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One Month At A Time	By : Kya Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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On the day of what Harry estimated was the five month mark of “Lexx’s” pregnancy, the brunette found his breakfast being interrupted by his best friend, the red head barging through the Floo. He noted that Ron was carrying a large envelope in one hand, as well as a roll of parchment in the other. He was also clad in a pair of tattered, faded, and well used boxer shorts.

“Pictures!” Ron forced out, waving the items in his hands. “It has to be!”

“Good morning to you too,” Harry said calmly. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Harry!”

“Well, have you read it yet?” When Ron shook his head, the dark haired male groaned, taking another bite of bacon.

“Sit,” he said with a roll of his eyes, motioning for the other male to sit down at the table with him. Ron sat quickly, and quietly, as Harry calmly folded up his newspaper and tucked it under his half finished plate of food.

“Well, open it,” he said. “I have to leave in a hour, and I haven’t even finished eating.” Ron flushed, suddenly aware of how early it was, and reminding himself that his best friend had a life outside him. He fumbled with the parchment, breaking the crude wax seal and quickly reading. Blue eyes went wide.

“He wants three Galleons!”

“Done,” Harry nodded, having already expected such a response.

“He agreed to St. Mungo’s, but didn’t think me. We’re being generous!”

“We figured he would be greedy and stuck up,” Harry reminded him. He lifted an eyebrow when Ron suddenly went pale, absently pushing his plate towards his friend. The red head ignored the actions, dropping the letter and tearing into the sealed envelope rather quickly.

“Ron...”

“Holy shit...”

“What?” Ron thrust the piece of thick paper across the table. It took Harry only a few moments to realize what he was looking at. There on the magical paper was the inside of “Lexx’s” womb. And moving within the fluid was not one, but two five month old, half developed fetuses.

“Twins...” he breathed.

“Twins!” Ron cried.

At the sixth month mark, Ron was doing his best to return all of his mother’s letters, complete with answers. The amount of questions the woman had was rather amazing, though most of them made Ron tilt his head and life an eyebrow in confusion.

“She should know all the answers to most of these,” he grumbled. “She’s been pregnant enough times!” Harry just laughed, organizing the letters into piles and sorting them by the date they had been sent.

“I guess it’s a little different.” Ron continued, not bothering to ask his friend’s opinion. “I mean, this is a male pregnancy.” Harry nodded, eyeing the pile of letters.

“How many?”

“Fifty seven,” was Harry’s response. He moved himself from the kitchen table to the couch, lowering his body gently and groaning as his muscles protested the movement.

“You could have gotten healed before coming over, you know,” Ron chided him. “You can barely move your fingers!” Harry glanced down at his bruised right wrist, attempting to wiggle his fingers through a wince of pain.

“Comes with the job,” he shrugged. “At least it isn’t broken this time. Though it’s a shame that it’s my wand hand again.”

“I could fire call Hermione...”

“No!” Both men jumped at the loud voice, and Harry flushed at his outburst.

“The old lady in the flat next to mine is a retired healer,” he said quickly. “I’ll have her fix me when I get home. She likes having a ‘handsome young man’ in her living room all the time, anyways.”

“You’re going to have to tell everyone what you do for a living some day,” Ron said with a sigh. He moved the stack of letters into the living room and dropped them on Harry’s lap.

“Yeah, one day. Until I’m ready, I’m glad the select few who know have been spelled into keeping the secret.” Ron rolled his eyes and pulled a thin, hard cover book from his book shelf, making sure it would serve as a decent writing surface. Ink, parchment, and a quill were set on the small table beside his favourite arm chair, the red head making sure he had everything he would need before he settled himself, getting comfortable and nodding at Harry.

“Have you thought of any names?” Harry read from the first letter, simply skimming for questions as Ron had already read the letters many times.

“Not yet,” Ron said as he wrote. “Bought a book of names though, and I look through it all the time. Nothing really stands out.” It was a half truth, Harry knew, Ron really had gotten a book of baby names, but he had yet to untie the ribbon that held it closed, let alone actually read through it.

“Do you know the gender yet?”

“Not yet, haven’t gotten the sixth month photo yet, though.” More questions were answered, most of the answers being complete lies as Ron didn’t dare ask “Lexx” any more than he honestly had to.

“Sore nipples?” Harry lifted an eyebrow. “Really?” Ron snorted and scribbled an answer that was most likely a negative.

“I have a feeling your mum is still trying to pretend that “Lexx” is a really flat chested girl,” he laughed, tossing yet another crumpled letter into the fire.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s telling everyone that too” Ron snickered. “She always calls “Lexx” by name, not by he or she.” The continued to joke back and forth as Ron finished the letter as quickly as possible. He had just re-dipped his quill one final time when a letter shot through the window, upsetting a picture as it connected with the wall opposite the kitchen.

“That’s from him,” Ron said without looking up, though he replaced his quill in the ink pot.

“How do you know?” Harry used his good hand to push himself up off the couch, moving to pick up the flat envelope that had sailed through the room.

“He’s been sending letters demanding more money,” Ron replied with a shrug. “His owls have started simply winging the letters into the kitchen window, which is why I’ve started leaving it open all the time. It’s also why I don’t keep anything really breakable anywhere, but they’ve started throwing harder, apparently. Who knew owls could do that. Besides, it’s day one of month six, time for pictures.” Harry stared at the envelope for several moments, as though considering something, before he heaved a large sigh and thrust it towards his friend.

“That’s what you get for having only one working hand,” Ron teased, ripping into the envelope without much attention. “You could have seen the twins first, but there’s only so much you can do when you’re one handed!” There was much squinting as Ron turned the picture this way and that, trying to make sense of the moving picture.

“Penis?” Harry asked. “Or a vagina?”

“Can’t tell,” Ron sighed, returning the picture to Harry. Green eyes squinted as well before he laughed and thrust the picture back. Written in tiny writing at the top of the picture were six very important words.

Baby A: Boy

Baby B: Boy
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