Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Out of the Mouths of Babes (or Toddlers)

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: CorvetteClaire ( on ao3 )

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Harry enjoyed being right (well, honestly, who doesn't?), but he enjoyed even more those moments when his stubborn git of a husband had to admit that he was right. It didn't happen often. Draco could stare a fact dead in the face and flatly refuse to see it—especially when said fact worked to Harry's advantage. But every now and then, Harry (sometimes literally) backed him into a corner and forced the precious words out of him...

You were right, Harry.

When it came to Draco's pregnancy, they weren't there yet, but they were getting damned close. Harry, of course, knew that he was right, but Draco was still fighting it. Still sulking and snarling and scowling at his changing body in the mirror, even as Harry's constant state of arousal threatened the balance of his mind and the structural integrity of his pants.

He was doing it now (the heartless little twat), standing there with a towel wrapped low on his hips, a lovely tumble of loose hair down his back, and a gentle but unmistakeable roundness to his belly that drove Harry mad with desire. Harry, lounging in the bathroom doorway and drinking in the sight of a scantily-clad Draco, had to fight the urge to drop to his knees on the mat and kiss that gorgeous bump. Then to kiss the pout from Draco's lips. Then to push him up against the sink and shag him to whimpering goo.

His cock leapt, and the seams of his trousers groaned under the strain.

Merlin fuck, that man was beautiful! And Harry had been so incredibly, unbearably, agonizingly right that he would only get more beautiful with every inch his belly grew! More desirable, more delicious, more alluring and edible and fuckable and...

"You're drooling very loudly, Potter."

Harry's eyes snapped up to meet the grey ones taunting him from the mirror. He grinned without a trace of embarrassment for where his imagination had wandered. "Just enjoying the view."

"Hmph." Draco looked down at his stomach, and his scowl deepened. He splayed a hand over it, as if to press it flat again. "I look like I've swallowed a Quaffle."

"Not a Quaffle yet," Harry objected.

Pushing away from the doorjamb, he crossed the few steps to the sink and halted just behind Draco. Then he snaked his arms around the other man's waist, slipped his hands into the top of the towel and around the swelling in his abdomen to cradle it.

"It's more of a Bludger, I'd say." He ducked his head to nibble the curve of Draco's neck and murmured adoringly, "A perfect little Bludger b—."

"Call it a bump and I will hex your balls into your throat," Draco snapped, cutting him off and jerking him out of his lustful haze.

Harry lifted his head. "What's wrong with 'bump'?"

"It's a revolting turn of phrase, and I will not have it used to describe my body!"

His eyes began to twinkle fondly. "Prat."

"I mean it, Potter! If you want to walk straight for the next month, you'll stop now!"

"Fine." Turning the other man around, he pressed him back against the sink and bent to nuzzle his throat again. "It's not a bump." He found the tucked-in end of the towel and pulled it free. The towel slid to the floor, leaving Draco magnificently naked. "Now, can we fuck?"

"With our son just across the hall? Getting ready to scream the house down, no doubt?"

"I already checked on him," Harry mumbled into his neck, his hands now busy with his own clothing. "He's perfectly happy playing with Mr. Platters until his papa is ready to feed him his breakfast."