31
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26,377
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172
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Morning Sickness
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The first two months of Draco Malfoy-Potter’s strange, duff induced pregnancy, actually weren’t so bad. It felt a little strange of course, knowing that there was a tiny Potter sprouting in his belly, but otherwise things remained basically the same. He and Harry both continued with their classes and even Narcissa (who had made a convincing attempt at strangling Harry upon hearing the news that she would soon be a GRANDMOTHER) seemed to calm down and begin to accept the situation.
Just as Draco was beginning to think that it could possibly be tolerable and he might just be able to pull it off with some small shred of dignity intact… morning sickness struck with a vengeance. Draco, who had always had the stomach of a concrete elephant, was suddenly hurling morning, noon, night and every time he so much as caught a glimpse of a Weasley.
:actual conversation during month three:
Ron Weasley: Hiya mate!
Harry Potter-Malfoy: Morning Ron!
Draco Malfoy-Potter: UUURRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFF!!!!!!
Draco was not quite sure why seeing a Weasley caused jolts of nausea to shudder through his digestive track, but really it wasn’t a huge surprise. After all, gazing upon the weasel had always given him a slightly queasy feeling, now it had just been magnified by a million times infinity.
To make matters even worse, Harry was driving him crazy as bat shit by hovering over him like some perverted mother hen. His determined husband seemed hell bent on experiencing every single blisteringly, joyful second of Draco’s horrendous nightmare with him, and worried constantly over what he ate and how he was sleeping.
Which at the moment wasn’t very much and not at all.
Harry fretted as they walked down the hall towards Professor Snape’s classroom. “You really need to eat more Draco. Why don’t you let me get you some nice succulent, juicy, bloody...”
Malfoy-Potter’s aristocratic face went very pale, faint purple shadows lurked underneath his eyes. "I think I'm going to be sick." Draco interrupted as he lunged for the door to the closest bathroom and did just that. He barely made it to the nearest booth before he was retching wretchedly.
The blond gagged and heaved until he was shaking and clutching the toilet for dear life.
“Just so you know...“ Draco's voice cracked harshly just before he spewed even more vileness into the toilet. “I don’t LIKE you Potter.”
Harry gently brushed the sweat soaked tendrils of blond fringe from his nauseous husbands forehead. “Now sugar fangs; you know you don’t mean that....”
“UURRRFFFFF!!!” Draco replied indignantly.
It took a little pleading and a lot of petting but eventually Draco’s tummy calmed down enough that he allowed Harry to help him to his feet. Together they stepped out of the bathroom cubicle.
Just as the Weasley twins; with their usual perfect timing, chose to saunter into the restroom. Flaunting their barefaced, blatant Weasliness right in front of an already woozy Malfoy-Potter.
Draco’s eyes widened and his stomach lurched. Weasley! A blond head swiveled from one twin to the other. Double Weasley!
Harry watched helplessly as Draco turned absolutely green around the gills at the sight of the redheaded twins, and a second later his spouse had flung himself to his knees to worship at the alter of the lavatory god once more.
“We’re sorry Harry.” George said with a grimace, and Harry almost believed him. Almost.
“Yeah mate.” Fred nodded in agreement. “Sorry.”
All three winced as the bathroom was yet again filled with the dulcet sounds of Draco puking his guts out.
“We’ll just...” George whispered.
“Be on our way.” Fred finished as they both edged nervously toward the door.
A second later they were alone again and Harry pressed his face to the cool metal of the door blocking the stall Draco was currently occupying.
“Are you okay Honey Suckler?" Harry inquired worriedly.
There was a brief moment of utter silence before a weak sounding, but penetrating voice echoed back at him from the inside of a porcelain bowl. “I’ve never LIKED you Potter!”
The first two months of Draco Malfoy-Potter’s strange, duff induced pregnancy, actually weren’t so bad. It felt a little strange of course, knowing that there was a tiny Potter sprouting in his belly, but otherwise things remained basically the same. He and Harry both continued with their classes and even Narcissa (who had made a convincing attempt at strangling Harry upon hearing the news that she would soon be a GRANDMOTHER) seemed to calm down and begin to accept the situation.
Just as Draco was beginning to think that it could possibly be tolerable and he might just be able to pull it off with some small shred of dignity intact… morning sickness struck with a vengeance. Draco, who had always had the stomach of a concrete elephant, was suddenly hurling morning, noon, night and every time he so much as caught a glimpse of a Weasley.
:actual conversation during month three:
Ron Weasley: Hiya mate!
Harry Potter-Malfoy: Morning Ron!
Draco Malfoy-Potter: UUURRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFF!!!!!!
Draco was not quite sure why seeing a Weasley caused jolts of nausea to shudder through his digestive track, but really it wasn’t a huge surprise. After all, gazing upon the weasel had always given him a slightly queasy feeling, now it had just been magnified by a million times infinity.
To make matters even worse, Harry was driving him crazy as bat shit by hovering over him like some perverted mother hen. His determined husband seemed hell bent on experiencing every single blisteringly, joyful second of Draco’s horrendous nightmare with him, and worried constantly over what he ate and how he was sleeping.
Which at the moment wasn’t very much and not at all.
Harry fretted as they walked down the hall towards Professor Snape’s classroom. “You really need to eat more Draco. Why don’t you let me get you some nice succulent, juicy, bloody...”
Malfoy-Potter’s aristocratic face went very pale, faint purple shadows lurked underneath his eyes. "I think I'm going to be sick." Draco interrupted as he lunged for the door to the closest bathroom and did just that. He barely made it to the nearest booth before he was retching wretchedly.
The blond gagged and heaved until he was shaking and clutching the toilet for dear life.
“Just so you know...“ Draco's voice cracked harshly just before he spewed even more vileness into the toilet. “I don’t LIKE you Potter.”
Harry gently brushed the sweat soaked tendrils of blond fringe from his nauseous husbands forehead. “Now sugar fangs; you know you don’t mean that....”
“UURRRFFFFF!!!” Draco replied indignantly.
It took a little pleading and a lot of petting but eventually Draco’s tummy calmed down enough that he allowed Harry to help him to his feet. Together they stepped out of the bathroom cubicle.
Just as the Weasley twins; with their usual perfect timing, chose to saunter into the restroom. Flaunting their barefaced, blatant Weasliness right in front of an already woozy Malfoy-Potter.
Draco’s eyes widened and his stomach lurched. Weasley! A blond head swiveled from one twin to the other. Double Weasley!
Harry watched helplessly as Draco turned absolutely green around the gills at the sight of the redheaded twins, and a second later his spouse had flung himself to his knees to worship at the alter of the lavatory god once more.
“We’re sorry Harry.” George said with a grimace, and Harry almost believed him. Almost.
“Yeah mate.” Fred nodded in agreement. “Sorry.”
All three winced as the bathroom was yet again filled with the dulcet sounds of Draco puking his guts out.
“We’ll just...” George whispered.
“Be on our way.” Fred finished as they both edged nervously toward the door.
A second later they were alone again and Harry pressed his face to the cool metal of the door blocking the stall Draco was currently occupying.
“Are you okay Honey Suckler?" Harry inquired worriedly.
There was a brief moment of utter silence before a weak sounding, but penetrating voice echoed back at him from the inside of a porcelain bowl. “I’ve never LIKED you Potter!”