Hello, my little love buns! Time for some one-shots/drabbles! I'll be writing all weekend starting today, taking requests by PM for the HP fandom, as well as doing my own little drabbles from Tumblr prompts I've found. This (the fic) was something I started a little while back, and it's now done. Hopefully, you guys will read this fic, love it, review it, AND send me requests for a one-shot/drabble I will be posting on the Harry Potter Drabble Project thingy, which can be accessed through my profile. Now, enjoy!

Harry slammed his door closed behind the blonde, sliding down once he heard the retreating footsteps outside. Tears ran down his flushed cheeks and his hand still throbbed from the backhanded slap he had given his boyfriend.

"Draco Malfoy, you bastard," he whispered.

This last fight had been the biggest one they'd had yet, and it had started completely out of nothing.

Harry had recently become sick and had gone visit Madam Poppy Pomfrey at Hogwarts to see if she could give him something to take care of whatever had him ill. There, he had discovered he was pregnant. He and Draco had tried for a child for quite a while, but hadn't gotten good results until now.

Harry had been so ecstatic he made himself sick; the baby apparently hadn't appreciated the sudden flood of emotions and movement, so once Poppy had given him a pregnancy-safe stomach soother, she had made him stay in a private room overnight. She had also fully stocked him with anti-nausea potions for his morning sickness. The next day, she finally let him go home with careful instructions on prenatal care and to visit her once a week for observation on his pregnancy.

Once he had gotten home to his shared two-story house with Draco, his blonde boyfriend had been waiting for him. From there, he had demanded to be told where he spent the night and accused him of having an affair. Harry, having been eagerly anticipating telling Draco the news of their impending baby, had immediately reddened with fury at being suspected of such a travesty. The fight escalated quickly to a shouting match when Harry accidentally blurted out between tears that he was pregnant and had only been gone because he got sick.

Draco had paled, suddenly reddened, and then asked scathingly if the baby was his, resulting in Harry slapping him viciously.

Now, though, Harry was just miserable. He had expected the news of the pregnancy to be a happy thing, not this huge row that ended with Draco leaving the house to "think on whether this was worth it or not." Harry cried harder and hugged his legs to pull them closer to his body.

A knock on the door to his back startled him. "Harry?"

Harry sniffed and rubbed his teary eyes. "What do you want?"

A pause. "I got ice cream, brownies, and cheesecake. Along with strawberry milk."

"Is it chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream?" he asked, wishing he could hate his boyfriend for thinking he would cheat. He knew, though, that by Draco indulging his sweet tooth, it was his own way of saying he was regretting every word of their fight earlier and wanted Harry to forgive him. It also meant that he didn't want another argument. He had learned to read between the lines in the years they had dated. The strawberry milk, however, was a sign of Draco wanting to explain himself.

"Yes. Can I come in?" There was a trace of pleading in the tone of his question.

The raven-haired male sniffed once more and slowly moved away from the door. "Fine. The door's unlocked."

His blonde boyfriend slowly opened the door, spotting him on the floor. "Oh, Harry." Draco's face softened, and he sat on the floor across from the smaller male, disregarding the fact that his expensive robes would get dirty.

Draco opened the paper bag he had been holding, taking out two pints of ice cream, one chocolate chip cookie dough for Harry, and one coffee-vanilla swirl for himself. Handing the former to his pregnant boyfriend along with a spoon, they both dug in quietly for a few minutes, an occasional sniffle coming from Harry, making Draco look up in concern. If there were any tears on his face, Draco would silently brush his fingers across them to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry." The apology came out of the blue, followed by half a brownie being offered to Harry, along with a bottle of strawberry milk. He took the brownie between his teeth, chewing it slowly as pale fingers swiped away the crumbs around his mouth tenderly. He then took a sip of the sweet milk.

Once he swallowed, Harry cleared his throat, willing away the fresh tears. "You and I both know that I would never, ever cheat on you, Draco. I don't understand why you would accuse me of otherwise, when you also know I've been sick these past days. Didn't it ever occur to you that maybe I had gone to the hospital wing at Hogwarts? Or that you could have sent me a Patronus to let me know you were worried?" Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Harry cut him off. "I know for a fact you're not stupid. Maybe you'd hoped I was cheating to get out of a relationship where we hadn't yet succeeded in having children?"

"Merlin, Harry, that's not it at all!" Draco hissed. His eyes glistened suddenly. "My father sent me a letter last night. He said that he had heard from Severus that he'd seen you in the apothecary yesterday morning in the anti-pregnancy potion section. He had wondered why that was, since the last letter I sent him had told him we were trying for a child.

"Then a letter from Uncle Sev came saying he'd seen you in the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey had asked him for a paternity potion."

"Madam Pomfrey says it's standard protocol for male pregnancies."

"Well, I don't have the knowledge of a mediwitch," Draco retorted defensively.

"And for the record," Harry added around the last mouthful of ice cream, "I was picking up some anti-nausea potions, pregnancy-safe, which Snape should know is in the same aisle as the contraceptive potions.

"I had suspected when I didn't get better after a week that I might be pregnant, but I wanted to be sure before I said anything. I've heard that some people, when they wish hard enough to be pregnant, could develop false symptoms, called a phantom pregnancy. I didn't want to get your hopes up."

The blonde mulled over that information for a little, both men moving on to the cheesecake. It was in different flavored slices, prompting Harry to mix a strawberry cheesecake slice with a chocolate-dipped one on his conjured plate.

"How far along are you?" Draco finally asked.

"Just a little more than a month in. Five weeks. Which is the same amount of time you'll be sleeping on the no-sex-couch if I decide to forgive you for being a giant prat."

Draco pouted, but didn't deny that he deserved to be cut off from intimacy with Harry. He even deserved to not be forgiven, but he hoped that wasn't the case. He truly loved Harry too much to lose him, which was why he'd been so furious at the prospect of his beautiful boyfriend being with someone else.

He took one of Harry's smaller hands in both of his, placing a small kiss on the fingertips, and gave the other man his most pleading look. "Please forgive me for assuming things I know you would never do to me, Harry.

"I'm really sorry I gave you the impression I didn't believe you were faithful. And I'm ecstatic that you're pregnant with my child. Please don't leave me without ever being able to see your belly slowly grow with our child, or being able to caress and touch our baby through your stomach, or make love to your beautiful pregnant body, or hold our child for the first time, or watch them grow up as your own belly grows once again with child.

"Please, please, don't deprive me of the wonders that having a baby entail. I'll do anything to keep you happy and by my side. I won't ever let you shed tears for me, I promise, my sweet, beautiful, Harry."

By this time, Harry was crying openly, the cheesecake abandoned. Draco took the raven-haired male into his arms, rocking them both back and forth in an effort to calm Harry. Harry's sobs were reaching an alarming level, and Draco didn't want him to make himself sick.

Harry choked back a few sobs, coughing and wiping his eyes furiously in order to see his boyfriend. "I forgive you. Just don't do it again, Draco."

"I promise, sweetheart," he swore, lovingly combing Harry's hair away from his face with one hand, the other hand rubbing his side soothingly, fingers straying to his flat abdomen.

"There's nothing for you to rub yet, Dray," the raven-haired man stated, ignoring the fact that his own hand had joined Draco's.

"Yes, there is, sweetheart. Even if we can't feel the baby yet, there's still our child currently growing in there," he said sweetly, kissing the tip of Harry's nose, watching in amusement as it wrinkled adorably at the action.

"Well, I can certainly feel that the baby didn't appreciate so much sweetness," Harry grimaced, his face gaining a green tint. Draco hurriedly conjured a basin and held it under his boyfriend's chin, watching Harry try to not throw up. He rubbed the tense back gently, not even flinching when the raven-haired male lurched forward and vomited suddenly into the basin. This happened for a few minutes, Harry cursing his sweet tooth to hell and back between bouts of sickness, and Draco alternating between holding his boyfriend's hair away from his face and rubbing his back.

After a full two minutes passed and Harry had not vomited again, Draco brushed away a few stray tears. "Are you done now, honey?" At the weak nod, he spelled away the basin and freshened Harry's breath. "Okay, let's go take you to bed, love."

"Don't wanna move."

"You don't have to move, love; I got you."

Carefully levitating his sleepy love, Draco stood up and took Harry into his arms, making sure to not jar him as he walked the short distance to their bed. Laying his precious cargo on the soft mattress, he tucked Harry in lovingly, peppering sweet kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and lips as he arranged the various pillows and blankets to his satisfaction.

Just as he was preparing to leave, a slim hand held tightly onto his wrist. "Don't leave." The voice was faint, full of apprehension.

"I thought I was banned to the no-sex-couch, sweetheart," Draco mused, turning around and starting to settle himself in the bed as well.

"You are, just not yet. You can get banned tomorrow, when I'm sure you won't escape in the dead of night and elope with some random bloke to remove the responsibility of being an impending father."

"Goodnight to you, too, love."

"'Night."

Don't you just love diabetes-inducing endearments? Turned some of my friends to mush. Now, once again, review (telling me how it was), and send me a request if you like. Bye for now! - I.L.D.A.