D is Daddy
AN: This one's short but sweet. I features MPREG!Harry Worried!Draco and Brotherfigures!Weasley twins because let's face it, the twins are overly protective of Harry :p This one was so sweet I almost gave me some damn cavities! XD
OliMaMis: I did something better. TWO updates :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Draco paced and paced and paced. He was in the hall of the St. Mungo's maternity ward, waiting for any word on the love of his life and their children. When he'd heard that Harry, his Harry, was pregnant he'd been terrified. It had only been two months since the war had ended, and everyone was still reeling from the destruction. Harry and Draco had bought a small, cozy house out in the middle of nowhere. Draco had just wanted to spend time with his newlywed husband, the man he loved, who had died in battle. Draco shivered everytime he thought of it. Harry had died. Draco spent the next two months focusing solely on Harry and his recovery. His poor love had been weak, so weak. He could barely stand, hardly talk, and he had trouble even holding a wand. Draco was patient with him, helping him throughout the day and holding him at night, stroking his black hair and whispering in his ear. Then, when Harry finally started getting back to his old self, he started getting sick every morning. Confused and worried, Draco had flooed Snape who immedeatly came and gave Harry a full check out. Then he'd given them the news that they were going to be parents.
The months that followed, Draco had been in a daze. He went shopping for baby clothes with Harry, redecorated one of the three rooms in their house, picked out a cradle, so on and so forth, but he didn't feel anything for the little bundle of joy in Harry's stomach. However, it got worse when they found out it was bundles of joy, that they were having twin boys. Draco folded in on himself, retreating into his mind and only going through the motions. It continued until Draco thought he would never break out of his slump. Then, one day, something amazing happened. Harry and Draco were sitting on the couch, Harry's stomach swollen and sticking out a bit under his maternity shirt. Suddenly Harry jumped and turned to Draco with excitement in his eyes. Silently, he took the elder male's hand and placed it on his belly. After a few minutes, Draco went to pull his hand away when he felt it. A kick, right where his hand was. Draco gasped and leaned closer to Harry's stomach, waiting anxiously. When it happened again, Draco gave a choked breath, tears welling in his eyes. "My babies. My little boys." He whispered, laying his head on Harry's stomach. And just like that, the trance was broken. Draco became like his old self, though slightly overbearing with Harry. He was constantly hovering over him, making sure nothing went wrong.
And now here they were almost seven months later, having their children. They were a bit premature which caused Draco stress beyond belief. What if their lungs weren't fully developed? What if they had some sort of mutation? What if they died? Draco groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his arms at that thought. "Draco, please sit down. You're going to wear yourself out pacing like that." Hermione said, gently grabbing Draco's shirt sleeve. Draco threw himself into a chair with a huff. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny and Luna looked at one another in worry. The twins were in the birthing room with Harry. Draco had been unable to bring himself to watch Harry in that much pain and Ron had...well, Ron was Ron. Hermione felt that she would only make matters worse and panic. Ginny felt it was inappropriate for her to be there for her ex-boyfriend's birth while Neville knew he would have fainted at the first scream. Luna just suggested the twins and left it at that.
Finally, after hours of waiting, the door slid open and the twins stepped out. Draco jumped up, rushing over to the two. The twins grinned simultaneously. "Congratulations mate." They said in unison and Draco blew by them, running into the room. He stopped at the door and just stared for a minute. There laid his husband, brow sweaty, black hair wild and all over the pillow he laid on. Harry looked absolutely exhausted, but was practically glowing. He opened his eyes and looked at Draco, his face instantly splitting into a large grin. "Hey Draco." He whispered as Draco walked towards him. "Harry." Draco muttered, wiping hair away from his head and kissing him gently. "Mr Malfoy?" A voice called softly. Draco turned and stared at the little blue bundle in the nurse's arms. "Your first born son, Mr. Malfoy." She said, handing the child to him. Draco stared down at the little child in awe, supporting the boy's head in the crook of his arm. Harry was holding his twin, smiling up at the two.
Both boys were incredibly small. Their skin was pale and soft, both with tufts of black hair on their head. "What are their names Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Potter?" The nurse asked, wand out to do the finishing paper work. "This little one is James. James Sirius Malfoy-Potter." Harry said, gently bouncing his son in his arms. "And the other son Mr. Malfoy?" She asked and Draco tore his eyes away from the child to look at Harry who merely smiled. "Your choice Draco." He said and Draco looked back down at his son. "Evan then. Evan Cedric Malfoy-Potter." Draco answered and Harry looked incredibly grateful towards his husband, knowing that his sons name was a tribute to his late mother and great friend. Draco smiled down at Evan as his eyes opened a crack. Already, he knew that he would have Harry's emerald green eyes. "Hello there Evan. Do you know me? I'm Draco. I'm your daddy."