Rated: M - English - Harry Potter Fanfic - Parings: Harry/Draco. Published: 07-23-09
WARNING: Contains same-sex pairings, male pregnancy.
Disclaimer - The main characters of this book are the exclusive property of J. K. Rowling and belong to her fantastic wizarding world; I also have no claim on the computer/video game called The Sims. Set in Post-Voldemort and Post-Hogwarts era.
Draco strolled into the library to see Harry seated at the desk with one of those silly Muggle contraptions. What was it called…? A tompituter…? Whatever the thing was, he saw no purpose in the ridiculous machine. Anything that needed to be created could easily be done by elf-hand or by his own hand; documents were much more professional and personal that way… not to mention binding.
He rolled his eyes and ignored him for the moment, strolling with an easy gait to the one of the many bookshelves, pausing there to search through the titles for several long moments. He really did need to find the specific potions book that held the recipe for the Felix Felicis potion again; why did the rotted house elf continually put the thing back up on the shelf...? He had a purpose for it on the shelf... when he'd commented on that to Harry, the darkhaired wizard had just laughed and said that the house elf must think he needed to get up and move around outside his potions lab once in a while. He was working part time assisting with intensive potions studies at Hogwarts, and Harry was teaching as well... his salary wasn't much, but the profits he made brewing potions for the wizarding public kept him quite comfortable financially.
He glanced at Harry when he laughed, curious. "What the bloody hell are you doing, Potter?"
Harry looked up at him. "Just playing a game, Dray..." He answered honestly with a grin far too amused for Draco's comfort.
Draco returned his eyes to the shelf. Ah; there that book was…! "A game…? Don't you need your controller-stick thing for that?" He picked the book he desired off the shelf.
"Not this one; it uses the mouse, mostly." He responded, eyes back on the screen, clicking again with his mouse.
"What game this time?" Draco asked, moving over curiously. "Last time you were playing that insane fighting game…" he commented as he turned to walk over behind Harry, who started to close the screen of the weird muggle machine.
"You don't really want to know; you'll never play it…" Harry started, making Draco certain he HAD to know what Potter was up to.
"Open that blasted thing up, you wanker…!" Draco reached over and pushed the screen back to see a copy of the mansion he'd grown up in on the screen; in fact it was a replica of the main entrance hall, complete down the smallest detail. That isn't what caught his eye; what his eyes immediately landed on was the image of a slim-boned yet rather pudgy young man with his long blonde hair caught back in a pony tail. His face looked as if it should be slim and his features were refined and high-boned with bright blue eyes.
"Don't blow a gasket; it's only a game, Dray…" Harry started.
Draco stared a moment. "Bloody fucking hell… Is that me…?" Draco demanded.
"Well… yes…" he admitted, a bit chagrined.
Draco frowned. "I don't have blue eyes…!"
"I liked you better with blue eyes; the gray eyes they have looked funny in the game… You know, we could magically change the color of your eyes, Draco…" Harry suggested.
"Hell no…!" he snapped immediately, looking at Harry with narrowed eyes. "What's wrong with my eyes anyway?"
Harry fought the urge to laugh at Draco's defensiveness. "Nothing…! I like your eyes...!"
"…and why the bloody hell am I so fat? Do you fantasize about me being fat, Potter?" Draco demanded.
"No… It's not my fault that he's stubborn…"
"And what the bloody hell was that supposed to mean?"
"He refuses to exercise; if you don't exercise and you eat lots of cakes and biscuits you get fat. That's simple logic…"
"Then make the bloody fool exercise…!"
"He refuses…!" Harry couldn't help it; he began to chuckle.
"What's he doing now?!" Draco asked, looking at the screen. SimDraco was whining and bending at the knee, bending over, both hands on his crotch, an image of a toilet appearing in a bubble above his head.
"Oh hell… he's gonna pee himself…"
"What…?! Oh, Merlin…! Don't you dare let him wet himself…! Send him t the loo this minute!" Draco said, aghast.
"I'm not trying to…! Look, I'm clicking on the damned loo but he won't go…!"
On the screen SimDraco was suddenly surrounded by a yellow puddle. He began to wail and sob, depressed, arms drooping at his sides.
"You wanker…! You made me wet myself!" Draco cuffed Harry on the back of the head.
"Knock that off!" He laughed. "It's just a GAME, Dray…!" Harry looked back to the screen and clicked on the bathtub. "There; he can have a nice long soak in the bath…"
"BUBBLE bath, if you don't mind!" Draco said in a snarky tone.
"All right, bubble bath." Harry agreed, still chuckling.
"So where's your character?"
"He was at work; he ought to be home anytime now…"
"GOOD. He can clean up the mess." Draco said, turning away in a huff.
