A/N : reviews, reviews and reviews... OH, yeah, if you had some idea, just tell me. I might be wrote it. Though, not in the next chapter. I already knew what I would write in the next chapter. Just one sentences, Harry's suffering wouldn't ended up that easily...
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Sweet Moments
Chapter 3 : It's worth everything
=^ . ^= DRACO =Ǿ_Ǿ= HARRY
Second month
"Harryyyy…" A whining voice wake the black haired man from his deep slumber when he dreamt of chocolate sauces, a ribbon, and a blond lover who purred like a cat.
"WHAT!" He said irritably after he couldn't take anymore the shoved or poked or pushed from his other bed partner. Apparently Harry was really a deep sleeper so only a really hard kick on the shin could woke him up. And sometimes, his bed partner was very gladly to do it for him. Slytherin would always be a Slytherin.
Oh, no…His eyes widened in realization. Shit, please, don't …
But it was too late because when he turned around to see his blond husband, correction his pregnant blond husband, he could see the puffy eyes and the red checks, and the never left ending tears in his eyes.
"W…why..." Hiks. "I… I ju...just…" Hiks. "I just…" Hiks. "Want…" Hiks. "A… an… Ice …c…cream, y...you…don…don't ha…hav to …yell…" Hiks
"Oh, no, baby!" He sauntered to the blond and almost begged for forgiveness. "I don't mad at you, never! An Ice cream, right? The green tea flavor?"
The blond then peeked from his hand and said cutely. "Really?" he said again, just to make sure. "You won't lie?"
"Of course not. I will take it, just wait for a moment!"
"But Harry.."
"Yes, Draco, dear…"
"I have eaten all of it yesterday. Do you forget it? None of it is left…"
Harry only gritted his teeth and said calmly. "It's okay… I will buy it again. "
And that's why, Harry Potter rode his car, trying to find an open store in this night, no, almost in the morning. He swore that if Draco was not so cute and pregnant, and that the child was absolutely belonged to him, thank you very much; he wouldn't bother to do it.
But when Harry saw how happy the blond was when Harry opened the ice container, it made him felt that it was worth everything, truly. But…
"Harry?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Where is my banana?"
"Banana?"
"Harry, you know I always eat the green tea ice cream with banana…"
Ohh, how Harry wish it will be over soon…
=^ . ^= DRACO =Ǿ_Ǿ= HARRY
Seventh month
He knew something was different when he came back to their apartment. First, it was too quiet. Usually Draco would greet him warmly at the door and asked him whether he preferred to take a bath or eat with him first. Well, four month and doing absolutely nothing in the house, made Draco became like a housewife-type. Though, he wouldn't ever tell it to the blond's face directly, after all, he still loved his live and every part of his anatomy, thank you very much.
Second, he realized that every picture they had hung on the wall had disappeared, he remembered that the picture was still firmly attach on the wall yesterday, especially if they had Ginny, or Hermione, or Luna or a creature with bosom in his chest, namely female.
"Draco? Are you there? Honey…" He called carefully and walked slowly to what he called, only in his mind of course, Draco's sulking room. The blond always said that the room was his painting room but, please… the blond couldn't draw a decent apple even if his live depended on it.
And yes, he was there, his blond kitty. But some frightening and disturbing view caught his attention. In the centre of the room, a bonfire was lighted with some unquestionable material as its wood. Draco himself, only sat a couple of meters away from the fire and stared rather maniacal at the fire or more likely the wood-substitute-materials.
Yep, there it was, the supposedly, hanging pictures…
"What are you doing, baby?"
"Burning…"
"Yes, but…"
"How could you Harry," The irrational blond cut off angrily. "You are hanging those pictures of the woman slim figures when your husband is bloated like an ugly balloon! Don't you love me at all!"
Okay, Harry knew he needed a desperate help here. Never mind, that the one, who had hanged it, was Draco himself and that Harry never ever took any part in decorating their apartment. "Draco, honey. Look at me…You are the most beautiful, gorgeous and stunning person in this world, especially now when you are glowing with my child, my child, Draco, in you, our child…"
"Really?"
"Hmm. Really. Now come on. I will tell you about this funny story I had in my work." Harry knew Draco would soon forget this accident in the next morning. Well, he usually forgot. Harry concluded it was one of Draco's strange mood and craving, yep one packet, lads and gents. And the pictures? Well, Harry would never panic, he had a lot of substitute, after all, this was not the first time the blond had burnt them.
=^ . ^= DRACO =Ǿ_Ǿ= HARRY
Ninth month
"Ahhh...I will kill you, Harry Potter! I will castrate you then skin you alive first, so you will know how it feel!"
Well, The black haired man only could grimaced for he was already had his share of pain, with how hard Draco crushed his hand. He swore that his hand was almost become useless from its lack circulation.
"It is okay, baby..." He cooed sweetly, "Just for a little while than we will have our baby..."
"No...I...AAAHHHHHHH!" The hysteric blond screamed again when another contraction hit him. "AAAHHHHH...Son of the bitch!"
Really, hearing the cursed word from the usually cool and pristine blond usually would lift his smile if...if only his hand was not as hurt as now or if the said blond didn't kill him first if he dared to laugh.
"Sshhh...It's okay...baby...Shh..." But his supposedly comforting word only made the blond fury increased.
"Just you see Harry James Potter! After this I won't ever let your hand touch me! You will be the bottom in our relationship forever. Then you can tell me how hurt it is to bore YOUR CHILD! AAAHHHHHHH!" Another contraction, and Harry was saying goodbye to his poor hand. It was broken now. He just wished that he could be released from this pain and the humiliation. Merlin, the humiliation, he could hear the nurse's giggling when Draco threatened his masculinity...
Suddenly, the curtain that surrounded Draco's ward was opened and their, uhm...Draco's Mediwizard, someone who called Waterby or whatnot. It couldn't be helped… Harry's brain and especially his ears had change to mush since they came to hospital whether it was from his panic or Draco's yelling.
"Ehem..." The MediWizard coughed. "It is already the time. Mr. Potter if you could, please go outside for the delivery process. We will start the operation now."
"Yes, Of course!" When he realized he said that aloud and almost too enthusiastically, he repeated that again, this time with a faking somber expression. "Ehem...yess...I mean I will go outside...even if...actually...I...I don't want to...no...not at all..."
Draco eyes became so teary with his dedication. "Oh...Harry..." His grip was tightened, more than before. Harry had to bit his lips so he wouldn't scream bloody murder! Oh, his poor...poor hand...
The Mediwizard only gave him a secretive smile, understanding more than anyone about Harry's pain, after all, he saw it almost everyday. Well, Harry-type husband, you knew…the type of husband that was afraid with his own spouse?
So when Draco released his hand with a great difficulty. Harry had to hold a relieved sigh and his grimace when he saw his unhealthy blue hand.
With a contented and comforting smile to the panic Draco, he went outside. On the waiting room he saw Hermione and Ron worried face.
"Harry, what about Draco?" Hermione questioned, his maternal and woman instinct kicked.
"He was fine, the cesarean will started shortly..." He answered tiredly but his word wasn't comfortingly for the woman, she repeatedly asked others question, which in Hermione's case more than fifty...
"Okay, Hermione...Why don't you buy some tea or coffee to relax our mood. I am sure Harry and I will really appreciate it..." Yess, Harry cried for the blessed Ron Weasley's existence...
With a lot of begging and pleading, Hermione leaved them with a huff to find something for them to eat.
"Thanks, mate..." Harry finally said, relieved.
"No problem. But remember you owe me one."
"Don't worry. I will do the same thing for you three months again..."
=^ . ^= DRACO =Ǿ_Ǿ= HARRY
Harry would definitely never regret this. His child Scorpius Caussius Malfoy-Potter was the most beautiful child that was ever birthed. Just asked the nurse if you didn't believe it. Scorpius had a soft silky blond hair, the same as Draco, thanks God, if the child had the same messy hair as him, Draco would surely kill him. His eyes were the color of deep green forest mostly, and he had the angel-like appearance, almost too surreal to live in the world.
But the most beautiful view was when Draco took Scorpius and sang a ballad song to their child. Harry almost wished that he could paint and carved it in his heart forever.
Really, having a child, especially a child liked Scorpius was worth all the pains, the hard work and the efforts. Now, he wondered if he could persuade his blond lover to add another child as Scorpius's brother...
