A/N: HollowBody and I decided to collaborate on a drabble idea. The prompt was 'Big News' so naturally we turned it into a foot fetish drabble. The way it worked was we alternated line by line until it was completed, please enjoy. (Obligatory note to check out Hollow's work if you haven't already, they're extremely talented and all of their fics are amazing.)

For bonus points try to guess who wrote which lines ;)

"Harry, is now a good time?" Hermione asked. "I have…big news."

Harry put down his mythomagic figurine. "I guess so."

"Er…" Hermione eyed the figurine warily. "Are you playing with your little toys again?"

"They aren't toys, Hermione," Harry said exasperatedly. "They're highly detailed, miniature metal models representing characters and warriors from the mythomagic tabletop games and universes."

He set the figurine down, and it started marching on its own across the table. Hermione was still a little weirded out by her boyfriend's new obsession, but she had to move on and tell him her news.

"Yeah, sure. Anyways, do you remember what I was telling you last week? About the thing?"

"Yep! You're pregnant, right? Not sure how that happened, but that's why I'm making toys for your future child to play with."

"Harry, the news is that the baby is yours. I know that you never really had an adult who could tell you exactly how the process works, but…"

"Wait, what!?" he exclaimed. "I got you pregnant!? Damn it, I knew you should've worn socks!"

"No, Harry. It wasn't that part that got me pregnant, it was the…"

"The kissing?" he asked, puzzled.

"You know what, nevermind, we can talk about that later… but how do you feel? About us being parents, I mean?" She tried not to sound too nervous.

Harry glanced down at his mythomagic figurine.

"What if our first kid doesn't want to play mythomagic with me? Should we have another one just in case?"

Hermione bit the inside of her cheek. "I think maybe at least three, just to be safe."

Harry's eyes widened gleefully. "That's enough for a tournament!"

Hermione kept her face neutral. "If we have four more, you can scrimmage against each other," she said casually.

"So…" Harry counted on his fingers. "That makes seven in total? How much foot stuff are we going to have to do to get you that pregnant?"

"A lot, Harry. A lot of foot stuff."