Pregnancy Diary of Harry Potter-Malfoy- "second trimester"- April 15
Ok, so technically I don't have trimesters, but whatever. It's the stage of development that counts, not the number, right? That was definitely lame…
My child is now one pound in weight and 8 inches in length. And… we know the sex. It's a girl. We've been having a hard time deciding on a name, but I think some form of foliage would be pretty. I don't know. Draco wants to name her something trendy, like Brynn, but I shot that one down faster than I can run to the loo to take a piss these days. Oh well. It will come to us eventually.
I also have this terrible cold that won't go away. My nose is all runny and my eyes are all watery. It's miserable.
I am also about ten pounds heavier, and my stomach is really starting to round out. It's really cool, but I can't STAND anyone touching it but me or Draco. Which they're prone to do, and I don't want to be rude, but DAMNIT, a girl can only take so much! It is really neat to see the baby move, though. We can actually see her kick and such.
FUCK! Like now.
I'm going to go find him. I need love and care.
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Heaving himself off the bed, Harry walked into the living room to discover Draco drawing up nursery plans. He peered over his husband's shoulder, smiling to himself. The walls were to be two-toned pink, in a pinstripe pattern. Deep burgundy curtains hung over the window, and the crib was circular with a light pink, gauzy canopy.
"What? No silver, no green?" Harry teased, murmuring against Draco's cheek.
"Eh, we'll get her those glowy green stars you stick to the ceiling. Other than that, she's all pink."
"It's lovely."
"Thanks." Draco continued sketching the rocking chair, while Harry moved to sit beside him. Draco's left hand slipped up Harry's shirt and massaged his belly, sighing in happiness as the baby moved. Harry fell asleep with his head on Draco's shoulder, snoring softly. When Draco was finished drawing for the evening, he carefully picked his husband up in his arms and carried him to bed, setting him down softly. He got out some pyjamas and slowly undressed Harry, trying not to wake him. He succeeded and tucked him under the covers, then prepared himself for bed. When he was under the covers as well he sighed. He had a gorgeous husband, a baby girl on the way, and there was nothing more he wanted right now than to wrap his arms protectively around Harry and their child. So he did and fell asleep.
He was jolted awake two hours later, however, when Harry bolted upright.
"Holly. Holly Drucilla." He said clearly, and Draco knew instantly that that was what they were to name their child.
"Beautiful." Draco muttered sleepily as Harry laid back down in his arms.
"My dreams are so vivid now." Harry whispered.
"Vivid like how?"
"Vivid like this." Harry grabbed Draco's hand and placed it in a very interesting spot.
"Oh?" Draco asked, stroking slowly. "Tell me about it."
"We were at Hogwarts, in Snape's dungeons, actually."
"Kinky."
"We were on top of his desk, naked, and…ohhhhhhhh… and you were fucking the living daylights out of me." Grinning to himself, Draco slipped his hand into Harry's pants, stroking a little more forcefully now.
"Sounds wonderful. How about I do that right now?"
"Gods ,yes." Harry rolled his head back as Draco attacked his neck with his mouth, trailing his fingers over Harry's torso and then plunging back into his pants.
"Baby, you are so hot." Draco hummed as he slid down Harry's body, pulled his pants down, and began to tease him with his tongue. His husband responded crazily, arching and thrusting like a teenager. Finally, with a shudder, he came in Draco's mouth. Surfacing for air, Draco smirked at the look on Harry's face. He licked the corners of his mouth and was about to speak when Harry latched his mouth onto Draco's and slid his tongue in. After a bit of heavy making out, they broke apart. Harry's hand snaked down to Draco's groin and he spent the next few minutes bringing Draco to a frenzied completion. As soon as Harry's head nestled against Draco's chest the two men fell asleep.
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"Ok, Mr. Malfoy, please pull up your shirt." Harry grinned idiotically at being called "Mr. Malfoy", but did what Dr. Montague asked. Draco took his left hand and smiled as Dr. Montague waved her wand over Harry's stomach. "She's doing excellent. Very healthy, and here's her heartbeat." A soft, fast beating was heard; and even though they'd heard it before, it made Harry want to cry. They'd brought a life, this life they were hearing right now, into creation, and it was sweet. Draco continued to smile and kissed Harry's forehead as Montague continued to inspect the baby's activity. "She's a lively one, and we are definitely detecting magic. She's without a doubt a witch." Thank gods, both Harry and Draco thought. They would have loved Holly anyway, but it would be easier to raise a witch in a magic household. "So how is your diary coming along?"
"Well, I am actually enjoying writing in it. Hermione's writing in one, too, and it's fun to compare. Her baby and Holly are going to be good friends." Harry felt stupid saying it, but Dr. Montague sounded happy.
"That's excellent." She observed, measuring some levels with her wand. "You sound really stuffy."
"Yeah, I've had a bit of a cold the past couple of weeks."
"That's normal. Just let it take its time and it'll eventually go away. Now, if you would sit up, we'll discuss what's ahead for you and the baby- I guess her name is Holly?"
"Harry had a dream about it." Draco laughed, winking at his husband.
"Interesting… how are your dreams of late?"
"Er… dramatic, to say the least." Harry muttered, blushing.
"I see." She replied, smiling knowingly. "All right- here's what the next few months are going to look like." She drew up a calendar in the air with her wand, poking and pointing. "She'll continue to grow, and you'll continue to feel certain discomfort, like breathlessness, but that shouldn't get too bad. If it does, however, come see me immediately." She looked pointedly at Harry, who nodded obediently. "You watch him when he's exercising or walking or getting up. Help him when he asks. Or if you see he's having any difficulty." She added to Draco, who also nodded.
"But don't coddle me." Harry added in a warning. Draco smiled.
"All right."
"You'll probably have some bad leg cramps. Get Draco to massage them out or walk them off. But start to dissipate in your exercising. And when it starts to get hot, DO NOT OVERDRESS. Carry a sweatshirt or something, but be cool. Now, the hard part." She looked Harry right in the eye and he blinked. "I want you to come in next month, and again in June. I think, by June, you should be on bedrest."
"Why?"
"Male pregnancies are very complicated, as you know, and it will be very stressful on your body as she develops and grows larger. It will take almost all your energy, and we don't want to put you in a precarious situation. So I'm going to put you on bedrest starting June 10th or so."
"Ok…" Harry sighed, knowing it was for the best.
"And that's about all you can be expecting until our next appointment. So be safe, and come in if there are any problems, all right?"
"Thanks, Doctor." Draco said, smiling as she hugged Harry and left the room. Harry's smile dropped as soon as she left.
"I don't want to spend three sodding months in bed." He mumbled, standing upright.
"Come here." Harry walked into his husband's embrace, resting his head on Draco's shoulder, sighing loudly. "You know what?"
"Hmm?"
"I can always be in bed with you." He whispered in a seductive voice.
"You're naughty… but I think I'll hold you to that offer."
"Oh really?"
"Yes." Harry looked into Draco's eyes and kissed him softly, their lips brushing together. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him closer, his tongue sliding into Harry's mouth. Harry groaned and snaked an arm around the back of Draco's neck, fingers twining into his golden locks. They both felt her kick and smiled in their kiss. When they broke apart, Harry grinned. "How come you always make me feel better?"
"Cuz it's my job, silly."
"Oh. Well, you're good at it."
"Thanks. Are you hungry?"
"Are you kidding?"
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(May 10th)
"Harry, stop!"
"I will not stop. How DARE YOU?!" He continued shoving things into his overnight bag.
"Stop and tell me what I did first!" Draco yelled back, holding his husband by the shoulders.
"Fine. I will." He sat on the edge of the bed and Draco did the same. "I told you my legs were cramping and you said you'd massage them but you'd be late for your meeting with Blaise and Millie."
"Yes…"
"You made me feel like an inconvenience! Like it's my fault that I can't stand up without going cross-eyed and that I am always feeling uncomfortable in some form or another."
"You know that's not what I meant." Draco answered, biting in his lip in utter frustration.
"Yes, well, maybe you should think before you say something."
"Listen- I'm sorry if I made you feel like an nuisance. But I do have to meet with Blaise and Millie. They're expecting me." Harry merely glared and stood up.
"I'm calling Hermione."
"Fine."
"Fine. Go have time with your friends and leave your husband alone." Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"If that's how you're going to be, I won't go."
"No, by all means. Go. I don't want to stop you." Harry called over his shoulder, walking to the phone. He dialed his friend's number.
"Hello?" Said a terse female voice.
"'Mione?"
"Harry?"
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Severus is just being an inconsiderate jerk. He's decided to up and leave me alone tonight to pal around with his old Slytherin students while I'm at home, feeling like utter shit and needing some company."
"One of those students being his godson, my husband. He's leaving me as well for the night out. Would you like me to come over?"
"Tell you what: let's get a hotel room. We'll have a little pregnant-bitch getaway." Hermione sounded mischievous.
"You're on." Harry replied, grinning. Draco walked past him to get his coat. "See you in a few."
"Bye!"
"Where are you going?" Draco asked after Harry hung up the phone.
"I'm going out with Hermione. Go before you're late." He went into the bedroom to retrieve his bag, then Flooed to Hermione's without looking back at Draco.
When he arrived, Hermione was packed and ready. Severus was sulking by the door, arms crossed and sighing heavily.
"Don't finish that sentence." Hermione was saying, glaring daggers at him. Harry looked awkwardly between them, when she finally acknowledged his presence. "Ready?" He nodded and they Flooed to The Hertz, a fancy wizard hotel. Harry paid for the room and the bellhop took them room 214, the Enchantra Suite. Hermione grinned widely as they stepped into the spacious sitting area. "I could get used to this!" She cried as she dropped her purse on the table. Harry followed her as they toured the beautiful place. The bed was humongous. The tub was humongous. The shower was humongous. EVERYTHING was humongous. It was nearing both their bedtimes, so they got into their pyjamas and ordered chocolate cake for a snack. When it was brought up and they were comfortably ensconced on the bed, Hermione asked him how he was.
"I'm… fine. I'm just feeling like Draco isn't so keen on my pregnancy anymore. Like he wishes I weren't pregnant. I am having the best time of my life with this experience, and he seems to be under- appreciative of the fact that his child is growing inside of me. And I can't help but feel a little vulnerable without him protecting me and caring for me in the way I need right now."
"I understand completely!" Hermione cried through a bite of cake. She swallowed. "Sev's been really shady around me. He hasn't been responsive when I ask him questions, is like a rock when we go to appointments… it's just really saddening."
"We'll show them." Harry said resolutely, crossing his arms over his chest. Hermione nodded and they fell asleep soon after.
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Draco, meanwhile, was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for his husband to come home. It was nearing midnight, and he'd called over to Sev's, asking if Harry was there, or if Hermione had come home yet, and Severus had no idea. He sighed and went to his hiding spot, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He was nervous, and Harry wasn't around to inhale any toxins, so he didn't care.
He hadn't meant to upset Harry; he'd just needed a little time for himself. He loved Harry and the baby to death, but he was feeling suffocated. Sure, he felt guilty for feeling so, but it was true. Constantly being surrounded by pregnancy had begun to bring to light his fears. He was scared that Harry wouldn't make it through the labor. He was afraid Holly would die after birth. He was scared of a lot of things, and couldn't talk to the one person who understood him the most because he didn't want to scare him. Draco was lost. He'd talked to Severus about his fears, and it seemed that he, too, was scared out of his mind. This night was just a means of calming himself down, and had expected to come home to Harry and apologize. But his husband wasn't here, and he began to worry more.
Taking a long drag off his cigarette, Draco turned his chair to the front door and waited.
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