Draco Malfoy's emotional tries and tribulations
A short story that just came to me today, I hope you'll enjoy it.
I'm still working on the next chapter of The Sport of Kings, this is just a fun little fluffy piece.
HBSJ
She had sprung it on him one lazy Saturday morning.
Pregnant.
They were actually having a baby.
She had blurted it out all rapidly as if Snape had asked a question in potions.
He blinked and then grinned.
He grabbed her and swung her around.
He had never been happier.
He grumbled as he came into work that morning.
A pregnant wife meant so much more than he had bargained for.
Foot massages.
Finding fresh strawberries at three in the morning during winter.
He grumbled again.
The lack of sleep made him sneer at everything in sight.
His auror-partner, Harry Potter, father of three, laughed until he couldn't breathe at his expense.
More grumbles ensued.
This time she was crying.
Literally bawling.
They had been watching a muggle movie about a fish.
Wanda the fish was called.
He actually found the movie somewhat entertaining, despite its complete ridiculousness.
She didn't.
He wasn't sure which part had made her cry because they were only about two-thirds of the way in.
And he knew she'd seen it before.
So there he was, holding his crying wife in his arms while watching a faintly dumb old muggle movie.
He sighed.
Well, that was that movie ruined.
He trudged through the rain, dragging a sopping wet Hermione with him.
She was so tired.
She had insisted on going for a run but had been forced to stop after about a mile or so due to slight but piercing labour pangs.
But she couldn't apparate to get back.
It wasn't good for the baby.
When the rain had begun, she had sent her otter patronus.
She was cold and so very tired.
And now he was soaked through.
At least he could look forward to a long hot shower with his wife when they finally got home.
They were at a birthday at Grimmauld Place.
She was waddling across the dining room, having been to the loo several times already.
She was glowing and he loved her with every fiber of his being.
Did he have enough love to share between her and the life growing within her?
Harry clapped him on his back.
It'll be okay, he said.
You'll get there together, he said.
He hoped that would be true.
She was frantic.
And emotional.
Screaming at him to take her to St. Mungo's.
This was it.
They would no longer be just the two of them.
He wasn't sure if he was ready.
Would he ever be ready?
Probably not.
He was standing there with this little lump of a human in his arms.
He stared at it in wonder and puzzlement.
At him.
It was a beautiful baby boy, according to the healer.
If he scrunched up his eyes he might look beautiful, but to him it was some sort of alien.
A cute alien, but still.
Hermione was asleep in the bed and he was holding their new-born son, watching him sleep.
It was weird.
Good weird.
But still weird.
No one had told him about this part.
About the lack of sleep.
The constant stress lingering in his every limb.
A little bit of noise from the cot was all it took for him to wake up.
His wife took it all in stride.
In fact, she was perfect.
Cooing at their son and feeding him in their bed.
He grumbled and rubbed his eyes as he got up and got her a glass of water.
She just smiled at him and gave him a kiss.
The first smile.
Draco watched his son with a dazed expression.
He did the ridiculous face again.
Then it was a full-on grin along with a little laughing sound that he would treasure forever.
His every pore filled with love and wonder for this tiny human.
He was just perfect.
Perhaps even more perfect than his wife.
They could do this.
Of course they could.
The end.