Harry Potter: An Alternate Universe

18) Snowed In

Year: Graduated 1998
House: Slytherin
Gender: F
Love Interest: Draco Malfoy

A continuation off of late day #15, Wonderful News.

You spent majority of the day doing small errands around the house you'd be too busy to do durning the week at work. You cleaned, did laundry (which was really Draco's job), and bought groceries. You wanted to make yourself as distracted as possible. Still, you thought about telling him about being pregnant. You could hardly wait to see how happy he'll be. Just being pregnant alone filled you with glee, and caught yourself rubbing your belly throughout the day. Draco didn't get back until late.

He came inside, pushing the door shut behind him. You saw massive amounts of snow, and the wind was extremely strong.

"Perhaps not a good day to go out," he laughed. His cheeks and nose were a bright pink. His hands were ice to the touch.

"That's fine," you tell him. "We'll eat here, then." You waved your wand at the kitchen, casting enchantments so the knives cut up some vegetables on their own. You prop yourself up on the counter, listening to him ramble about the day, and how that "urgent meeting" turned into a day of him playing laser and finding evidence to defend the bank for their trial.

"It's ridiculous, when they have people at the Ministry for that."

"They're just being cheap," you added.

"Exactly!"

"Instead, you could've been here with me, doing laundry and scrubbing the floors."

"You didn't have to do all that by yourself," he rebutted.

"Nothing that couldn't be done." His smile was warm. He leaned onto the countertop, where the insides of your thighs pressed against his ribs. His eyes you've looked into so many times before, tirelessly.

"I don't ever want you to think that I'm putting my work before you."

"It hasn't crossed my mind. As long as you don't think the same about me." You said this as you stroke his hair.

"I wanted to come home as soon as possible."

"I believe you."

His lips met the exposed skin of your neck, as gentle as you could imagine. They traces down to your collar bone, and you let out a soft sigh. His hands made contact with the small of your back, right under the fold of your shirt.

"Draco, please," you protest, lightly pushing away his arms. He stands up straighter, reading your expression.

"I'm sorry, you're not well."

"No, I'm not." You kiss the top of his forehead. He pulls his wand out of his vest, and with a flicking motion the cut vegetables begin to steam on the frying pan, mixing themselves about in circles. Together, you finished preparing dinner and setting the table. He took out wine, about to pour you a glass. You'd been preparing the perfect answer, but Draco is quick to find his mistake.

"Ah, you're sick," he said, getting you a glass of water instead. You hadn't expected him to be so intuitive. You were going to wait until after dinner, anyway.

You both finished eating, and you let the plates and utensils go wash and dry themselves. You were telling him about the book you caught up on reading. He sat in the living area, and you took his hand before sitting beside him.

"Draco," you began.

"Yes?" You suddenly panicked, trying to fit together the best way to say this. You opened your mouth, hesitating. "(Y/n), what is it?" He was concerned, when you knew he shouldn't be. At least, not right now. You felt everything at once, your head crammed with a million frantic thoughts. Your vision is blurry, and you feel yourself start to cry.

"Draco... I'm pregnant."

"Oh my Go-, oh (y/n)!" You both hold one another, him rubbing your back soothingly as you squeeze your eyes shut to push the tears out. "You're not upset, are you-?"

"No, no. Just a bit overwhelmed is all," you say through laughter, wiping away the wetness on your face with your sleeve. He looked beyond relieved.

"I'm so happy." He hugged you again. "A baby, my baby." He pulled away, looking at your seriously. "We're going to be positive about this, right?" It was more of an expectation than a question. Your mother, and all the women in your family had been weary of the blood-curse, never hopeful. You were never one to exactly follow tradition. You nod.

"No bad thoughts," you agree. He looked relieved again. He placed a hand over your stomach, and you held it there.

I've been looking forward to this one :) I like fluffy ones like these. Also, get ready for a DOUBLE UPDATE (airhorns blaring)!!!

I'll be all caught up by the end of the night!

Hope this pleases you.