Strange Seduction | By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 163157 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 23 |
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“You aren’t giving up the baby?” Hermione echoed in clear surprise. “I thought you were going to drop him off at St. Nicholas’s tomorrow,” she added gesturing to the pamphlet that she had brought with her to that and several other orphanages that were nearby.
Harry sighed some. “I know, but I changed my mind,” he said simply. He’d already decided not to tell Hermione or Ron or anyone really about his late night visitor that had told him quite clearly what would happen if he were to do that. He really didn’t want to be an incubator again. And the very idea of two at once made his whole lower body ache to just think about. It would probably kill him. Harry didn’t survive Voldemort and his lackeys eight times just to die from an incubus that had far too much interest in him. Until Harry could come up with some way to keep the bastard from getting in or laying another egg in his gut then he would do his best to stay on the asshole’s good side.
Hermione looked a bit skeptical but nodded. “Alright… then I guess you’ll need more things for him. And a name,” she said, still studying him as if he would suddenly declare it all a joke or something. Not that Harry could really blame her. Ever since that nightmare Harry had been adamant about not keeping the baby and now he’d apparently switched completely. At least from what she knew.
“A name for what?” Ron asked as he came into the room with a sandwich in his hand.
“Harry’s keeping the baby,” Hermione told him. Ron froze and his jaw dropped open.
“He’s what?”
“Ron, I don’t want to hear anything bad about it! Its Harry’s decision not yours. And we’re going to support him in this,” Hermione said firmly.
Ron’s eyes widened a little before he abruptly closed his mouth. “Right, I mean, of course we will, mate,” he said though Harry had the distinct impression that if his wife hadn’t been sitting right there Ron would have been a little less easy to convince. Still, Harry was glad to not be arguing with his best friend over this. Ron cleared his throat some and went to sit down next to Hermione on the couch. “So, um, what are you going to name him then?” he asked awkwardly.
Harry sighed a bit and shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I wasn’t really thinking of having any kids, you know,” he said.
Ron snorted a little. “Yeah, we know, Ginny was raving mad after you told her that,” he said blandly. “Made sure to complain to anyone who’d listen. Still thought she could change your mind though.”
Harry rolled his eyes. He knew that she had thought that. She’d tried damned near everything under the sun to change his mind but Harry was nothing if not stubborn. He hadn’t wanted kids. He still didn’t really feel ready for it. If it weren’t for the threat of more eggs looming over him, he wouldn’t be keeping this one. He just didn’t find himself to be psychologically healthy enough to be trying to raise kids. Plus, any kid he had would be the curiosity of the Daily Prophet and Witches Weekly and every other raggedy tabloid he had ever seen. The only one that might ignore it would be The Quibbler and Harry wasn’t even positive that they would ignore it.
“Well, now you have one, he’ll need a name,” Hermione said gently. “Isn’t there any name that you thought of giving a child? I mean, you couldn’t have always not wanted kids.”
Harry frowned a little as he thought. It was true. Up until his sixth year began he’d always just sort of assumed he’d have kids if he survived that long. It wasn’t until those brutal fights with Death Eaters and their insane dark lord that he’d changed his mind. Harry thought back to before all that. What would he have named a son if he’d kept just assuming he’d have one? It took him several moments but then the answer came to him. He almost smacked himself over how obvious it was. “James,” he stated after a second. “I’d have named him James.”
Hermione smiled a bit. “Well then, there we go. His name’ll be James,” she said. “Now we just need to get him more than three days of clothes. But me and Ron will handle that.”
“We will?” Ron asked.
“Yes, Ronald, we will,” Hermione said giving him a slight glare. “It’s not good to take a newborn outside for long and nobody’s around to babysit so Harry has to stay with him. So we’ll go get him more clothes. Besides, it’ll look less strange if we do it.”
Ron sighed a little but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I guess,” he muttered. Hermione nodded a bit and got up to head into the kitchen. “I’m just worried about what shopping for babies will bring up in your head,” Ron muttered before taking another bite of his sandwich.
Harry laughed a little. “What? You’re going to leave me to suffer being a parent all by myself?” Harry asked only half joking.
“Well, I was for a while,” Ron said moodily.
“Some friend you are,” Harry said lightly. A moment later, something occurred to the-boy-who-lived and his smile fell some. “How do you think Gin’s going to take this?” he asked awkwardly. Ginny was still a tender subject even after the break up and her remarriage to Dean Thomas.
Ron shrugged. “I don’t know. I think she’ll be a bit sore but I’m gonna let Mum handle that one,” he stated. “Gin’s been weird ever since the divorce…”
“Weird how?” Harry asked. He hadn’t spoken to Ginny more than a few brief words at family gatherings. Mostly a ‘hullo’ and ‘how have you been’ with the required answers. Ginny still seemed mad at him so Harry decided the best way to get through that was to ignore the situation entirely. It didn’t really deal with anything but it ensured no shouting matches in The Burrow’s garden.
“I don’t know. Kinda sour all the time,” Ron said. “It’s like you can’t say anything right to her. Only one who’ll talk to her anymore is Mum and Fleur… and I think Fleur is more just a listener to her rants than someone to talk to. She took your break up hard, mate.”
Harry sighed but nodded. “Yeah, I know. But we’re both too stubborn,” he said. Harry hadn’t wanted to have kids and Ginny hadn’t been willing to not have them. Neither had been willing to compromise and it had resulted in an implosion of their marriage. “At least she has Dean and the kids now though,” he added. Within only a few months of being married to Dean, Ginny had gotten what she wanted so Harry figured she’d return to her normal self sooner as opposed to later.
Ron nodded a little. “Yeah, I guess.” Hermione came back in with some cut up pieces of fruit on a plate. “When are you dragging me out to shop, ‘Mione?” Ron asked looking about as enthused as he sounded. Harry hid his smile behind the action of taking a drink of water. Though it was probably horrible of him he couldn’t help but find Ron’s clear distaste of his mandated assistance amusing.
“After lunch,” Hermione supplied without missing a beat.
Ron looked down at his empty plate and frowned. “Maybe I should make another sandwich…” Harry laughed even as Hermione gave Ron a light swat across his arm. Ron nodded. “Definitely need another sandwich. Or two. Maybe two,” he said as he got up from his seat to go back towards the kitchen.
Harry shook his head and leaned back against the couch. “I don’t know how you can afford to feed him, Hermione. I really don’t,” he said with a grin.
Hermione sighed. “Sometimes I want to ship him back to school so they can deal with him once and a while,” she muttered. “Or at least back to Molly…”
“I think she’d say it’s your turn, ‘mione,” Harry said.
Hermione frowned. “Yes, I suppose. Still… I don’t know where he fits it all…”
“I’ve wondered that since the first lunch on the train to school,” Harry said jokingly. “You’d be shocked with the amount of Pumpkin Pasties he ate. I can’t eat that many of them in a row if I tried.”
“Who would want to?” Hermione asked.
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