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“Merlin Harry, what on earth are you eating?”
Harry looked up from the chocolate pudding-bacon-pickles he’d been shoveling inside his mouth.
“It’s really good!” He mumbled through his mouthful. “You should try it!”
“Nah, mate,” Ron said eyeing his plate distrustfully. “I think I’m gonna pass on this one.”
Harry shrugged and began serving himself another helping, “Your loss.”
***
“Gosh, Harry,” Hermione looked at the pile of food on his plate as if it had personally offended her. “You’re not seriously going to eat that, are you?”
“Sure I am,” Harry answered easily and topped the concoction in front of him off with some gravy, giving it a satisfied nod.
Hermione sat down next to him and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Merlin, Hermione,” he brushed her hand away and picked up his fork. “I’m fine! Can’t a bloke eat his dinner in peace?”
Hermione didn’t say anything else about it after that, but she did continue to throw an appalled glance at his plate every so often.
***
“What the fuck, Potter,” Draco grumbled as Harry threw himself down half on top off Draco who had, prior to being squashed by his boyfriend, been peacefully enjoying his book.
“Hmm?” Harry asked distractedly, mind fully focused on the food he’d managed to obtain from the kitchens. “Not up for a cuddle then?”
Draco rubbed his arm and muttered, “Cuddles don’t usually leave bruises, Scarhead.”
Then he reached over to steal the little dish of olives in Harry’s lap and popped one into his mouth.
“Hey! Im not done with those!” Harry protested.
Draco handed the dish back with a grin and gave Harry a quick kiss before getting comfortable against his boyfriend and hooking his head over Harry’s shoulder.
“Couldn’t decide on one snack then?” He asked upon seeing what Harry had brought with him.
“This is one snack,” Harry answered and promptly dumped the olives into a bowl of strawberry ice cream.
“You can’t be serious,” Draco deadpanned. “That combination is practically a biohazard.”
Harry shrugged and picked up his spoon, ready to dig in. “If you don’t want any, fine. That leaves more for me.”
“You’re joking,” Draco said.
Harry just took a big bite of his ‘biohazard’ in lieu of a reply.
“Harry, are you sick or something?” Draco asked as he pressed one hand to his forehead and placed the other on his neck to feel for his temperature.
“No,” Harry said pointedly as he kept eating. “Why does everyone keep asking that?”
He shoved another bite inside his mouth. Merlin he was hungry! It seemed like no matter how much he ate, there was always room for more these days.
But that didn’t warrant all the concern he’d been receiving from his friends. Perhaps he was just finally catching up on all the meals he’d missed over the years, Harry thought with a mental shrug.
“Maybe because you’re trying to poison yourself?” Draco said, rousing Harry from his thoughts.
“No need to be so dramatic,” Harry huffed out a laugh. “I’ve just been trying out new foods lately. It’s really good! You should give it a try before you judge me.”
“Think I’ll keep judging, thanks.”
Harry smiled at his boyfriend fondly. And for all his dramatics and disgusted looks, Draco returned the smile in a heartbeat and gave him another kiss.
***
“You have to focus, Harry!” Hermione admonished him as his eyes were falling closed once again. “NEWT’s are only 2 months away!”
Harry lifted his head up from where it had been lying on top of his folded arms. “2 months is still ages, Hermione,” he answered. “I can’t study anymore, I’m tired.”
“I agree, mate. Could really go for a nap right now,” Ron piped up. “History of Magic is putting me right to sleep.”
Hermione sent him a glare that quickly made him sit up straighter.
“Not that I would, of course!” Ron hurried out. “Sleep, that is. I would never waste precious studying time to go take a nap. Sleep is for the weak!”
“Merlin, Ron,” Harry laughed. “Overdoing it a bit, aren’t you?”
He closed his books and started gathering them up to stuff them back into his bag.
“Where are you going?” Hermione asked.
“Kitchens,” Harry answered with a shrug. “I’m hungry.”
“Again?” Ron asked. “I know I’m not really one to talk, but seeing you eat that treacle tart-melted cheese abomination at lunch has really put me off food for the day.”
“I’ll have you know that that was a pretty genius combination,” Harry tried to defend himself though he knew it was futile.
“No way, mate,” Ron said with a grin. “The things you’ve been eating… You’d almost think you were pregnant or something.”
Harry laughed, “Yeah right!”
“Fleur was exactly the same during Christmas hols. Eating everything she could find, all at the same time,” Ron continued, though his grin was slowly being replaced by a furrow between his brows. “Thought it was rather funny then, but now that I’m thinking about it…”
Hermione gasped loudly, catching on to Ron’s train of thought. “You don’t think…” she turned to stare at Harry with wide eyes.
“What?” he asked, not finding the whole thing all that funny anymore with the sudden change in atmosphere. “Guys, what’s wrong?”
Ron coughed, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “So… you and Malfoy, huh?” he started awkwardly. “You’ve been uhh… doing it safe, right?”
“What? Yes, of course!” Harry spluttered out. “I’m not a complete idiot.”
“Are you a hundred percent sure?” Hermione asked carefully. “About the safe part?”
“I- Yes, I think so,” Harry slumped back into his seat.
“I think you should go see Madam Pomfrey, Harry,” Hermione said, tone gentle but decisive. “Because what Ron just said, it does make a lot of sense.”
“Yeah, mate. It’s probably nothing,” Ron started. “But you do kind of have the symptoms. You know… being tired all the time, eating weird stuff…”
“And that immediately means that I’m pregnant?!” Harry exclaimed in a whisper, careful not to let anyone else in the library overhear.
“We’re only trying to say that maybe you should get yourself checked out,” Hermione said gently, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “Just to be sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
***
“No chocolate sausages or cheese pears today, Potter?” Draco teased as Harry walked into his dorm.
Harry just shook his head and continued standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Sensing that something was up, a crease appeared between Draco’s brows and he put his book down, “Harry, are you okay?”
He’d been thinking of how to break the news to him all the way from the Hospital Wing to the Eighth Year dorms, but all his carefully thought out words had evaporated the moment he’d actually come face to face with his boyfriend.
Might as well do what he does best and leave any sort of subtlety behind.
“I’m pregnant,” Harry blurted out.
Draco gaped at him for a few seconds before he seemed to regain his composure slightly.
“I’m sorry- you’re what?” he asked stunned. “Pregnant?! Are you sure?”
He stood up and made his way over to Harry, hands hovering by Harry’s sides as if he didn’t really know where to put them.
Harry nodded slowly, still a bit in shock himself, “I came directly from the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey just did the test.”
Draco raked a hand through his hair, momentarily at a loss for what to say.
“Are you mad?” Harry asked in a small voice. “I know this isn’t what we’d planned at all and I need you to know that I don’t want to force you into this or anything-“
“What? No!” Draco said, his hands finally coming up to cup Harry’s face. “I’m not mad, Harry, I promise. And don’t you think for even a second that I’m leaving you to go through this alone.”
He looked into Harry’s eyes intently. “If you’re really pregnant, if we’re going to have a- a baby, then I’ll be here for it. Every step of the way.”
Draco barely had time to finish his sentence before Harry surged forward and planted his lips on his. He melted into the kiss and let his hands drop down to Harry’s waist.
“I love you, Harry,” he whispered against his lips after they’d separated. “And I knew what I was getting myself into from the start. Never a dull moment with you, hmm?”
Harry laughed and pressed another quick kiss to Draco’s lips.
“So we’re doing this then?” Harry asked softly. “We’re going to have this baby. Together?”
Draco nodded decisively. “Together.”