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hp_bunintheovenTitle: Can a Vampire Get a Werewolf Pregnant?
Author:
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: S8: Can a vampire get a werewolf pregnant? (Or the other way around?)
Summary: See prompt.
Word Count: ~500
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Just a little silly fun. :)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Harry had already read the Prophet and finished his second cup of tea when Draco waddled down the stairs and into kitchen. Harry had learned the hard way not to mention how adorable he found it. Draco had a way with a stinging hex that was difficult to forget. He rubbed his forearm reflexively.
"Morning, love," he said, standing and helping Draco ease into a chair at the kitchen table. "What can I get you?"
Draco rubbed a hand over his belly and yawned. "Tea. And perhaps some of those lovely sausages from the butcher."
Harry poured a fresh cup of tea and set it down in front of Draco then went to the fridge for Draco's favourite Lincolnshire sausages.
"Where's the Prophet? Don't tell me the delivery owl got lost in a heavy snow," Draco said, eyebrow raised.
"That excuse doesn't work as well in April." Harry chuckled as he dumped the sausages into a frying pan. "They've been speculating about our relationship again so I threw that rag into the fire. I won't have you upset."
The only person who got more aggravated about the rubbish the Prophet printed than Harry was Draco though Harry suspected pregnancy hormones made it worse. He knew better than to mention that either.
"Give me an idea or I'll have Pansy Floo me a copy," Draco said, scowling.
Harry sighed. "Now that it's obvious you're pregnant and unable to hide it, they're suggesting the child cannot be mine."
"On what basis?" Draco snapped, visibly irritated.
"Take a deep breath and drink your tea. You don't want to agitate the baby." Harry plated the sausages, adding a couple of slices of toast with marmalade, and set it down in front of Draco. "According to that so-called newspaper, a vampire can't get a werewolf pregnant."
Draco snickered. "Well, they're in for a surprise, aren't they?"
"Several." Harry grinned, baring his canines. "I hope she takes after me. That'll give them something to talk about. I can see the headlines now, 'Harry Potter and Vampire Daughter seen purchasing steak in Muggle grocers.'"
"As long as she arrives before the next full moon, it matters not. I won't be able to roam the woods with a belly like this. It's unbecoming." Draco wolfed down his breakfast and finished his tea. "Next time you're carrying. Maybe that will give us a cub. Who understands how creature inheritance works anyway."
Harry leaned over and lay his hand on Draco's stomach, giving his husband a soft kiss. "But I like you like this."
"You like the extra blood coursing through my veins. Now help me up."
Harry blushed, properly chastised, as he gave Draco a hand getting out of the chair. "You smell twice as sweet."
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Isn't it awfully early in the day for you to be trying to get laid?"
"No?" Harry laughed when Draco swatted him on the arm.
"Insatiable," Draco grumbled though he practically dragged Harry toward the stairs.
Author:
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: S8: Can a vampire get a werewolf pregnant? (Or the other way around?)
Summary: See prompt.
Word Count: ~500
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Just a little silly fun. :)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Harry had already read the Prophet and finished his second cup of tea when Draco waddled down the stairs and into kitchen. Harry had learned the hard way not to mention how adorable he found it. Draco had a way with a stinging hex that was difficult to forget. He rubbed his forearm reflexively.
"Morning, love," he said, standing and helping Draco ease into a chair at the kitchen table. "What can I get you?"
Draco rubbed a hand over his belly and yawned. "Tea. And perhaps some of those lovely sausages from the butcher."
Harry poured a fresh cup of tea and set it down in front of Draco then went to the fridge for Draco's favourite Lincolnshire sausages.
"Where's the Prophet? Don't tell me the delivery owl got lost in a heavy snow," Draco said, eyebrow raised.
"That excuse doesn't work as well in April." Harry chuckled as he dumped the sausages into a frying pan. "They've been speculating about our relationship again so I threw that rag into the fire. I won't have you upset."
The only person who got more aggravated about the rubbish the Prophet printed than Harry was Draco though Harry suspected pregnancy hormones made it worse. He knew better than to mention that either.
"Give me an idea or I'll have Pansy Floo me a copy," Draco said, scowling.
Harry sighed. "Now that it's obvious you're pregnant and unable to hide it, they're suggesting the child cannot be mine."
"On what basis?" Draco snapped, visibly irritated.
"Take a deep breath and drink your tea. You don't want to agitate the baby." Harry plated the sausages, adding a couple of slices of toast with marmalade, and set it down in front of Draco. "According to that so-called newspaper, a vampire can't get a werewolf pregnant."
Draco snickered. "Well, they're in for a surprise, aren't they?"
"Several." Harry grinned, baring his canines. "I hope she takes after me. That'll give them something to talk about. I can see the headlines now, 'Harry Potter and Vampire Daughter seen purchasing steak in Muggle grocers.'"
"As long as she arrives before the next full moon, it matters not. I won't be able to roam the woods with a belly like this. It's unbecoming." Draco wolfed down his breakfast and finished his tea. "Next time you're carrying. Maybe that will give us a cub. Who understands how creature inheritance works anyway."
Harry leaned over and lay his hand on Draco's stomach, giving his husband a soft kiss. "But I like you like this."
"You like the extra blood coursing through my veins. Now help me up."
Harry blushed, properly chastised, as he gave Draco a hand getting out of the chair. "You smell twice as sweet."
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Isn't it awfully early in the day for you to be trying to get laid?"
"No?" Harry laughed when Draco swatted him on the arm.
"Insatiable," Draco grumbled though he practically dragged Harry toward the stairs.
