Author's Note: So this story got put down because of its summary not being family friendly...
And I was not allowed to upload a story for a few days.
So here I am reuploading this story again.
I hope everyone enjoys reading this.
Story's betaed by FiggThe3rd
Warning: Ermmm... mpreg. Relationship between men. That kind of story homophobes tend to avoid the most.
Well, hope you'll all enjoy reading this. :)
Draco Malfoy could only sigh as his long-term partner, Harry Potter, was crying his eyeballs out because some douche commented on the once lithe boy's current physique.
Really though, such a comment should have been anticipated when one was pregnant.
Draco felt his ego purr at the thought he knocked up the other man. That his biological child was inside the person he had desired the most ever since he was a child of 11.
Good things do happen even to the wicked. He couldn't help but smirk.
But such small victories fall short especially, when a crying, hormonal Gryffindorish pregnant spouse-to-be was expecting him to defend his honor like a clumsy damsel that should just off herself.
"Draco!" then came the sobbing again. How he hated those damnable pregnancy hormones.
He decided to talk sense into his most beloved before Harry stressed himself too much which in turn would stress the unborn child.
"Potter, you're the bleeding Boy-Who-Fucking-Killed-Snakeface. I know being up in the duff with my kid makes you stupidly hormonal but it doesn't mean that you'll go wailing and running to me when someone's saying nasty stuff to you."
Harry stopped crying at that. Draco found it to be a good sign so he continued.
"Firstly, Potter, you're pregnant so you shouldn't be running and I'm not a bloody finish line."
"Secondly, I'm not a flimsy tissue. Yes, my robes are made from Egyptian cotton but they're not to be snot upon."
"And, lastly, don't hug and squirm against me, looking for comfort. It's bad enough that people seem to have the perception that I'm a hex dummy, trying to hex me that is… Those daft bastards they are. If you try that on me, they'd up their efforts in hexing the bad Death Eater with the thought that I'm forcing you to do PDA stuff."
Harry looked upset… Well, more like almost crying and very annoyed at Draco Malfoy.
"Then what the hell do you want me to do, you arctic arsehole?"
Draco couldn't help but laugh at his upset beloved. He took Harry's hand in his own and kissed it. The raven looked confused with the action then Draco replied.
"Call St. Mungos or maybe that healer friend of yours, Loony, I might get the fucking urge to use dark spells on anyone being mean to you… You know… the extremely dark ones Father taught me. Don't tip that Auror Weasel as well. It'll take the fun of beating the bastards with my bare hands too."
Harry looked even more confused so Draco gathered the small, pregnant man in his arms then said. "I love you, Harry James Potter… to-be Malfoy." With a kiss on the forehead, he continued, "To those, who'll make fun of you, I'll make sure they wish the thought hadn't even occurred to their minds in the first place."
Harry smiled at Draco and gave him a full kiss.
After they kissed, they settled into the sofa while Harry napped and Draco gave a sigh of contentment.
So what do you think? :)