HP/DM: All This And Heaven, Too Ch. 5
Story Title: All This and Heaven Too
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
See chapter one for rating, warnings and disclaimer.
Author’s notes: This is unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Chapter One
Chapter Five
Prompt: Nurse Back to Health
Word Count: ~1310
“Now don’t forget, Harry, as soon as you get to work, you’ll need to drink two glasses of water or juice in the morning and another glass in the afternoon. And no coffee! You don’t take care of yourself enough.”
The afternoon after Draco came home, he awoke with the full weight of Harry’s last words floating through his head.
“I’m not leaving you, you fool. I’m pregnant.”
Draco had immediately taken action by supervising Harry’s every movement and morsel of food. He had threatened more than once that if he needed to nurse Harry back to health by tying him down to the bed, then he would do it. He needed to make sure that his husband and the baby were in the best of health. At the time, Harry thought it was endearing, but there were times like now that he wondered if Draco took this too far.
“Now, don’t forget to have at least three portions of vegetables today. I found an interesting spell last night that let’s me see what your blood count is. Don’t worry; it won’t affect the baby. I’ve double-checked that.”
Harry nodded and continued getting ready for work.
“You’ve been missing some vital nutrients and I worry that you’ll have another fainting episode. Then when you come home, you’ll need to take you energy booster and vitamin potions…”
Draco continued blathering on as he looked at his sleek, black personal digital assistant, scrolling through the list as he read it off. He had somehow justified to himself and to Harry the need for the Muggle device as he now had too many things to keep in his head. Harry knew that’s what Draco needed to do whenever he was overwhelmed with a situation-dissect and categorize it.
“That reminds me, Harry, I’ve talked to Kingsley for you. I think you should be assigned more desk duty for the upcoming year. He agreed, although he said you already had talked to your supervisor about it. Maybe you should take the year off, or the next several years off, and concentrate on raising the baby. Hmm… I’ll talk to father about reducing my own schedule. I would hate to have you sacrifice your career completely….”
Harry nodded again and managed to hum a sound that sounded affirmative.
Harry decided that this pregnancy was going to be the death of him! It consumed Draco’s every waking moment and Harry secretly wondered how his husband got any work done with all the planning, schedules, menu creations he was doing. That didn’t include the owl posts and phone calls to Harry he managed throughout the day. Harry was certain that if he weren’t part owner, and his son, Lucius would have fired Draco long ago.
“Oh, back to your nutritional intake-I’ve already told Binny what our dietary needs will be for the next year. This way…”
Harry nodded again without hearing Draco. He had just finished bathing and was putting on his clothes when Draco had confronted him with his ‘daily list’ to remind Harry that yes, he was still pregnant, and yes, he needed to continue to take care of himself.
Putting his watch on, Harry sighed as he looked at the date. It was September the thirtieth. Did he really have six and half months more of this before the baby was born? At this rate, Draco was going to have an aneurism from all the pressure building up inside of him.
“Harry were you listening to me!” Draco shouted.
Harry looked up, and saw Draco glaring at him. Draco’s Muggle PDA was flashing a florescent green light. For a brief moment, Harry watched the light blink on and off his husband’s face. It gave Draco an ethereal beauty. He looked like an angel.
Shaking his head to stop the thought from continuing, Harry smiled at Draco. Merlin bless Draco for obsessive behavior. he thought.
“Yes, Draco, I was listening. Let’s see, you mentioned water, juice, vegetables, vitamins, energy boosters, time off from work, and less stress. Anything else?”
Harry came over to where Draco was standing and wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist. He didn’t like it when Draco got upset. Draco’s worry manifested itself in Harry’s stomach creating that whole clenching and nausea thing.
Draco rolled his eyes, but relaxed and snuggled closer to Harry. He leaned in and kissed the side of Harry’s neck. His voice was soft and petulant, like a child in trouble.
“I worry about you and now that we’re going to have a baby, I can’t help but want to make sure everything goes as well as it can. You fainted when I wasn’t here for you. Hermione had to summon healers and everything for you. I should have been the person doing that instead of her.
“I can see that I’m getting a little irrational.”
Harry had to keep from snorting at that and covered with the sound of a cough. Luckily, Draco ignored it and continued.
“I don’t like it when you don’t take care of yourself. I feel that that’s my job. So, maybe I get a little carried away. I want to make certain you’re in perfect health. Just indulge me, please.” Draco’s head was so low, he was practically talking into his chest, but Harry still heard it.
Harry knew he’d have to placate Draco until he felt more comfortable with all of this. Heavens knew he still needed time and a little extra peace of mind didn’t hurt anyone.
“Draco, just send me a list with what you want me to do and I’ll see that it gets done. Will that work?”
Draco pulled back and nodded.
“I’ll go find a quill and parchment. You’ll have an owl before ten o’clock,” Draco said as he walked out the room with a determined look on his face. Harry knew Draco just needed a little reassurance. It would all work out.
----- - ----- - ----- - ----- - -----
Harry was just putting his traveling cloak up when Ron burst through his office door. He could see his friend’s face was a bit sweaty, but he looked pretty happy.
“Did you get it?” Harry asked as he reached out one of his hands. With the other, he brought the hot mug of coffee to his lips and blew on the black liquid before taking a sip. He could feel his mouth already watering at what he hoped Ron was carrying.
“Yeah, Mom said she understand how it goes… first baby, nervous husband and all. Just don’t tell Hermione, though. I’m sure she’d go straight to Draco if she knew what you were up to,” Ron said as he pulled a small bag out of his robe’s pocket and enlarged it with a whispered spell.
As the package blossomed, the smell of warm pastries filled the room. Harry snatched the bag from Ron’s hand, hearing a minor yelp from his friend at the rude behavior, but he found he couldn’t help himself. He had to swallow a couple of times to keep the drool from spilling out of his mouth. How he loved a good treacle tart. Mrs. Weasley’s were nothing short of perfection, mini pastries that practically melted in your mouth.
Before he even realized it, he already had one of the lemon, sticky treats in his mouth. If this wasn’t what ambrosia tasted like, then he didn’t have a clue.
“Hey! Save some for me,” Ron attempted to snatch the bag back, but Harry’s quicker reflexes pulled the bag out of arms reach just in the nick of time.
“Not on your life. Get your own, Ron,” Harry said after he took another sip of coffee.
Draco’s owl was due any minute. If he had to suffer Draco’s regime the rest of the day, Harry was going to make certain he got to indulge the morning.
Chapter Six
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
See chapter one for rating, warnings and disclaimer.
Author’s notes: This is unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Chapter One
Chapter Five
Prompt: Nurse Back to Health
Word Count: ~1310
“Now don’t forget, Harry, as soon as you get to work, you’ll need to drink two glasses of water or juice in the morning and another glass in the afternoon. And no coffee! You don’t take care of yourself enough.”
The afternoon after Draco came home, he awoke with the full weight of Harry’s last words floating through his head.
“I’m not leaving you, you fool. I’m pregnant.”
Draco had immediately taken action by supervising Harry’s every movement and morsel of food. He had threatened more than once that if he needed to nurse Harry back to health by tying him down to the bed, then he would do it. He needed to make sure that his husband and the baby were in the best of health. At the time, Harry thought it was endearing, but there were times like now that he wondered if Draco took this too far.
“Now, don’t forget to have at least three portions of vegetables today. I found an interesting spell last night that let’s me see what your blood count is. Don’t worry; it won’t affect the baby. I’ve double-checked that.”
Harry nodded and continued getting ready for work.
“You’ve been missing some vital nutrients and I worry that you’ll have another fainting episode. Then when you come home, you’ll need to take you energy booster and vitamin potions…”
Draco continued blathering on as he looked at his sleek, black personal digital assistant, scrolling through the list as he read it off. He had somehow justified to himself and to Harry the need for the Muggle device as he now had too many things to keep in his head. Harry knew that’s what Draco needed to do whenever he was overwhelmed with a situation-dissect and categorize it.
“That reminds me, Harry, I’ve talked to Kingsley for you. I think you should be assigned more desk duty for the upcoming year. He agreed, although he said you already had talked to your supervisor about it. Maybe you should take the year off, or the next several years off, and concentrate on raising the baby. Hmm… I’ll talk to father about reducing my own schedule. I would hate to have you sacrifice your career completely….”
Harry nodded again and managed to hum a sound that sounded affirmative.
Harry decided that this pregnancy was going to be the death of him! It consumed Draco’s every waking moment and Harry secretly wondered how his husband got any work done with all the planning, schedules, menu creations he was doing. That didn’t include the owl posts and phone calls to Harry he managed throughout the day. Harry was certain that if he weren’t part owner, and his son, Lucius would have fired Draco long ago.
“Oh, back to your nutritional intake-I’ve already told Binny what our dietary needs will be for the next year. This way…”
Harry nodded again without hearing Draco. He had just finished bathing and was putting on his clothes when Draco had confronted him with his ‘daily list’ to remind Harry that yes, he was still pregnant, and yes, he needed to continue to take care of himself.
Putting his watch on, Harry sighed as he looked at the date. It was September the thirtieth. Did he really have six and half months more of this before the baby was born? At this rate, Draco was going to have an aneurism from all the pressure building up inside of him.
“Harry were you listening to me!” Draco shouted.
Harry looked up, and saw Draco glaring at him. Draco’s Muggle PDA was flashing a florescent green light. For a brief moment, Harry watched the light blink on and off his husband’s face. It gave Draco an ethereal beauty. He looked like an angel.
Shaking his head to stop the thought from continuing, Harry smiled at Draco. Merlin bless Draco for obsessive behavior. he thought.
“Yes, Draco, I was listening. Let’s see, you mentioned water, juice, vegetables, vitamins, energy boosters, time off from work, and less stress. Anything else?”
Harry came over to where Draco was standing and wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist. He didn’t like it when Draco got upset. Draco’s worry manifested itself in Harry’s stomach creating that whole clenching and nausea thing.
Draco rolled his eyes, but relaxed and snuggled closer to Harry. He leaned in and kissed the side of Harry’s neck. His voice was soft and petulant, like a child in trouble.
“I worry about you and now that we’re going to have a baby, I can’t help but want to make sure everything goes as well as it can. You fainted when I wasn’t here for you. Hermione had to summon healers and everything for you. I should have been the person doing that instead of her.
“I can see that I’m getting a little irrational.”
Harry had to keep from snorting at that and covered with the sound of a cough. Luckily, Draco ignored it and continued.
“I don’t like it when you don’t take care of yourself. I feel that that’s my job. So, maybe I get a little carried away. I want to make certain you’re in perfect health. Just indulge me, please.” Draco’s head was so low, he was practically talking into his chest, but Harry still heard it.
Harry knew he’d have to placate Draco until he felt more comfortable with all of this. Heavens knew he still needed time and a little extra peace of mind didn’t hurt anyone.
“Draco, just send me a list with what you want me to do and I’ll see that it gets done. Will that work?”
Draco pulled back and nodded.
“I’ll go find a quill and parchment. You’ll have an owl before ten o’clock,” Draco said as he walked out the room with a determined look on his face. Harry knew Draco just needed a little reassurance. It would all work out.
----- - ----- - ----- - ----- - -----
Harry was just putting his traveling cloak up when Ron burst through his office door. He could see his friend’s face was a bit sweaty, but he looked pretty happy.
“Did you get it?” Harry asked as he reached out one of his hands. With the other, he brought the hot mug of coffee to his lips and blew on the black liquid before taking a sip. He could feel his mouth already watering at what he hoped Ron was carrying.
“Yeah, Mom said she understand how it goes… first baby, nervous husband and all. Just don’t tell Hermione, though. I’m sure she’d go straight to Draco if she knew what you were up to,” Ron said as he pulled a small bag out of his robe’s pocket and enlarged it with a whispered spell.
As the package blossomed, the smell of warm pastries filled the room. Harry snatched the bag from Ron’s hand, hearing a minor yelp from his friend at the rude behavior, but he found he couldn’t help himself. He had to swallow a couple of times to keep the drool from spilling out of his mouth. How he loved a good treacle tart. Mrs. Weasley’s were nothing short of perfection, mini pastries that practically melted in your mouth.
Before he even realized it, he already had one of the lemon, sticky treats in his mouth. If this wasn’t what ambrosia tasted like, then he didn’t have a clue.
“Hey! Save some for me,” Ron attempted to snatch the bag back, but Harry’s quicker reflexes pulled the bag out of arms reach just in the nick of time.
“Not on your life. Get your own, Ron,” Harry said after he took another sip of coffee.
Draco’s owl was due any minute. If he had to suffer Draco’s regime the rest of the day, Harry was going to make certain he got to indulge the morning.
Chapter Six