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Not Quite a Mistake	By : kelle611 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Rating:G

Warnings: mpreg

Word Count: 1500

Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling, no profit was made from this.

Notes: Written for prompt #17 at harrydracompreg, choosing a prenatal mediwizard. This is a bit of a continuation of my response to prompt 16, at the very least it’s in the same AU as Not Quite a Mistake. Should really be working on other stuff, but oh well.

Summary: If he’s going to have the baby, Draco’s going to be in full control of the situation, much to Harry’s chagrin.
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Harry woke to the sound of retching for the fourth morning in a row. Rolling out of bed, the brunet made his way into the bathroom. Kneeling beside his husband, Harry tried to wrap his arms around Draco’s shoulders only to be elbowed in the stomach.
“You did this to me,” Draco croaked as he let his head rest against the cool porcelain surface.
“Draco,” Harry murmured, “I think it’s time to go in to see a Healer. I’ll make an appointment with Mediwizard Jones.”
“I don’t want to see Jones,” the blond sneered, eyeing his husband out of the corner of his eye.
Frowning slightly, Harry ran a hand through Draco’s limp locks. Sighing when his hand was batted away, the brunet leaned against the sink and watched his husband pout for a moment. “I thought we had decided on Jones when I was trying to get pregnant.”
“No,” Draco said as he finally pushed himself away from the toilet, “You wanted Jones, I agreed so you wouldn’t throw a fit. I don’t like him, he looks at me like I’m scum. I’m fairly certain he wants to bugger you as well.”
“He doesn’t want to bugger me,” Harry sighed, “If I remember correctly he’s married to a woman.”
“Still looks at me like I’m scum,” Draco sneered, flushing the toilet and reaching for a a glass of water sitting on the counter, “You don’t deny that. I don’t want him as my Healer.”
“Alright,” Harry conceded, “Who do you want to go see?”
“I don’t know,” Draco sniffed, “I’ll have to look around for someone worthy enough to treat me.”
Rolling his eyes, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist. “I’m sure we can find someone up to your standards.”
“I have very high standards,” the blond smirked, leaning back against his husband.
“Put up with me, don’t you?”
“Mm, yes, yes I do,” Draco hummed, “But I’ve trained you so well to do my bidding.”
“I’m not a dog,” Harry grumbled.
“Of course not,” the blond cooed, patting Harry’s cheek, “You’re so much better than any dog. You cook for me, a dog can’t do that.”
“You’re lucky I love you.”
Snickering, Draco turned around and gave Harry a quick peck on the lips before breaking out of his grip. “Come,” the blond commanded, patting his leg slightly as he walked out of the bathroom.
Grumbling under his breath, Harry reluctantly followed the blond back into their bedroom. While he was ecstatic about Draco’s pregnancy, he was less than pleased about the increased snark that was being thrown his way. It almost seemed like Draco had decided to punish him for the failed contraception charm. The blond was still fixated on the possibility of stretch marks and the appearance of morning sickness had resulted in an increase of good natured yet annoying teasing. Harry had a feeling he was going to be referred to a dog and commanded as such for quite a while given the blond’s current mood.
Watching Draco pick through his wardrobe, Harry couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father, that his child was currently growing within his husband. He couldn’t wait until Draco began to show, until his stomach swelled with the proof of their union. Mostly he wanted to rub it in Lucius’ face, the head of the Malfoy family had been less than thrilled about their marriage and a downright arse when he found out that Harry was going to be the one carrying their child. One too many remarks about how Malfoys never lowered themselves to submit to the indignity of child bearing had left Harry feeling rather volatile towards the elder blond.
“What are you smirking about?” Draco asked, eyeing Harry wearily as he pulled on a pale blue outer robe.
“The look on your father’s face when we told him you were pregnant,” Harry admitted, his smirk deepening as he remembered just how pale Lucius had gone.
Rolling his eyes, Draco approached his husband and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. “It served him right after how he spoke to you,” the blond admitted, “I still think it was a bit inappropriate to inform him that it had taken several enthusiastic tries. At least Mother found it funny.”
“Come on,” Harry said as he pecked Draco on the lips, “Let’s get some breakfast into you.”
“I want fruit,” the blond said, perking up considerably.
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“Alright,” Harry said slowly, crossing yet another name off the list in front of him, “What about Healer McCormic?”
“She smells like baby powder,” Draco sniffed.
“So?”
“I don’t want my Healer to smell anything other than perfect.”
“Draco,” Harry sighed, “That is not a reason to reject her. She’s extremely well qualified and highly recommended.”
“I don’t care,” the blond sneered, “I will only accept perfection.”
“Fine,” Harry said, “What about Mediwitch Smith?”
“No,” Draco immediately dismissed, “She tended to Granger and the weasel.”
“Draco,” the brunet groaned, “Will you stop referring to Ron and Hermione like that?”
Draco just leveled his husband with a flat look. “Fine, Granger and the idiot. I still can’t believe he took her name, though I suppose there are enough Weasleys running around that they can afford to lose a few.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Harry took a few deep breaths. Deciding he’d rather not push the issue right then, he turned his attention back to the list. “Why can’t we use Smith because she was Hermione’s Mediwitch?”
“Because,” Draco said with an air of obviousness, “I am not going to have her comparing me to them. Everyone knows of your connection, she’ll be comparing us and if I get bigger than Hermione did I will not have someone with the full knowledge of that judging me.”
“You have to be kidding me,” Harry grumbled, “You’re objecting to her because she knows how big Hermione got?”
“Yes.”
“What if you stay smaller than Hermione?” Harry tried.
“I will not take that chance,” Draco sneered, “This child has your genetics, it may have your luck and ability to torment me as well.”
“Fine, so Smith is out,” Harry grumbled, crossing out her name, “What about Healer Clarke?”
“Hmm,” Draco hummed, gazing off to the side speculatively, “I suppose he’s a possibility. He’s qualified, doesn’t treat me differently, and doesn’t want to bend you over... Put him on the maybe list.”
“Draco, he’s the only option so far, what could you possibly object to?” Harry asked, an edge of desperation in his voice as he glanced at the list of thirty crossed off names.
“He has boring hair.”
“...” the brunet stared at his husband dumbly, “You’re objecting to his hair?”
“I require the best,” Draco insisted.
“Draco, you put up with my hair, how is his worse?”
“That’s why he’s a maybe,” the blond dismissed, “Now who else do we have?”
“Mediwizard Bailey.”
“Too young, he could mess up and hurt our baby.”
“Khan.”
“Sounds like an invading barbarian.”
“You are not eliminating someone based on how their name sounds,” Harry said bluntly.
“Fine,” Draco huffed, trying to think of a different reason to eliminate the man. “...um...oh fine! Put him on the maybe list and stop smirking at me.”
“Cook.”
“Oh, I liked her,” Draco admitted.
“You did?” Harry perked up considerably, “So will we go with her?”
“I don’t know,” the blond sighed, one hand coming down to rub his stomach absently, “Maybe we should consider the rest of them some more...”
“Draco, what are the odds of you liking anyone else?”
“I see your point,” Draco huffed, “I just don’t want to rush and choose the wrong person.”
“Love, what’s this really about?” Harry murmured, reaching over to take hold of the blond’s hand.
“What if I choose wrong?” Draco asked as he bit his lip, “What if they hurt my baby?”
“Then we kill them and hide the body,” Harry joked, only to frown when he saw the real concern in his husband’s eyes. “Draco, nothing is going to happen to them, we’ll do everything in our power to protect them and make sure they are perfectly healthy. The fact that you’re this concerned is good, you won’t let whoever we choose do something wrong, you’ll destroy them if they even falter for a second.”
Looking away Draco chewed on his lip for a moment. “I like Cook,” he admitted, “We should go with her.”
“It will be fine,” Harry insisted, “Just watch, we’ll be model parents and our child will be perfect.”
“Of course they will be!” Draco huffed, “They’ll be a Malfoy after all.”
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