Harry Potter Preferences 0.1

You're Pregnant!

Harry: You are a muggle-born Gryffindor, same year as him

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am Harry! Do you think I would joke about something like this? I'm fucking pregnant!" You almost yell, feeling suddenly very unnerved and irritated.

Harry stares at you with an almost fearful expression and quickly looks to the side, trying to process the newest information. Meanwhile, you are left standing in front of him, anxiously waiting for his response as you feel your hormones get even more erratic.

"I need to pee."

"What?" He asks.

"I need to pee. Tell me your answer later." You turn on your heel to head to the bathroom but Harry grabs your arm and pulls you to him, gently kissing your lips.

"Now you can go." Harry caresses your face with one hand, the other ghosts over your belly. You smile and nod, feeling very happy with his answer.

Neville: You are a pure-blood Hufflepuff, two years older

You scanned Neville's face, trying to determine how he was feeling. Knowing Neville like the palm of your hand, you knew he was probably a lot more overwhelmed than you were when you first found out. He was the most sensible out of the pair of you, after all.

Your husband sat down on a couch, his head on his hands, and you started worrying.

"Nev?"

"I can't do this." He mumbled, you felt your blood run ice cold. What?! "I can't do this (F/N). I can't be a father. I don't know how to be a father. What if I'm terrible? What if I end up letting it fall on its head? What if I turn like my uncle and I push it out of a window to see if he's a squib or not?" Neville started hyperventilating and you wrapped your arms around him.

"Hush now Nev. Don't worry, you'll be a great father. You're not your grandmother, you're not your uncle, you're Neville Franklin Longbottom. And I know this kid will love you no matter what."

After a few minutes, you feel him calm down in your arms. He pulls away and kisses the slight bump in your belly, smiling meekly at the red clad skin.

"I love you. Both." He leans his head against your belly and you two stay there, like that, for what seems like very peaceful and quiet hours.

Draco: You are a pure-blood Slytherin, one year younger

You felt yourself smile in relief as Draco immediately started beaming after you delivered him the news. Your husband stepped forward, took you in his arms, and jumped around the room, all the while with you laughing securely in his grip.

Draco put you down and kissed your forehead, your nose each of your cheeks and finally your lips.

He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. "We're not naming it Draco or Dracona Jr." The slight pout against your lips made you smile and you pecked him.

"I want my name as a middle name." He whined. "Lucius Draco. Abraxas Draco. Septimus Draco..-

"Can we please not name it entirely after your family? And what makes you think it's a boy? It can be a girl for all we know. And I'm naming her Hope (F/N) Malfoy."

"Then if it's a boy it'll be Ryall Draconis Malfoy. Ooh, imagine if we have twins!" His eyes shone at the possibility.

"Nope! Not gonna happen."

Cedric: You are a muggle-born Gryffindor, one year younger

Cedric frowned at you and bit his lip. You knew he wasn't ready to be a father, especially now that he had been chosen to participate in the Tri-Wizard's Tournament. The chances were high that when you gave birth to the baby, it would be fatherless.