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Forever flirting with sanity (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3){kind=small} dacro) wrote in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=3){kind=small} hp_mpreg,@ 2004-06-18 00:47:00 |
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Fic: One of Your Fathers, H/D, PG-13
Title: One of Your Fathers
Author:dacro
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: Mpreg, touchy,touchy boy love
Dedicated to: all who begged me to write pregnant!Harry after seeing the icon that droolings made me!
Disclaimer: JKR owns em, I just got them pregnant.
beta: saladbats
Notes: Credit to girlsigh for Draco's 'bits' line.
Summary: After a trip to the healer about his case of the 'flu', a pregnant Harry tries to figure out the best way to tell Draco that he's going to be a father.
“Draco?”
“Hmm?”
“You awake?” Harry slid his left arm over and around Draco, scooting himself closer.
“No.” Draco grunted into his pillow.
Harry chuckled softly, curling his knees up behind Draco’s. “Oh, well, that’s good. I didn’t want to ask you this while you could say no.”
Draco squeezed the hand that was draped across his chest. “Mmm…wise lad.”
Harry moved closer to plant a soft kiss just below Draco’s ear. “Mind if I ask you something, now that you’re up?”
Draco half-groaned. “Last time you woke me up to ask me something in bed, I ended up married.” He turned in Harry’s arms onto his back, as Harry adjusted on his side, looking down at his husband, laughing.
“Sorry to hear that.”
Draco gently pulled Harry down onto his chest, humming drowsily, wrapped in Harry’s warmth. “You know you can ask me anything you wish. What is it?” He said softly, closing his eyes and tugging Harry closer. Harry settled in, but stayed silent until Draco opened his eyes, lifting his head slightly. “All right, love?”
“Have you ever thought about having children?” Harry asked, watching Draco closely for a reaction.
Draco exhaled, closed his eyes, and dropped his head back onto the pillow. “You already know the answer to that. Now go to sleep, Angel.”
“I do?” Harry searched his mind for the answer, still staring down at soft eyelids..
Draco opened his eyes again and smirked. “I’m a Malfoy. We’re born to breed.”
“With me?”
Like a glass of cold water to the face, Draco was now painfully awake. “What?”
“Have you thought about having children with me?” Harry asked, sincerely.
Draco sat up suddenly, as a stunned Harry rolled off to the side. “No!” Draco rubbed his eyes then glanced over at Harry who looked heartbroken. “No, I didn’t mean that…I haven’t really thought about it yet.” He quickly added, reaching a tentative hand to Harry’s cheek.
Harry nodded, rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Well, could you imagine yourself as a parent?” He asked, keeping his emotions as neutral as possible.
Draco calmed himself and cuddled up next to Harry, resting his head on a warm shoulder.
“Can this image involve a nanny and servants?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood, smiling against Harry’s skin.
Harry stayed stubbornly still. “Draco, I’m serious.”
Draco pulled himself up on an elbow, looking Down at Harry who had turned his eyes away. “I see that.” He placed a pale finger under Harry’s chin, gently pulling the eyes he loved back into view. “I adore you Harry. I would adore our children.” He whispered. Harry smiled warmly. “…unless they had your hair.”
Harry surprised him with a tender kiss, pulling him close. “I’m glad you said that.”
“Yes, your hair is quite horrid.” Draco mumbled against Harry’s lips, snaking his fingers around dark strands.
Harry gave him a playful slap to the shoulder. “Not that, about the children.”
Draco quietly laughed, placing light kisses along the base of Harry’s neck. “But now, I don’t want a whole gaggle like the Weasels, understand?”
Harry nodded, a shy smile appearing on his lips. “How do you feel about two?”
Draco continued his exploration of Harry’s neck, substituting kisses for licks around the moving adam’s apple. “Hmm…perhaps we should start with a plant and see where that leads us.”
“Mmm, that feels nice.” Harry tilted his head back into the pillow, offering up more tight skin to the slippery tongue. “Draco. We’re getting two.” He purred, eyelids heavily drifting south.
Draco lifted himself onto his hands and knees, hovering over Harry, breathing deeply. He lowered himself back down and whispered into the hollow curve between Harry’s neck and shoulder. “You’re right. Two plants, and we’ll see who the better ‘father’ is by observing which plant dies first!”
Harry tensed beneath him, but Draco continued to slither his hands and tongue where he wished.
“Draco. Did you hear me?”
“Yes, love.” Draco hummed, dragging his lips softly over Harry’s collar bone. “Two plants.”
“No, that was you. I was talking about children.”
“Not plants, then?” He grazed teeth and tongue along the curve of a bicep.
Harry placed his hands on Draco’s shoulders, trying to still the body on top of him. “No. Babies. Two. Twins. We have two babies.”
Draco froze mid-lick and pulled back, eyes searching the room. “Where?”
Harry reached up and cupped Draco’s cheek, capturing his attention. His other hand reached for the arm that wasn’t supporting Draco’s weight and guided both their hands to rest over Harry’s lower abdomen.
“Right where you left them.” Harry spoke softly, with a loving look at Draco who had promptly stopped breathing.
“Oh.”
“Ours.”
Draco, his hand still pressed into Harry’s warm skin, took in a shaky breath. “Is this why you went to the healer?” He asked softly. Harry nodded. “I thought you were just sick with…something else.”
“Me too. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you at dinner. I didn’t know how. We’d never really talked about it…”
Harry knew instantly that he had said the wrong thing as he watched Draco’s eyes narrow, a storm approaching behind them.
“No we haven’t.” Draco spat, his voice now matching the cold metal of his eyes. “Pretty risky step to take, Harry. I never thought you’d lie to me to get… to…to have my children.” Harry’s jaw dropped. All he could do was silently shake his head when words wouldn’t come.
Draco left the bed and started pacing the floor. He threw a discarded robe around his shoulders. Harry watched him helplessly from the edge of the bed, afraid to step into Draco’s territory.
Draco spun to face him, but his eyes were softer, most of the bite had also left his tone. “Don’t you know me at all? I didn’t want to start so soon, but if you wanted children this much, I wouldn’t have said no.”
Harry pushed his words past the uncomfortable ache in his chest caused by the look on Draco’s face. “What? I honestly didn’t know this would happen!” Harry inwardly pleaded that Draco would believe him. His heart dropped as Draco turned away again.
“Harry, I wasn’t born a Muggle; I know how these things work. If a Wizard wants to get pregnant he has to take quite a hefty dose of conception potion before making love.”
“I know that…now!”
Draco turned back to face him, shifted his weight to one side, and placed his hands on his hips. “What do you mean?”
“Hermione. I went to see her after Jacob was born…”
“What’s she got to do with this?”
“Well…” Harry took a breath and started again. “…a few months ago, I was over and she let me hold the baby the entire time I was there. I loved it. Do you remember when I came home and told you how it made me feel; that warm little life sleeping in my arms?”
Draco studied the ring on his left hand. “I remember.”
“I mentioned to her how I would love to hold our little ones the same way one day, but I didn’t know when you and I would be ready to take a step like that.” Harry glanced up, but Draco was still avoiding his gaze. “She said there was never a right time, and that no matter how much planning you did, no one was ever truly ready for something so big.”
Harry wasn’t ready when Draco’s eyes finally caught his again.
“This better end with you telling me why you’re carrying my children.” He said, flatly.
“When I was leaving, I gave her back the baby, and she gave me a potion.”
“So you did take it!” Draco accused, pointing a finger at Harry.
“I didn’t know what it was!”
“What, the little label that said ‘conception potion’ didn’t give it away?” Draco mocked, tossing his hair.
“There was no label.” Harry answered, lowering his voice to a near-whisper.
Draco started pacing again, throwing his hands in the air. “Then why, in Dumbledore’s ludicrously long name, did you drink it, Harry?”
Harry was now on his feet as well, trailing Draco, wearing only the sheet he pulled from the bed. “Because of what she said to me!”
Draco stopped suddenly, spinning to face Harry who had just collided, with a nasty smack, into Draco’s chest. “What could she have possibly said to you, to make you think drinking an un-labelled potion was a grand idea?” He asked Harry, quite a bit louder than was necessary, considering their close proximity.
Harry looked up and reached cautiously for Draco’s hand. “She said if I drank it before we made love, it would make our bond stronger, unbreakable.” His voice was soft, but Draco heard every word. “I wanted that for us.”
The anger and suspicion on Draco’s face melted like snow. He lowered his mouth to Harry’s scar and kissed it once.
“Gutsy girl. That was quite a gamble on her part.” He wrapped Harry in his arms. A very relieved Harry exhaled and returned the gesture.
“She knows me. I think she knows us.”
Draco tilted Harry’s face toward his. “So I really have no say in the matter?” He watched as all the colour drained from Harry’s flushed skin, pain reflected in his eyes.
Harry choked on his words finding it suddenly very hard to breathe. “No, you do have a say.” He swallowed. “If you don’t want them, there’s a Muggle way to…”
Draco inhaled sharply, panic washing over his face. “Gods, no, Harry! I don’t want that. I’d never put you through…I’d never hurt them.”
“Please forgive me?” Harry blurted, matching Draco’s expression.
Draco smoothed Harry’s wayward fringe away from his eyes with a shaky thumb, smiling softly. “Already have done…but I do think we should have a word with Hermione.”
Harry sighed a breath of relief before allowing his head to fall forward onto Draco’s chest. “Alright, but don’t hex her, or anything. I think she really believed it was what we wanted.”
Draco continued running his fingers over the dark head of hair. “No toad curse on her next child, then?” He teased.
Harry chuckled into the cooling skin. “Well, I didn’t say that.”
Draco laughed and led them to the bed, rolling Harry onto his back and settling in beside him.
“Merlin, I’m going to be a father…with two…”
“Daughters.”
Draco lifted his head and stared at Harry. “What? No. Are you…sure?”
Harry nodded. “The Mediwizard told me that the magic coming from them both is definitely female.”
Draco’s hand shot into the air. “What are we going to do with them? I don’t know anything about girls, except that they have different…bits!”
Harry pulled Draco’s arm back to rest in between them. “I’m sure we’ll be fine. We have enough friends to give us advice.”
“But, Harry, girls!”
“I have a feeling that once we meet them, we’ll figure out something.”
Draco lowered his head back down onto Harry’s arm and they relaxed against each other for a few silent moments.
“I can’t wait to see them. I imagine they’ll be beautiful.” Draco gave voice to one of his thoughts.
“Naturally.” Harry smiled into the darkness above him, feeling Draco curl up closer.
“The healer said we can start talking or singing to them now to get them used to our voices.”
“Then we should name them.” Draco said, matter-of-factly.
Harry turned his head toward the soft blonde hair tickling his shoulder. “What? Already?”
“Perhaps you’re right. It is a bit early. I just feel strange talking to them if I don’t know their names.” Draco explained.
“Just talk to them like you talk to me.” Harry encouraged. A very Slytherin smirk played across Draco’s lips, making Harry laugh. “Without swearing or talking dirty. These are our children, remember.”
“Well, then. I’m fresh out of ideas.” Draco chuckled and reached forward for a quick kiss. He lowered his head, moving his face as close as he could to where he thought his unborn children might hear him best.
Harry brushed a tear away as he watched and felt Draco press warm lips lightly against the skin of his soon-to-be belly. He stared in awe as Draco spoke to his children.
“I don’t know what you’ll call me later, but I’m one of your fathers…the good-looking one.” He snuck a quick look at Harry, grinning. “Grow strong and take care of each other, so we can make your acquaintance in a few months. When you get bigger, don’t kick at Harry too much. His temper is worse than mine when he hasn’t had enough sleep.” He smiled against Harry’s smooth skin. “You are very much wanted, and we love you both.” He laid his hands flat on Harry’s stomach, as if transferring the warmth from his palms to his two very small children. Keeping his hands where they were, he stretched up to capture His husband’s lips. “…and I love you, Harry.”
A shaky “Thank you” was all Harry seemed to be able to manage, pulling back from the kiss to study Draco’s expression.
“Now repeat after me. I will not accept any more un-marked potions from strange Witches.”
Harry nodded, laughed, and obeyed.
~*~
Chapter listing - after this part, a few people were calling for a sequel, so we went with the round robin style. Each new chapter was written by an author who loves this universe as much as I do. It was an honour to have them all involved.
