Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

As Keen As Mustard

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: Ladderofyears (on ao3) 

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Draco opened a half an eye, wondering how it was possible that Saturday morning had arrived already. It was scarcely fair. It seemed like only half a minute had passed since he'd gone to bed. Sadly the stream of sunlight peeking in through the blinds was a truth that couldn't be denied.

Not to be defeated, the wizard gathered up a roll of quilt and tucked it beneath his chin with a defiant huff. Perhaps, if he pretended with all of his might, then he could ward off getting up for a couple more minutes?

Draco thought it was certainly worth a try.

Unfortunately, Draco's plan had a gigantic, dishevelled-haired Chosen One-sized hole in it. After only two minutes of pretence Draco yawned, blinked open his eyes and turned his head. He could sense he was being watched and there'd only ever been one man in his life that hadn't ever stopped looking at him.

Harry, his husband of eight years, was staring at him across their pillows, his green eyes bright without his wire-framed glasses. Harry was staring at Draco as though he were the most glorious wizard in the whole of England. After all their years together – and their two boys, Scorpius and Osiris – it really was the most wonderful compliment to wake up to.

"I can always tell when you're really sleeping," Harry chided, as soon as their eyes met. "You always have the tiniest smile, just at the corner of your lips, like you're really enjoying your dreams."

Draco smiled into his pillow. Even now, he was still surprised by the reams of information that Harry knew about him and only revealed when he wanted to.

"And I might well have still been enjoying them," Draco chided back, though his voice carried no heat, "had a certain wizard – tall, gorgeous, Head Auror, total git? You might know him? – not have broken the Nox on our bedroom."

Harry grinned at that description.

"And I'm sorry," he said, leaning over to brush a lock of Draco's hair behind his ear, "and I know the Magi-Midwife said I was supposed to to be letting you rest but I couldn't wait any longer." He leant over, the mattress dipping as he pressed a small but very loving kiss onto Draco's mouth. "I was too excited to stay in bed. Our baby is due this weekend!"

"They certainly are," Draco replied, laying back on the mattress as Harry's large wand-callused hand snaked under the quilt and then beneath Draco's silk pyjama top.

It settled, tender and gentle, on the apex of his large bump and Draco shivered, the warmth of Harry's familiar magic coiling and fluttering against his skin. Draco wasn't the only person who felt Harry's magic either: the touch woke their babe from their sleep and they nudged against Harry's hand.

"And I'm beginning to think they are as keen to vacate as I am, Harry," Draco continued. He moved his hand down to join Harry's own and together they lay their fingers across the curve of his swollen belly. "I had a very familiar backache last night – low down, achy, a bit like a cramp? – and unless I'm very much mistaken, I think they'll come today."

Draco watched Harry's reaction. His husband, by nature rarely surprised, was clearly startled by his words. He furrowed his brow before reaching over to seize his glasses from the bedside table.

"Today?" Harry repeated, shoving them on before he frowned down at the broad curve of Draco's bump. "But you've not had any-?"

"Contractions?" Draco cut in, feeling the gentle undulations and shifts of their baby beneath his fingers. Now that they hadn't much room left to move their baby was kicking around a little less but they were still very active and busy, just like both of their boys had been. "No, none yet, and my waters haven't broken either." He let out a small sigh, wriggling his already uncomfortable pelvis. "But I promise that they'll still come today. I can just tell."