This is my first HP fic, and my first ever mpreg, so feedback
would be GREATLY appriciated!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters except of course
(eventually) the baby. Everyone else is owned by JKR
Draco sat in the middle of what was going to be his baby's nursery, absentmindedly flipping through a catalogue of baby items. He knew it was silly, wanting to start on a room for the baby already, but he wanted to get it done as soon as possible, wanted everything to be perfect by the time the baby arrived. But . . .at the same time, he didn't want to do any of it, not by himself. Harry was supposed to be here with him, helping him pick out a theme for the nursery, and then get it ready.
At the thought of Harry, Draco broke down in a fit of tears. This should be such a happy event for him, but instead he found himself dreading the birth of his child, and that made him feel more guilty than he knew possible. As his emotions conflicted with in him, and over took him, he curled in on himself, pulling his knees tight against his chest.
"Draco, are you okay?"
He jumped and looked up at the sound of a voice, and saw Ron and Hermione Weasley standing in the nursery doorway. Harry had spent most of their relationship trying to get the three of them to work out their differences, but to no avail. Ironically enough, Harry's death, had brought them all closer together. Then, after revealing his pregnancy to them, Hermione had insisted on being there for him every step of the way, reassuring him that he would never have to go through any of it alone.
"Draco?"
He nodded his head, then slowly shook it, and buried his head against his knees again. Only seconds later he felt Hermione's small arms around him, and he finally let go into full fledged sobbing.
"I want him back, Hermione. It's not fair, he's supposed to be here, he's supposed to help me with this."
"Sh, I know baby, I know. We all miss him." She soothed, as she rocked him back and forth like a small child.
"I can't do this, I can't do it without him. I'm not even supposed to be the one, he was."
"What do you mean?"
"When we first started talking about having a child, he was the one that wanted to carry it. He said that he wanted to know what it was like to carry a life inside of him. Then, when we started doing the research and finding out how to make it possible for a male wizard to become pregnant, we decided that we were both going to try, to increase the odds of it happening. We always knew, though, that it should be him, and we tried harder for it to be. We even thought that he was, right before . . .before . . . ."
"Sh, honey, you don't have to say anymore." Hermione whispered. "Just think, if he had insisted that he be the one, you wouldn't be having his baby. That little one is going to be your miracle baby, Draco. "
"I know, but . . . I need him here, Hermione, I need him with me."
"He is here with you, Draco. He's right here," She told him, as she placed a hand over his heart, and then allowed it to slip down until it was laying on his abdomen. "And right here. As long as he's in your heart, and as long as you have this baby, you'll never truly be with out him."
"I know, I know, but it doesn't make it any easier."
"I know it doesn't, and nothing ever will, but it's a start."
"I guess so. Thanks Hermione. What are you doing here anyway?"
"We brought some things for the baby," She explained as she stood up, and then helped Draco to his feet.
"Y . . . you did?"
"Yep. I was out shopping, and couldn't resist. I got a bassinet, a changing table, a baby swing, and an assortment of clothing."
"That's an awful lot, Hermione. You didn't have to . . . ."
"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. Ron, can you start bringing the furniture up, please?"
"Me? Why me?" Ron whined, speaking for the first time since the pair had shown up.
"Because Draco can't, he's pregnant." Hermione explained slowly, as if talking to a child.
"What about you?"
"I'm going to make lunch for Draco."
"Fine, fine," Ron grumbled as he turned to walk out of the room. "You better be thankful I've taken pity on you Malfoy."
"Yeah, love you too, Weasley," Draco called after him before turning to Hermione. "You two are too much. Why are you so good to me?"
"Because, my best friend loved you, and because you are carrying his baby. Now come on, you need to eat."
Draco watched her walk out of the room, and smiled to himself. He knew he wouldn't be getting through this if not for the support of his husband's best friends. He only wished that he hadn't had to lose Harry in order to gain them.
would be GREATLY appriciated!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters except of course
(eventually) the baby. Everyone else is owned by JKR
Draco sat in the middle of what was going to be his baby's nursery, absentmindedly flipping through a catalogue of baby items. He knew it was silly, wanting to start on a room for the baby already, but he wanted to get it done as soon as possible, wanted everything to be perfect by the time the baby arrived. But . . .at the same time, he didn't want to do any of it, not by himself. Harry was supposed to be here with him, helping him pick out a theme for the nursery, and then get it ready.
At the thought of Harry, Draco broke down in a fit of tears. This should be such a happy event for him, but instead he found himself dreading the birth of his child, and that made him feel more guilty than he knew possible. As his emotions conflicted with in him, and over took him, he curled in on himself, pulling his knees tight against his chest.
"Draco, are you okay?"
He jumped and looked up at the sound of a voice, and saw Ron and Hermione Weasley standing in the nursery doorway. Harry had spent most of their relationship trying to get the three of them to work out their differences, but to no avail. Ironically enough, Harry's death, had brought them all closer together. Then, after revealing his pregnancy to them, Hermione had insisted on being there for him every step of the way, reassuring him that he would never have to go through any of it alone.
"Draco?"
He nodded his head, then slowly shook it, and buried his head against his knees again. Only seconds later he felt Hermione's small arms around him, and he finally let go into full fledged sobbing.
"I want him back, Hermione. It's not fair, he's supposed to be here, he's supposed to help me with this."
"Sh, I know baby, I know. We all miss him." She soothed, as she rocked him back and forth like a small child.
"I can't do this, I can't do it without him. I'm not even supposed to be the one, he was."
"What do you mean?"
"When we first started talking about having a child, he was the one that wanted to carry it. He said that he wanted to know what it was like to carry a life inside of him. Then, when we started doing the research and finding out how to make it possible for a male wizard to become pregnant, we decided that we were both going to try, to increase the odds of it happening. We always knew, though, that it should be him, and we tried harder for it to be. We even thought that he was, right before . . .before . . . ."
"Sh, honey, you don't have to say anymore." Hermione whispered. "Just think, if he had insisted that he be the one, you wouldn't be having his baby. That little one is going to be your miracle baby, Draco. "
"I know, but . . . I need him here, Hermione, I need him with me."
"He is here with you, Draco. He's right here," She told him, as she placed a hand over his heart, and then allowed it to slip down until it was laying on his abdomen. "And right here. As long as he's in your heart, and as long as you have this baby, you'll never truly be with out him."
"I know, I know, but it doesn't make it any easier."
"I know it doesn't, and nothing ever will, but it's a start."
"I guess so. Thanks Hermione. What are you doing here anyway?"
"We brought some things for the baby," She explained as she stood up, and then helped Draco to his feet.
"Y . . . you did?"
"Yep. I was out shopping, and couldn't resist. I got a bassinet, a changing table, a baby swing, and an assortment of clothing."
"That's an awful lot, Hermione. You didn't have to . . . ."
"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. Ron, can you start bringing the furniture up, please?"
"Me? Why me?" Ron whined, speaking for the first time since the pair had shown up.
"Because Draco can't, he's pregnant." Hermione explained slowly, as if talking to a child.
"What about you?"
"I'm going to make lunch for Draco."
"Fine, fine," Ron grumbled as he turned to walk out of the room. "You better be thankful I've taken pity on you Malfoy."
"Yeah, love you too, Weasley," Draco called after him before turning to Hermione. "You two are too much. Why are you so good to me?"
"Because, my best friend loved you, and because you are carrying his baby. Now come on, you need to eat."
Draco watched her walk out of the room, and smiled to himself. He knew he wouldn't be getting through this if not for the support of his husband's best friends. He only wished that he hadn't had to lose Harry in order to gain them.
