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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
12,749
Reviews:
74
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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History and Threats
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 7: History and Threats
Harry was having another breakdown that week and the week had only started about twelve hours before. This time he was crying and screaming about the marmalade on his toast, it was too sweet (obviously). The time before that had been when he had found out all his trousers were a bit too tight. And the first (the one that he started the week with) was because Seamus had occupied the toilet when Harry needed to pee, being pregnant really affected ones bladder.
“Harry, can we talk?” Harry almost jumped in fright, Ginny stood right behind him looking at him in an odd way. Wiping away his tears with the back of his hand, he rose from the table after grabbing a carrot and dipping it in some mustard.
Ginny led him to the trophy room, no one ever went in there unless it was for a detention, seeing as it was unlikely that anyone would have a detention at lunch on a Monday it was safe. Once there she locked the doors and turned to Harry who was trying to sit on a large rock that had the text “Third placement in international flobberworm racing!”
Ginny cleared her throat to get his attention, it didn’t work seeing as he was too busy trying to remain seated upon the rock instead of gliding down it and ending up on the floor. She just shook her head before performing a glue-charm that made him stay on the top.
After putting her wand away she cleared her throat again to make him look away from his carrot, this time she succeeded. “Harry I wanted to talk to you about Hermione,” noticing that he was about to interrupt her, she went on faster “no don’t say anything let me talk okay?” He glared at her but nodded anyway.
“Hermione is really sorry for not telling you but she just didn’t know how, that's why we were talking in Honeydukes the other day she wanted help with telling you.” She bit her lip when his glare didn’t go away or soften but instead intensified.
“I promise you that she didn’t mean to hurt you! And she wanted to apologise herself but you wouldn’t talk to her so she asked me to but you don’t seem to want to talk to me either so I’ll.. er.. I’ll just go now I think.” She had realised that she was rambling halfway through and mentally slapped herself.
She was just on her way to open the door when she heard Harry giggle behind her, frowning, she turned around. He seemed to have dropped his mustard covered carrot on the floor in an attempt to get down.
“I can’t get down, every time I try my... er.. my bum tickles.” He said blushing but still giggling.
Ginny frowned again before she remembered the glue-charm she had applied to stick Harry to the stone. “Oh right!” She said before removing it, to let Harry slide down, unfortunately only to land on the carrot on the floor, the carrot covered in mustard.
Harry moaned in pain and rose from the floor, looking over his shoulder he saw the thick yellowish line on his robe, conveniently right in the middle on his ass too. Moaning again he looked back at Ginny. “Know any good cleaning-spells?”
She scratched her eyebrow with her wand a moment before smiling and nodding “A Scourgify should take care of it, turn around!” She said pointing her wand at him.
Harry felt a little apprehensive about letting her wave her wand at him but nodded and turned anyway. After hearing Ginny say “Scourgify!” he once again looked over his back and saw nothing wrong, he smiled.
“Thanks a lot Gin, I don’t trust myself to wave my wand at myself and not seeing properly.” He then proceeded with banishing the carrot and the mustard stain. “And I’m not mad at Hermione anymore, I stopped being mad at her the other day in the hospital wing.” He smiled at Ginny who was once again frowning.
“But why are you ignoring her then?” She asked while putting her wand away.
Harry looked away and squirmed a little under her gaze. “Well you see the thing is I kind of.. er” he looked up at her and blushed “I’ve been a little busy.” He tried to avoid telling her anything.
“With?” She asked, now eyeing him in amusement.
“Well, er, I’ve kind of made a new friend lately and, er, we’ve been spending some time together and, er, that’s about it.” He said looking at her under his fringe and with a tomato-coloured blush staining his usually pale cheeks.
“Oh, is it a new boyfriend perhaps?” Ginny just loved teasing Harry, they did that more than actually talking.
“No!” He spluttered and the blush got even worse. “Why do you think that? Just because he’s the, ops.” He bit his lips when he realised what he had been about to say.
Ginny frowned (again, she should really watch out or she'd have a face like a raisin before she got to the age of twenty-five) and looked at him suspiciously. “The what Harry?”
“Nothing! I don’t want to talk about it okay, if you don’t stop questioning me I’ll call Dobby!” He smirked when he saw her eyes widen in fright.
Ginny gaped for a moment before uttering “you wouldn’t!” He only nodded and smirked in response.
During the last battle Ginny had been hit in her back by a death eater with a cutting-charm. She had been left there to die of blood loss. Just before she had lost consciousness Harry had found her and taken her in his arms, she would never forget his face as he looked down at her smiling and telling her that everything would be alright. She had known he was lying, there was no help to get, it had been too late.
But then a miracle had happened and Dobby had literally ‘popped’ up, Ginny had succumbed to the darkness right after that but had been told that the house elf had started crying and muttering something about evil monsters hurting his children, he had then taken her away from the battle and healed her.
She would always be grateful to the small little elf but since that day he was very (as in extremely and annoyingly) overprotective of her and if Harry called Dobby and told him she that she had almost slipped or something just as silly, the little creature would lecture her about it for days and she would be lucky if she even got out of bed during that time, he was very persistent about her resting and not stressing herself out.
“Oh fine!” She huffed and walked out of the room with her nose in the air, all the while hearing Harry sniggering behind her.
TBC
Review, it's not all that painful and takes hardly any time so tell me what you think!
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 7: History and Threats
Harry was having another breakdown that week and the week had only started about twelve hours before. This time he was crying and screaming about the marmalade on his toast, it was too sweet (obviously). The time before that had been when he had found out all his trousers were a bit too tight. And the first (the one that he started the week with) was because Seamus had occupied the toilet when Harry needed to pee, being pregnant really affected ones bladder.
“Harry, can we talk?” Harry almost jumped in fright, Ginny stood right behind him looking at him in an odd way. Wiping away his tears with the back of his hand, he rose from the table after grabbing a carrot and dipping it in some mustard.
Ginny led him to the trophy room, no one ever went in there unless it was for a detention, seeing as it was unlikely that anyone would have a detention at lunch on a Monday it was safe. Once there she locked the doors and turned to Harry who was trying to sit on a large rock that had the text “Third placement in international flobberworm racing!”
Ginny cleared her throat to get his attention, it didn’t work seeing as he was too busy trying to remain seated upon the rock instead of gliding down it and ending up on the floor. She just shook her head before performing a glue-charm that made him stay on the top.
After putting her wand away she cleared her throat again to make him look away from his carrot, this time she succeeded. “Harry I wanted to talk to you about Hermione,” noticing that he was about to interrupt her, she went on faster “no don’t say anything let me talk okay?” He glared at her but nodded anyway.
“Hermione is really sorry for not telling you but she just didn’t know how, that's why we were talking in Honeydukes the other day she wanted help with telling you.” She bit her lip when his glare didn’t go away or soften but instead intensified.
“I promise you that she didn’t mean to hurt you! And she wanted to apologise herself but you wouldn’t talk to her so she asked me to but you don’t seem to want to talk to me either so I’ll.. er.. I’ll just go now I think.” She had realised that she was rambling halfway through and mentally slapped herself.
She was just on her way to open the door when she heard Harry giggle behind her, frowning, she turned around. He seemed to have dropped his mustard covered carrot on the floor in an attempt to get down.
“I can’t get down, every time I try my... er.. my bum tickles.” He said blushing but still giggling.
Ginny frowned again before she remembered the glue-charm she had applied to stick Harry to the stone. “Oh right!” She said before removing it, to let Harry slide down, unfortunately only to land on the carrot on the floor, the carrot covered in mustard.
Harry moaned in pain and rose from the floor, looking over his shoulder he saw the thick yellowish line on his robe, conveniently right in the middle on his ass too. Moaning again he looked back at Ginny. “Know any good cleaning-spells?”
She scratched her eyebrow with her wand a moment before smiling and nodding “A Scourgify should take care of it, turn around!” She said pointing her wand at him.
Harry felt a little apprehensive about letting her wave her wand at him but nodded and turned anyway. After hearing Ginny say “Scourgify!” he once again looked over his back and saw nothing wrong, he smiled.
“Thanks a lot Gin, I don’t trust myself to wave my wand at myself and not seeing properly.” He then proceeded with banishing the carrot and the mustard stain. “And I’m not mad at Hermione anymore, I stopped being mad at her the other day in the hospital wing.” He smiled at Ginny who was once again frowning.
“But why are you ignoring her then?” She asked while putting her wand away.
Harry looked away and squirmed a little under her gaze. “Well you see the thing is I kind of.. er” he looked up at her and blushed “I’ve been a little busy.” He tried to avoid telling her anything.
“With?” She asked, now eyeing him in amusement.
“Well, er, I’ve kind of made a new friend lately and, er, we’ve been spending some time together and, er, that’s about it.” He said looking at her under his fringe and with a tomato-coloured blush staining his usually pale cheeks.
“Oh, is it a new boyfriend perhaps?” Ginny just loved teasing Harry, they did that more than actually talking.
“No!” He spluttered and the blush got even worse. “Why do you think that? Just because he’s the, ops.” He bit his lips when he realised what he had been about to say.
Ginny frowned (again, she should really watch out or she'd have a face like a raisin before she got to the age of twenty-five) and looked at him suspiciously. “The what Harry?”
“Nothing! I don’t want to talk about it okay, if you don’t stop questioning me I’ll call Dobby!” He smirked when he saw her eyes widen in fright.
Ginny gaped for a moment before uttering “you wouldn’t!” He only nodded and smirked in response.
During the last battle Ginny had been hit in her back by a death eater with a cutting-charm. She had been left there to die of blood loss. Just before she had lost consciousness Harry had found her and taken her in his arms, she would never forget his face as he looked down at her smiling and telling her that everything would be alright. She had known he was lying, there was no help to get, it had been too late.
But then a miracle had happened and Dobby had literally ‘popped’ up, Ginny had succumbed to the darkness right after that but had been told that the house elf had started crying and muttering something about evil monsters hurting his children, he had then taken her away from the battle and healed her.
She would always be grateful to the small little elf but since that day he was very (as in extremely and annoyingly) overprotective of her and if Harry called Dobby and told him she that she had almost slipped or something just as silly, the little creature would lecture her about it for days and she would be lucky if she even got out of bed during that time, he was very persistent about her resting and not stressing herself out.
“Oh fine!” She huffed and walked out of the room with her nose in the air, all the while hearing Harry sniggering behind her.
TBC
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