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hp_bunintheovenTitle: Double Due Date
Author/Artist: torino10154
Pairing(s): Ron/Draco, Harry/Pansy side pairing
Prompt: S4: After the 8th year. He meets him for a drink and they make love but they both end up pregnant at the same time.
Summary: Double the pleasure and double the fun makes double the trouble!
Word Count: ~1015
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Contains: Mpreg, humour, light angst
Notes: Thank you to S for the beta!! I hope the prompter enjoys. :)
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 and Parkinson," Ron said morosely into the bottom of his pint glass, sad to see it was empty.
"Is it so surprising?" Malfoy said with a sniff. "Pansy's got a lot to offer."
Ron turned and looked down the corridor to where Harry had disappeared with Parkinson, cringing when he heard Harry's very audible, "Oh, fuck!"
"It seems that way."
They sat in silence for several more minutes before Malfoy said, "I'm not sitting here while they have all the fun."
Ron lifted his head. Malfoy's cheeks were pink with drink, the heat of the club and, perhaps, something else.
"What do you have in mind?" He licked his lips and watched Malfoy's eyes widen.
"That." Draco stood and reached for his cloak. "You coming?"
"More than once, I hope," Ron murmured under his breath.
Six weeks later....
"You don't need to eat the Puking Pastilles if you want to leave early, little bro," George said, clapping Ron on the shoulder.
"Been feeling a bit off the last few days, that's all," Ron replied, though his stomach was rolling.
"Take the afternoon off." George reached into the drawer by the till for his mobile. "Makes me wonder if something isn't going around, though. Harry mentioned that Parkinson—" Here George paused and wrapped an arm around Ron's shoulders as their gossipy old Aunt Muriel might. "Can you believe that was more than a one-off? I can't." He then straightened up and finished normally, "—said that Malfoy had been sicking up for days."
Ron blinked. "Malfoy?"
"Yeah, poncy blond bloke. Reminds me of a ferret," George said, chuckling.
"I know who it is," Ron snapped.
"Get out of here and get some rest," George said, frowning. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Ron stood up, waves of nausea crashing over him, and dashed to the loo.
Fuck.
Six weeks after that....
"Want a beer?" Harry said from the kitchen.
"Nah." Ron could feel Harry's eyes on him. "What?"
"You always want a beer." Harry sat down next to him on the sofa. "Your mum been nagging you? I know she thinks George has a drinking problem..."
Ron swallowed hard. He'd been doing everything he could to avoid facing reality. However, his trip to the medi-witch a fortnight before had confirmed his suspicion.
"That's not it." He brought his hands together, rubbing them nervously. If he said it out loud, he couldn't deny it any longer.
"Oh, good," Harry said, smiling. "I've got some wild news, though it's a bit of a secret. Pansy told me last night that Malfoy's pregnant. Can you believe it?"
Ron froze, felt the colour drain from his face, his heart pounding in his chest.
He watched the expression on Harry's face change from amusement to puzzlement to shock. "No," he whispered.
"Yes," Ron breathed out.
"Bloody hell."
They sat together for Merlin knew how long before Harry asked, "Does he know you're the father?"
Hysterical laughter bubbled up inside Ron and he could no longer contain himself. He had tears streaming down his face and couldn't breathe.
Until that moment he hadn't put all the pieces together.
"Harry," Ron said when he finally regained his composure, "I'm pregnant and Draco's the father."
Harry's eyebrows shot to his hairline, his eyes wide like a house-elf's. "But he's pregnant."
"We, er," Ron wasn't really sure he wanted to explain in detail but it seemed necessary to say, "switched."
They stared at each other.
"Are you sure he's the father?"
"I haven't been with anyone else since then, not like that. He's the only one it could be."
Harry frowned. "His could be someone else's."
Ron shrugged. "It's possible."
"I'll talk to Pansy, see what she knows."
Six hours later....
"Weasley?"
Ron stumbled to the living room. He'd just fallen asleep and now he was hearing voices in his Floo.
"It's past midnight, Malfoy, can this wait?"
Malfoy gasped and Ron belatedly pulled his robe tightly around his waist to cover his very-small-but-noticeable-to-anyone-who'd-seen-him-naked-in-the-past baby bump.
"It's true then."
Ron sighed. "Just come on through."
He sat down on the sofa and watched Malfoy tumble out of the Floo a lot less smoothly than he expected.
"My magic's a bit," he said, waving his arm vaguely, "off."
"Same." Ron nodded and gestured toward the sofa. "Have a seat."
Malfoy sat in the far corner looking as if he didn't want to get comfortable. "Pansy tells me that you're expecting a child."
"Your child," Ron said, tiredly.
"Are you certain?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Ron nodded again. "What about you?"
Malfoy pursed his lips. "My due date is November—"
"Twenty-fourth," Ron finished, more certain than ever. "Is there anyone else who could be the father?"
Malfoy shook his head tightly.
Ron began laughing. It was that or cry.
"What's so funny, Weasley?" Malfoy hissed.
"Do you think they'll be considered fraternal twins?" he asked and kept laughing till his sides ached.
"Pull yourself together, Weasley," Malfoy said after Ron had caught his breath again.
"Don't you think you should call me Ron?" Ron stood up and held out a hand. "My back's killing me so I'm going to bed. You're welcome to come with."
Draco looked from his hand to Ron's face, clearly conflicted. "Just like that?"
"We're having each other's babies, might as well give it a go." Ron's lips twitched. "We know we get along in bed if nothing else."
Draco stood and smirked. "I don't remember a bed."
"I've got a big one just through there," Ron said with a grin, taking Draco's hand and pulling him down the corridor.
Six months later....
Ron looked down at the pink bundle in his arms, admiring the tuft of red hair peeking out.
"You can name our daughter and I'll name our son," Draco said from the other bed in their shared hospital room, another bundle in his arms, this one swaddled in blue with fine white-blond hair.
Ron looked down at the baby he'd carried. "Rose."
"Scorpius," Draco announced.
Ron cocked his head. "Scorpius?"
Draco nodded. "Scorpius."
Well, at least it was better than Lucius. "All right."
Author/Artist: torino10154
Pairing(s): Ron/Draco, Harry/Pansy side pairing
Prompt: S4: After the 8th year. He meets him for a drink and they make love but they both end up pregnant at the same time.
Summary: Double the pleasure and double the fun makes double the trouble!
Word Count: ~1015
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Contains: Mpreg, humour, light angst
Notes: Thank you to S for the beta!! I hope the prompter enjoys. :)
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 and Parkinson," Ron said morosely into the bottom of his pint glass, sad to see it was empty.
"Is it so surprising?" Malfoy said with a sniff. "Pansy's got a lot to offer."
Ron turned and looked down the corridor to where Harry had disappeared with Parkinson, cringing when he heard Harry's very audible, "Oh, fuck!"
"It seems that way."
They sat in silence for several more minutes before Malfoy said, "I'm not sitting here while they have all the fun."
Ron lifted his head. Malfoy's cheeks were pink with drink, the heat of the club and, perhaps, something else.
"What do you have in mind?" He licked his lips and watched Malfoy's eyes widen.
"That." Draco stood and reached for his cloak. "You coming?"
"More than once, I hope," Ron murmured under his breath.
"You don't need to eat the Puking Pastilles if you want to leave early, little bro," George said, clapping Ron on the shoulder.
"Been feeling a bit off the last few days, that's all," Ron replied, though his stomach was rolling.
"Take the afternoon off." George reached into the drawer by the till for his mobile. "Makes me wonder if something isn't going around, though. Harry mentioned that Parkinson—" Here George paused and wrapped an arm around Ron's shoulders as their gossipy old Aunt Muriel might. "Can you believe that was more than a one-off? I can't." He then straightened up and finished normally, "—said that Malfoy had been sicking up for days."
Ron blinked. "Malfoy?"
"Yeah, poncy blond bloke. Reminds me of a ferret," George said, chuckling.
"I know who it is," Ron snapped.
"Get out of here and get some rest," George said, frowning. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Ron stood up, waves of nausea crashing over him, and dashed to the loo.
Fuck.
"Want a beer?" Harry said from the kitchen.
"Nah." Ron could feel Harry's eyes on him. "What?"
"You always want a beer." Harry sat down next to him on the sofa. "Your mum been nagging you? I know she thinks George has a drinking problem..."
Ron swallowed hard. He'd been doing everything he could to avoid facing reality. However, his trip to the medi-witch a fortnight before had confirmed his suspicion.
"That's not it." He brought his hands together, rubbing them nervously. If he said it out loud, he couldn't deny it any longer.
"Oh, good," Harry said, smiling. "I've got some wild news, though it's a bit of a secret. Pansy told me last night that Malfoy's pregnant. Can you believe it?"
Ron froze, felt the colour drain from his face, his heart pounding in his chest.
He watched the expression on Harry's face change from amusement to puzzlement to shock. "No," he whispered.
"Yes," Ron breathed out.
"Bloody hell."
They sat together for Merlin knew how long before Harry asked, "Does he know you're the father?"
Hysterical laughter bubbled up inside Ron and he could no longer contain himself. He had tears streaming down his face and couldn't breathe.
Until that moment he hadn't put all the pieces together.
"Harry," Ron said when he finally regained his composure, "I'm pregnant and Draco's the father."
Harry's eyebrows shot to his hairline, his eyes wide like a house-elf's. "But he's pregnant."
"We, er," Ron wasn't really sure he wanted to explain in detail but it seemed necessary to say, "switched."
They stared at each other.
"Are you sure he's the father?"
"I haven't been with anyone else since then, not like that. He's the only one it could be."
Harry frowned. "His could be someone else's."
Ron shrugged. "It's possible."
"I'll talk to Pansy, see what she knows."
"Weasley?"
Ron stumbled to the living room. He'd just fallen asleep and now he was hearing voices in his Floo.
"It's past midnight, Malfoy, can this wait?"
Malfoy gasped and Ron belatedly pulled his robe tightly around his waist to cover his very-small-but-noticeable-to-anyone-who'd-seen-him-naked-in-the-past baby bump.
"It's true then."
Ron sighed. "Just come on through."
He sat down on the sofa and watched Malfoy tumble out of the Floo a lot less smoothly than he expected.
"My magic's a bit," he said, waving his arm vaguely, "off."
"Same." Ron nodded and gestured toward the sofa. "Have a seat."
Malfoy sat in the far corner looking as if he didn't want to get comfortable. "Pansy tells me that you're expecting a child."
"Your child," Ron said, tiredly.
"Are you certain?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Ron nodded again. "What about you?"
Malfoy pursed his lips. "My due date is November—"
"Twenty-fourth," Ron finished, more certain than ever. "Is there anyone else who could be the father?"
Malfoy shook his head tightly.
Ron began laughing. It was that or cry.
"What's so funny, Weasley?" Malfoy hissed.
"Do you think they'll be considered fraternal twins?" he asked and kept laughing till his sides ached.
"Pull yourself together, Weasley," Malfoy said after Ron had caught his breath again.
"Don't you think you should call me Ron?" Ron stood up and held out a hand. "My back's killing me so I'm going to bed. You're welcome to come with."
Draco looked from his hand to Ron's face, clearly conflicted. "Just like that?"
"We're having each other's babies, might as well give it a go." Ron's lips twitched. "We know we get along in bed if nothing else."
Draco stood and smirked. "I don't remember a bed."
"I've got a big one just through there," Ron said with a grin, taking Draco's hand and pulling him down the corridor.
Ron looked down at the pink bundle in his arms, admiring the tuft of red hair peeking out.
"You can name our daughter and I'll name our son," Draco said from the other bed in their shared hospital room, another bundle in his arms, this one swaddled in blue with fine white-blond hair.
Ron looked down at the baby he'd carried. "Rose."
"Scorpius," Draco announced.
Ron cocked his head. "Scorpius?"
Draco nodded. "Scorpius."
Well, at least it was better than Lucius. "All right."
