Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Luckiest Baby in the World

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: mfingenius ( on ao3 )

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"You're staring," Malfoy says.

"I'm not." Harry is. He just - he can't see it. Malfoy is wearing an admittedly oversized jade jumper, but Harry thought he'd at least be able to see something. He can't bring himself to say anything, and he can't look away, and he can't think. He's... frozen.

"You can't see it yet, Potter." Malfoy sounds miffed.

"I'm not trying to," Harry lies, finally tearing his eyes away; he looks out the window in a desperate attempt to get a single thought into his head that isn't what the fuck.

"Look," Malfoy says; his tone - impatient and annoyed - doesn't match his posture. His fingers are twitching uncertainly, he's chewing at his lower lip, and he looks paler than usual. Harry would say - if he didn't know better - that Malfoy is terrified. "It's not like I'm telling you that you have to be a part of its life. I only-"

"How do you know it's mine?" The question is out of his mouth before Harry can think better of it, and he immediately regrets it because of the way Malfoy's face shutters, turns cold.

"I was a virgin when you fucked me, Potter," Malfoy says, rather crudely. He's definitely miffed now, but he sounds uneven. His cheeks are red, and his glare has narrowed. "And I haven't slept with anyone since then."

"I'm sorry," he says hollowly. Malfoy's pregnant. Malfoy's pregnant with his child.

Fuck .

Harry fought a war. Harry just fought a war, he spent the last year on the run, the one before that only trying to survive, he gave himself up to Voldemort not long ago because he felt like he had no other choice. Malfoy spent the last two years spying for the Order in a house full of Death Eaters, doing anything that was necessary to give their side even a sliver of an advantage.

Harry doesn't see how either of them can be good parents.

"I-" He doesn't know what to say.

Malfoy rolls his eyes. The color in his cheeks has darkened, and his eyes are suspiciously watery, but he looks away before Harry can see it properly. "Merlin, Potter, you're fucking exhausting. I knew you weren't going to want to have anything to do with this. Fucking convenient that I'm the one who has to deal with it."

And he stands, and Harry's eyes are again drawn to Malfoy's stomach. It's hard to believe there's a baby growing there. A baby . His baby. He watches Malfoy walk out of their shared dorm - and Harry should say something, he thinks, because that's his baby in Malfoy's belly, even though he can't seem to think - and slam the door.

He doesn't know what to do.

He knows nothing of pregnancy, much less male pregnancy, and he knows even less of fatherhood. I never had a father , he thinks absently. Does it matter? He can't tell; every thought in his mind is only half-formed and fleeting. He paces around the room worriedly for half an hour, and then he does the only thing he can think of.

He goes to Hermione.

She's rooming with Padma Patil – for the sake of inter-house unity, no one is rooming with someone from their same house, which is how Harry ended up with Malfoy of all people – and fuck, he hoped it wouldn't be awkward because of their one-time-shag the night the war was over — but Padma is nowhere to be seen, and Ron is sitting on Hermione's bed, frowning lightly at Harry.