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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
26,378
Reviews:
172
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Currently Reading:
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Month Four: Cravings
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Month Four: Cravings
Sometime around the end of the fourth month of Draco Malfoy-Potter’s pregnancy the morning sickness finally abated, and he and Harry both gave a small sigh of relief.
Then the cravings started.
It really wasn’t so bad, as being a vampire, Draco mostly craved blood and being as he mostly craved Harry’s there was not much of a problem at first.
Of course, being awakened at two A.M. by soft lips pressing themselves to your inner thigh and thinking that you were going to get a blow job only to discover that your pregnant husband had simply been in the mood for a late night snack was simply... Well, it was NOT ON was what it was, and Harry definitely had had some adjustments to make.
Harry just kept telling himself that it would all be worth it in the end. He was excited about the baby and could hardly wait to hold his own child in his arms.
It wasn’t until breakfast one morning when he noticed Draco staring at Hermione in a hungry manner and licking his lips that the real problems started.
Harry leaned in and hissed in his husbands ear. “Draco.. What are you staring at?”
Draco had jumped in surprise. “Oh nothing....” He said in an eerily light voice. “I was just wondering what “mudblood” actually tasted like.”
Harry had given him a warning look. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Of course not.” Draco mumbled distractedly.
“Draco....”
“She smells so delicious.” Draco whispered dreamily.
“Draco!”
It wasn’t until later in the day when he walked in on Draco with Hermione’s wrist pressed firm to his lips and obviously having a taste for himself that Harry freaked out.
“Draco! Baby Bats!” Harry had screamed in horror. “How could you?!”
Both his husband and his best friend had done nothing more than stare placidly back at the infuriated vampire.
Hermione shrugged. “He did ask first Harry.” She stated calmly.
Harry just gaped back at her, dumbfounded. “And you agreed?”
Hermione sighed. “Its not like Draco is attacking me or is going to try to turn me Harry.” She said condescendingly. “No harm done.”
Harry wondered later, as he was traipsing down to the kitchen at midnight and then back up Gryffindor Tower to fetch a sleeping Hermione because Draco just HAD to have mudblood and chocolate sauce or the world would come to an immediate and brutal end; just how long Hermione would feel that way.
As it turned out, not long at all.
Harry grinned as he watched a pajama clad Hermione stumble drowsily down the stairs towards their room in the Slytherin Dungeons, grumbling with every step. The curlers in her hair bobbed wildly as she staggered and cursed.
“This is the last time I’m doing this Harry.” She griped loudly.
Harry came to a halt behind her. “No.”
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no.” Harry said firmly. “You started this. All you had to do was say no when Draco asked you but you didn’t, so now you’re going to finish what you started.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “Harry.... you cant really expect me to...”
“Oh, but I do....” Harry flashed his fangs at her.
Hermione crossed her arms stubbornly. “I wont.”
Harry sighed. “Don’t make me imperious you Hermione.”
She gasped, gaping at her best friend incredulously. “You don’t mean that!”
“Look Hermione....” Harry said tiredly. “You know as well as I do that this is probably the only child Draco and I will ever have...”
“Yes but....” She tried to interrupt.
“No buts.” Harry said resolutely. “I know its inconvenient for you… but Draco wont be pregnant forever and frankly...” An evil little smile crossed her friends face. “until this is over; what my little undead poodle wants, my little undead poodle is gonna get.”
Hermione turned and stomped off down the stairs muttering under her breath about ingrate best friends and their pregnant poodles.
As it turned out though, she really needn’t have worried. Merely a week later Draco developed a sudden,
nearly uncontrollable craving for squib.
TBC..
Month Four: Cravings
Sometime around the end of the fourth month of Draco Malfoy-Potter’s pregnancy the morning sickness finally abated, and he and Harry both gave a small sigh of relief.
Then the cravings started.
It really wasn’t so bad, as being a vampire, Draco mostly craved blood and being as he mostly craved Harry’s there was not much of a problem at first.
Of course, being awakened at two A.M. by soft lips pressing themselves to your inner thigh and thinking that you were going to get a blow job only to discover that your pregnant husband had simply been in the mood for a late night snack was simply... Well, it was NOT ON was what it was, and Harry definitely had had some adjustments to make.
Harry just kept telling himself that it would all be worth it in the end. He was excited about the baby and could hardly wait to hold his own child in his arms.
It wasn’t until breakfast one morning when he noticed Draco staring at Hermione in a hungry manner and licking his lips that the real problems started.
Harry leaned in and hissed in his husbands ear. “Draco.. What are you staring at?”
Draco had jumped in surprise. “Oh nothing....” He said in an eerily light voice. “I was just wondering what “mudblood” actually tasted like.”
Harry had given him a warning look. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Of course not.” Draco mumbled distractedly.
“Draco....”
“She smells so delicious.” Draco whispered dreamily.
“Draco!”
It wasn’t until later in the day when he walked in on Draco with Hermione’s wrist pressed firm to his lips and obviously having a taste for himself that Harry freaked out.
“Draco! Baby Bats!” Harry had screamed in horror. “How could you?!”
Both his husband and his best friend had done nothing more than stare placidly back at the infuriated vampire.
Hermione shrugged. “He did ask first Harry.” She stated calmly.
Harry just gaped back at her, dumbfounded. “And you agreed?”
Hermione sighed. “Its not like Draco is attacking me or is going to try to turn me Harry.” She said condescendingly. “No harm done.”
Harry wondered later, as he was traipsing down to the kitchen at midnight and then back up Gryffindor Tower to fetch a sleeping Hermione because Draco just HAD to have mudblood and chocolate sauce or the world would come to an immediate and brutal end; just how long Hermione would feel that way.
As it turned out, not long at all.
Harry grinned as he watched a pajama clad Hermione stumble drowsily down the stairs towards their room in the Slytherin Dungeons, grumbling with every step. The curlers in her hair bobbed wildly as she staggered and cursed.
“This is the last time I’m doing this Harry.” She griped loudly.
Harry came to a halt behind her. “No.”
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no.” Harry said firmly. “You started this. All you had to do was say no when Draco asked you but you didn’t, so now you’re going to finish what you started.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “Harry.... you cant really expect me to...”
“Oh, but I do....” Harry flashed his fangs at her.
Hermione crossed her arms stubbornly. “I wont.”
Harry sighed. “Don’t make me imperious you Hermione.”
She gasped, gaping at her best friend incredulously. “You don’t mean that!”
“Look Hermione....” Harry said tiredly. “You know as well as I do that this is probably the only child Draco and I will ever have...”
“Yes but....” She tried to interrupt.
“No buts.” Harry said resolutely. “I know its inconvenient for you… but Draco wont be pregnant forever and frankly...” An evil little smile crossed her friends face. “until this is over; what my little undead poodle wants, my little undead poodle is gonna get.”
Hermione turned and stomped off down the stairs muttering under her breath about ingrate best friends and their pregnant poodles.
As it turned out though, she really needn’t have worried. Merely a week later Draco developed a sudden,
nearly uncontrollable craving for squib.
TBC..