Mpreg one shots

Two wizards and a baby

"Potter!" Malfoy yelled, banging his fist against the closed stall door to the boy's bathroom.

"Go away" Harry groaned, followed by the sound of him coughing and gagging, then another groan.

"Potter! You've been in there all morning. What's gotten into you?" Malfoy huffed and crossed his arms.

"Why would you like to know?" Harry groaned again, trying to brush his hair away from his face, his glasses sat to the side.

He was knelt down in front of the toilet, due to waking up with a nasty bout of nausea.

Malfoy huffed again and anxiously tapped his foot on the ground, he finally let his facade fall, he sighed softly and tried to look under the stall door.

"Harry, please talk to me. I'm sorry for how I've been treating you. I just don't want to be judged for being in love with you. I'm trying to put up a front. I'm worried about you." he spoke softly, waiting for an answer.

After a few seconds of silence, the stall door opened and Harry was standing in the door, his face was a sickly pale with a light pink dusting his cheeks.

He looked up to meet Malfoy's eyes, anyone could see that he was definitely sick.

"What did you just say?" Harry asked softly, not being able to believe what he just heard.

"I said I love you, Harry" For the first time since they met, Malfoy smiled toward the other young wizard, bringing him close to his chest.

Harry blushed, his heart ramming furiously against his chest, he buried his face into Malfoy's Slytherin robes.

Draco chuckled softly and gently brushed his fingers through soft raven hair.

"You know, you're absolutely adorable" a warm smile graced Draco's lips, his hands gently caressing Harry's blushing face.

"But, in all seriousness, why were you so sick earlier?" he asked, a frown now replacing his smile.

Again, Harry hid his face, not wanting him to know why he had gotten sick to his stomach.

It turned out that after a drunken night at a tavern with Draco a few weeks ago, Harry found himself pregnant, of course, he didn't want anyone, including Draco, to know about it.

"I want you to know that you can tell me anything" Draco whispered, gently tilting Harry's face toward him.

A small nod was Draco's answer, Harry took a deep breath and worked up the courage to tell Draco the truth.

He tried to find the right words to say, but instead, he gently took Draco's hand and placed it over the tiny, barely visible, barely noticeable baby bump that was forming on his stomach, underneath his robes.

"Draco, do you remember a few weeks ago when we were at the tavern?" he asked shyly, turning away from Draco.

Draco stood silently for a minute or two, thinking back to a few weeks ago, then he noticed Harry placing his hand over his stomach and felt a small bump, he blushed and his eyes widened.

"Harry... A-are you..." He paused, watching as Harry slowly nodded before he could finish his question.

"I'm going to be a father?" Draco asked, his mouth hanging open a bit in shock.

Harry nodded again, looking down at his shoes, he was expecting Draco to get mad at him, yell, do something, instead, he felt a warm hand caressing his burning red face, he then felt himself looking toward Draco, instead of anger on the Slytherin's face, he saw a warm smile.