Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Draco/Hermione
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 355

Notes:

30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 26 - Run

Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Noivern - Silver - Write about approaching someone with food when they are angry or upset.


Harry and Draco stared at the closed door for a moment before they looked at each other.

Draco arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

Harry quickly shook his head and motioned with his empty hand for Draco to go first.

In response, Draco took a step back.

"Coward," Harry hissed.

Draco smirked. "We're both cowards when it comes to dealing with her. But you're a Gryffindor; you're supposed to be less of a coward."

"I want to run," Harry sheepishly admitted.

"I do too, but we need to go in there. So, you first."

Harry took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. He peered inside and forced a smile on his face when he saw a grumpy Hermione in bed. "Hey," he hesitantly said.

"Go away," a very upset Hermione retorted, arms crossed over her chest.

"I have peanut butter sandwiches," Harry offered.

"And I have the pickles," Draco added.

"You think you can appease me with food? You think that's the only thing that can possibly make me happy. Oh, it must be because I'm a big, fat whale, right?!" she yelled, her cheeks flushed from the exertion.

Harry's eyes softened. "You're not a big, fat whale. You're pregnant, and you're as beautiful as always, and that's the truth."

"Harry's right," Draco once again added as he fully stepped into the room. "If we made you feel otherwise, we didn't mean to."

Hermione turned her head and stared out of the window. "I feel huge and unattractive, and I have no idea why either of you are still bothering with me."

Draco moved ahead of Harry and sat on the bed. He placed the pickles in front of her. "We love you, and we love the baby that you're carrying."

"And that will never change. And to us, you are the most beautiful thing in the world because you're carrying our daughter. How can we not love you for that?"

Hermione sighed. "I'm sorry I've been such a basket case."

Harry chuckled. "Don't worry. Both Molly and Narcissa warned us about pregnancy hormones."

Hermione smiled. "Can I have my peanut butter sandwiches now?"