Love and Babies
Fandom- Harry Potter
Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers, No copyright infringement intended
Title- Love and Babies
Beta- None.
Pairing- Harry/Draco
Rating- G
Word Count- No idea
Status- Completed
Warning - None
Note- This is my first fic so please be kind!
He wondered whether this was love. He concluded it must be, because there was no other way. There was no other way, that he, Draco Malfoy, was reduced to doing this.
He was holding the second born of the Weasel. He was standing in the Maternity section in St. Mungo's, holding a... Well at least the place was clean, more than what could be said for the Weasel's home.
He was sure that there was still something, something nasty and acrid and "all fluid from the mother's body" on the creature, that they told him was a baby.
He had thought that babies were supposed to be cute. This thing in his arms certainly wasn't. Cute, that was. It's face was all wrinkled, and screwn up and horrible. There was no hair to speak of, and even though he grudgingly admitted that at least it was all there, he did not like this baby business and wanted to get away as fast as posible from this place. This place that smelt like disinfectant and sweat, and babies.
He looked up at Harry, standing behind him, and gave a half hearted sort of grin, hoping to convince him of his love for the baby.
Harry bent down and whispered in his ear, a beatific smile lighting up his face, "I can't wait for when we have some of our own Draco!"
Fin
Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers, No copyright infringement intended
Title- Love and Babies
Beta- None.
Pairing- Harry/Draco
Rating- G
Word Count- No idea
Status- Completed
Warning - None
Note- This is my first fic so please be kind!
He wondered whether this was love. He concluded it must be, because there was no other way. There was no other way, that he, Draco Malfoy, was reduced to doing this.
He was holding the second born of the Weasel. He was standing in the Maternity section in St. Mungo's, holding a... Well at least the place was clean, more than what could be said for the Weasel's home.
He was sure that there was still something, something nasty and acrid and "all fluid from the mother's body" on the creature, that they told him was a baby.
He had thought that babies were supposed to be cute. This thing in his arms certainly wasn't. Cute, that was. It's face was all wrinkled, and screwn up and horrible. There was no hair to speak of, and even though he grudgingly admitted that at least it was all there, he did not like this baby business and wanted to get away as fast as posible from this place. This place that smelt like disinfectant and sweat, and babies.
He looked up at Harry, standing behind him, and gave a half hearted sort of grin, hoping to convince him of his love for the baby.
Harry bent down and whispered in his ear, a beatific smile lighting up his face, "I can't wait for when we have some of our own Draco!"
Fin