⎯⎯ DRARRY ONESHOTS !

vitafordus / mpreg

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"Also, please don't forget to get these vitamins-here," Draco uncapped the pen that Harry was previously holding and scribbled down something on the piece of parchment. They recently just found out that pens are more convenient than those vexatious quills, anyways.

He handed Harry the paper again with a bite on his lip. Under a neat scrawl of "eggs and milk", was another slightly shaky writing.

"Vitafordus?" Harry scrunched up his nose, he had never heard of that. "What's that? One of your fancy hair products, isn't it?" He teased.

The blond simpered lightly, "It's not. It's vitamins. Do not forget to pick them up, alright?"

"Of course, I'll be back in an hour." The raven leaned in to peck a light kiss on his husband's pale cheek, earning a smile from the other man and a muffled 'goodbye' pressed on Harry's neck.

"Are you alright?" Harry quietly queried. Draco had been fidgety and nervous since this morning, and Harry knew that something is clearly awry.

"I'm okay," He once again muffled in the crook of his neck. "Just...a little tired, I just need those vitamins to boost my metabolisms up."

Harry didn't question it any further.

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The Gryffindor sauntered to the dairy aisle, grabbing two jugs of fresh milk from the cooler. He squinted back to the shopping list in his hand. Eggs, checked. Detergent, checked. Milk, checked. Cereal, checked. Draco's fancy hair gel, (sigh) checked.

The only thing left on the list unchecked were Draco's vitamins that he specifically instructed not to forget about, and with a careless shrug Harry headed to the drugs section.

Shelves after shelves stood proudly beside each other, the rows propping each products neatly. The bespectacled man scrutinized the labels etched on the small bottles, even when he had his now oh-so very thick glasses assisting his sight, he still can't read small letters for the sake of his life.

After further scanning, his eyes suddenly gleamed, spotting the bottle of Vitafordus that Draco asked. He inspected the bottle, showing that the vitamin is, in fact made for pregnancy.

What.

In the label, it clearly advertised, "Boost your stamina for your pregnancy!"

Did his eyesight suddenly worsened that he's starting to read other things?

He blinked at the bottle, once, twice, until it turned into a staring contest. His mouth was agape as he concluded that Draco had asked for the wrong product, but his husband had made it perfectly clear that the vitamin he had to get was this 'Vitafordus' thing. And as much as Harry hated to admit, the pureblood was always right.

One of the employees of the store passed by him; a young teen who looked in his 17s with striking ginger hair, he was slightly shorter than him and he had freckles painted all over his face. He stocked the empty shelf with a sigh, starting to stack from the top to the bottom.

Strangely, he was reminded strongly of Ron.

"Excuse me?" Harry said, trying to grab the boy's attention.

The teen turned around with a blasé look on his face, one pale eyebrow raised. "How may I help you?"

Harry swallowed, "What is this vitamin for?"

The teen—Ed, from the tag pinned on his polo, examined the letters printed on the container and looked up at Harry again with an even more uninterested look.