Surprise! (H/D, PG-13)

[sesheta66]

Title:   Surprise!
Author:    sesheta_66
Rating:   PG-13
Pairing:    HP/DM
Summary:   Draco isn't feeling well, but won't see a mediwizard.  Harry's at his wit's end.
Word Count:   430
Genre:   Slash Romance
Warnings:   mpreg (I know, I know ... I did mpreg ... get over it)
A/N:    X-posted to harry_draco, harrydraco, hd_fluff.  In response to AWDT prompt: "Oh my God, you're pregnant!"
Disclaimer:   The characters and settings are not mine - they belong to JK Rowling. No money made by me - this is only for my fun and hopefully yours. Enjoy!

 

“Haaarrryyy,” Draco whined. “Stop moving.”

“What is it now?” Harry asked, getting more irritated the longer this continued. Draco looked perfectly healthy, had no visible signs of illness, and yet had been whining for the better part of a week. He felt nauseous and “heavy”, but no potion remedied it. He couldn’t stand the smell of the dinner Harry had made yesterday, even though it was Draco’s favourite. He was tired, but sleeping twelve hours didn’t help. Harry wondered what the hell it was this time.

“My nipples hurt,” said an exasperated Draco.

“What?!?”

“You heard me,” he grumbled. “Don’t move the sheet. It hurts!”

“That’s it! I’ve had enough of this!” Harry climbed carefully out of the bed before stomping off to make the floo call he should have made days ago. Draco refused to see a mediwizard, so his only choice was to contact someone who was likely to be able to figure this out.

***

“Hermione! Hermione, it’s Harry. We need your help!”

“Give me a chance to get dressed and I’ll be right over,” came the reply. Harry had the decency to look abashed, realizing only now that it wasn’t yet seven o’clock in the morning.

Five minutes later, Hermione was standing in the doorway of their bedroom, several books in hand, and a concerned look on her face. “Draco.”

“Granger.”

“What are your symptoms?” Draco rhymed off everything he was suffering from, and Hermione’s eyes opened wider the longer he went on. When he finally concluded the (rather long) diatribe, she was staring at him, eyes wide as saucers, and mouth hanging open. Harry suddenly felt terrible for being less than understanding (well, downright rude, if he was honest with himself). What if there was something seriously wrong with him? Oh, God – he couldn’t live without him.

“Hermione?” Harry asked tentatively. She blinked, looked at Harry, and then turned back to Draco.

“Hermione!” Draco bellowed. “Spit it out! What’s wrong with me?”

She shook her head and sat down at the desk. “Just give me a minute to check my books.”

Harry went over to the bed and very gently took Draco in his arms. “Hermione, he will be okay, won’t he?” Harry asked desperately, his eyes welling up.

Hermione didn‘t seem to hear him, as she continued to flip through the book. “You’re pregnant,“ she mumbled. Harry, sure he hadn’t heard correctly, let go of Draco and turned to face her. “Oh my God! You’re pregnant,” was the last thing Harry heard before sliding off the bed into a crumpled heap on the floor.