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nursedarry) wrote2009-06-17 05:21 am
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enchanted_jae and recs!
Title: Planned Parenthood
Rating: PG (just in case)
Pairing: H/D, Molly/Arthur
Word Count: 1152
Warnings: Reference to past mpreg
Disclaimer:Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this fiction.
Summary: Harry & Draco get a little help from some friends. Pure fluff.
A/N: This is BIRTHDAY FIC forenchanted_jae. I’ve used a couple of your prompts and hope you like this. Your fic has kept me going and you’re a great and supportive friend! Thanks to my partners in crime noeon and fairy_mischief for cleaning up the baby spit-up. And btw, the conversation at the start of this story is taken directly from one my husband and I have on a regular basis.
“Don’t worry, dears,” Molly said with an amused smile, looking from one man to the other. “You’ll do fine.”
Harry was unconvinced. “Look at him, Molly,” he said, tilting his head in the direction of his husband, who was sitting somewhat gloomily at the kitchen table. “Does he look fine to you?”
Draco bristled at this. “I’ll manage,” he barked. “No thanks to you.” He shovelled some more home-made pear and raspberry gunk into his son’s mouth. “If you hadn’t wanted kids in the first place…”
“Oi,” cried Harry, who was similarly occupied with their other son on the floor next to the coffee table. “You wanted kids, too!”
“Not all at once!”
“Don’t you dare try to blame this on me,” Harry warned, waving the little spoon and its messy contents haphazardly. “I didn’t do this on purpose!”
Draco just shook his head and looked sceptical.
“There, there Harry, dear. You couldn’t possibly have; it just happens,” Molly set down a mug of coffee on the table next to Harry.
With another sneer at Draco, Harry said “He knows that. Hermione pretty much visited us every day explaining how identical twins are conceived. C’mon, Lucas, please try some of this.” The nine-month-old wasn’t having any of it and resolutely turned his little face away.
“At least that was slightly better than what she had been nagging us with since Seventh Year…” Draco said under his breath. He was having more success feeding baby Jamie, who at least was taking small mouthfuls of the stuff.
“What was that, dear?” Molly asked, setting down a cup of tea next to Draco.
“Draco means that hearing Hermione’s lectures about twins was only a slight improvement over her lectures about birth control,” Harry said innocently.
“Potter!” Draco shouted and Jamie’s eyes went wide as he dribbled red gunk down his chin. “I don’t think that’s anything we need to be discussing with-”
“Oh, quite all right, dear,” Molly said, sitting down next to Harry and taking over feeding-duty. “Arthur and I could tell you a few stories of our own when it comes to that.”
Draco glared at Harry and then quickly changed the look to one of pleading in hopes that the Harry could derail Mrs Weasley’s current train of thought.
“Are you going to eat for Molly like a good boy, Lucas?” Harry asked and Molly quickly re-focused her thoughts on the baby and the spoon.
“Draco,” she asked. “How is your mother enjoying being a granny?” Molly picked up baby Lucas. Harry sat down heavily onto the sofa.
Harry snorted before Draco could open his mouth. “Both of his parents have turned into complete marshmallows. If I’d have known the way to turn Death Eaters into teddy bears was by giving them grandchildren, I’d’ve used it as a strategy in the War.”
Molly laughed, Draco sneered, Lucas started crying, and Jamie just giggled.
“Hello all!” shouted a cheerful voice from outside the kitchen door. Arthur Weasley came in and hung up his hat and jacket. “I see we have a full house again!”
“Yes, dear.” Molly smiled at him as he leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek. “Sit down and help out, if you don’t mind. Give the daddies a chance to have some breakfast.”
Arthur sat down at the kitchen table and made a show of rolling up his sleeves. Draco gratefully handed over spoon, food, and cloth to him before getting up and transplanting himself onto the sofa next to his husband.
“You’ve got the easy one, today,” Molly called to Arthur. The babies usually took it in turns to be fussy.
Draco slumped against Harry, who surreptitiously ran his finger up and down the blond’s arm.
“This sure brings back memories, doesn’t it, Molly?” Arthur asked as he shovelled some more food into Jamie. “I remember when Fred and George were this small. Of course, we had some help from the older boys.”
“Arthur, we were just talking about birth control. Remember our attempts at that?” Molly said conversationally from the sitting room floor. Lucas had grabbed the spoon and was now covered in pear and raspberry.
Draco whispered, “Oh dear gods,” so quietly that Harry barely heard it.
“Oh Merlin, do I? You see, boys, we were planning to stop after Charlie.” Harry and Draco looked at each other and then disbelievingly at the Weasleys.
“You what?” Harry finally managed to say.
“Oh yes, it’s true,” confirmed Molly, slowly wiping off Lucas’ arm and hand and hair and shirt. Somehow the baby had managed to get food everywhere but into his mouth or onto his bib.
He’s definitely inherited Harry’s manners, Draco observed in an aside to Harry.
Molly continued, “But we found out that I’m immune to Magical Contraception Spells. I got tested at St Mungo’s and everything.”
“Yes, that was after the twins were born,” Arthur elaborated. “We thought Percy might have just been the result of us not casting the spells properly.”
Harry was really hoping he’d be able to keep from spilling coffee all over himself, either from trying not to laugh, or through his shifting around from pure embarrassment. Draco was now pinching his thigh somewhat painfully, obviously trying to get Harry to stop the narrative coming from the fecund couple.
Molly gave up with the feeding and gave Lucas a bottle. He gulped happily. “That’s when Arthur came up with the idea of trying Muggle contraceptives.”
The boys turned their heads to the table again- this whole conversation was becoming something close to watching a morbid tennis match.
“Yup, the one that sounded the most reliable was that Pill thing that was so popular. You know it’s got those hormonish things in it? We tried different ones for years and they obviously didn’t work either! I guess I’m just too much of a stallion.” Arthur guffawed.
“T.M.I.,” Draco ground through his teeth and this time Harry did spew his coffee, an image mirrored by little Lucas. Harry grabbed Draco’s hand to keep him from bruising the remainder of his thigh with the incessant pinching.
“Pshaw!” Molly scoffed. “I’m sure you were just taking them wrong. Either that or you weren’t taking them at all and just told me you were.”
For the second time in less than a minute, Harry spewed coffee all over himself. “Er…what?”
Molly turned to him, cleaning the last of the milk off of Lucas. “I just said I’m sure Arthur just wanted more kids. What, are you thinking of having another already?”
This time it was Draco’s turn to cover himself with a hot beverage.
“No,” Harry said quickly. “I’m just wondering why you’d say Arthur was taking the Pill wrong. Those are meant for women…”
Arthur and Molly looked at each other in shock. Then they both started laughing.
“Well, that explains a lot!” Molly finally said.
The End.
Happy, happy birthday!
And also in this post I have a few recs!
From the universe of ST, the warp-tastic HET and CANON (yes, I’m feeling okay, why do you ask?) Conversational Vulcan by my friendbluemoon02. It's getting rave reviews and not just from me, so you should go check it out!
And here are a couple of wonderful recs from what’s turning out to be my favourite pairing (D/Sc) of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nextgendarkfest. They both have a ton of twists and turns and IMHO no squicks whatsoever. They are just well-written, thought-provoking awesomeness. Don’t let the ship scare you- these are definitely worth the read: Let the Dead Lie and Ne Me Quitte Pas.
And finally, tostarry_diadem, I’m going to be in Westminster tomorrow. I can ditch the conference early and go east if you want to hook up. Think I’ve PMed you my mobile # already.
That’s all the news that’s fit to print!
Rating: PG (just in case)
Pairing: H/D, Molly/Arthur
Word Count: 1152
Warnings: Reference to past mpreg
Disclaimer:Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this fiction.
Summary: Harry & Draco get a little help from some friends. Pure fluff.
A/N: This is BIRTHDAY FIC for
enchanted_jae. I’ve used a couple of your prompts and hope you like this. Your fic has kept me going and you’re a great and supportive friend! Thanks to my partners in crime noeon and fairy_mischief for cleaning up the baby spit-up. And btw, the conversation at the start of this story is taken directly from one my husband and I have on a regular basis.“Don’t worry, dears,” Molly said with an amused smile, looking from one man to the other. “You’ll do fine.”
Harry was unconvinced. “Look at him, Molly,” he said, tilting his head in the direction of his husband, who was sitting somewhat gloomily at the kitchen table. “Does he look fine to you?”
Draco bristled at this. “I’ll manage,” he barked. “No thanks to you.” He shovelled some more home-made pear and raspberry gunk into his son’s mouth. “If you hadn’t wanted kids in the first place…”
“Oi,” cried Harry, who was similarly occupied with their other son on the floor next to the coffee table. “You wanted kids, too!”
“Not all at once!”
“Don’t you dare try to blame this on me,” Harry warned, waving the little spoon and its messy contents haphazardly. “I didn’t do this on purpose!”
Draco just shook his head and looked sceptical.
“There, there Harry, dear. You couldn’t possibly have; it just happens,” Molly set down a mug of coffee on the table next to Harry.
With another sneer at Draco, Harry said “He knows that. Hermione pretty much visited us every day explaining how identical twins are conceived. C’mon, Lucas, please try some of this.” The nine-month-old wasn’t having any of it and resolutely turned his little face away.
“At least that was slightly better than what she had been nagging us with since Seventh Year…” Draco said under his breath. He was having more success feeding baby Jamie, who at least was taking small mouthfuls of the stuff.
“What was that, dear?” Molly asked, setting down a cup of tea next to Draco.
“Draco means that hearing Hermione’s lectures about twins was only a slight improvement over her lectures about birth control,” Harry said innocently.
“Potter!” Draco shouted and Jamie’s eyes went wide as he dribbled red gunk down his chin. “I don’t think that’s anything we need to be discussing with-”
“Oh, quite all right, dear,” Molly said, sitting down next to Harry and taking over feeding-duty. “Arthur and I could tell you a few stories of our own when it comes to that.”
Draco glared at Harry and then quickly changed the look to one of pleading in hopes that the Harry could derail Mrs Weasley’s current train of thought.
“Are you going to eat for Molly like a good boy, Lucas?” Harry asked and Molly quickly re-focused her thoughts on the baby and the spoon.
“Draco,” she asked. “How is your mother enjoying being a granny?” Molly picked up baby Lucas. Harry sat down heavily onto the sofa.
Harry snorted before Draco could open his mouth. “Both of his parents have turned into complete marshmallows. If I’d have known the way to turn Death Eaters into teddy bears was by giving them grandchildren, I’d’ve used it as a strategy in the War.”
Molly laughed, Draco sneered, Lucas started crying, and Jamie just giggled.
“Hello all!” shouted a cheerful voice from outside the kitchen door. Arthur Weasley came in and hung up his hat and jacket. “I see we have a full house again!”
“Yes, dear.” Molly smiled at him as he leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek. “Sit down and help out, if you don’t mind. Give the daddies a chance to have some breakfast.”
Arthur sat down at the kitchen table and made a show of rolling up his sleeves. Draco gratefully handed over spoon, food, and cloth to him before getting up and transplanting himself onto the sofa next to his husband.
“You’ve got the easy one, today,” Molly called to Arthur. The babies usually took it in turns to be fussy.
Draco slumped against Harry, who surreptitiously ran his finger up and down the blond’s arm.
“This sure brings back memories, doesn’t it, Molly?” Arthur asked as he shovelled some more food into Jamie. “I remember when Fred and George were this small. Of course, we had some help from the older boys.”
“Arthur, we were just talking about birth control. Remember our attempts at that?” Molly said conversationally from the sitting room floor. Lucas had grabbed the spoon and was now covered in pear and raspberry.
Draco whispered, “Oh dear gods,” so quietly that Harry barely heard it.
“Oh Merlin, do I? You see, boys, we were planning to stop after Charlie.” Harry and Draco looked at each other and then disbelievingly at the Weasleys.
“You what?” Harry finally managed to say.
“Oh yes, it’s true,” confirmed Molly, slowly wiping off Lucas’ arm and hand and hair and shirt. Somehow the baby had managed to get food everywhere but into his mouth or onto his bib.
He’s definitely inherited Harry’s manners, Draco observed in an aside to Harry.
Molly continued, “But we found out that I’m immune to Magical Contraception Spells. I got tested at St Mungo’s and everything.”
“Yes, that was after the twins were born,” Arthur elaborated. “We thought Percy might have just been the result of us not casting the spells properly.”
Harry was really hoping he’d be able to keep from spilling coffee all over himself, either from trying not to laugh, or through his shifting around from pure embarrassment. Draco was now pinching his thigh somewhat painfully, obviously trying to get Harry to stop the narrative coming from the fecund couple.
Molly gave up with the feeding and gave Lucas a bottle. He gulped happily. “That’s when Arthur came up with the idea of trying Muggle contraceptives.”
The boys turned their heads to the table again- this whole conversation was becoming something close to watching a morbid tennis match.
“Yup, the one that sounded the most reliable was that Pill thing that was so popular. You know it’s got those hormonish things in it? We tried different ones for years and they obviously didn’t work either! I guess I’m just too much of a stallion.” Arthur guffawed.
“T.M.I.,” Draco ground through his teeth and this time Harry did spew his coffee, an image mirrored by little Lucas. Harry grabbed Draco’s hand to keep him from bruising the remainder of his thigh with the incessant pinching.
“Pshaw!” Molly scoffed. “I’m sure you were just taking them wrong. Either that or you weren’t taking them at all and just told me you were.”
For the second time in less than a minute, Harry spewed coffee all over himself. “Er…what?”
Molly turned to him, cleaning the last of the milk off of Lucas. “I just said I’m sure Arthur just wanted more kids. What, are you thinking of having another already?”
This time it was Draco’s turn to cover himself with a hot beverage.
“No,” Harry said quickly. “I’m just wondering why you’d say Arthur was taking the Pill wrong. Those are meant for women…”
Arthur and Molly looked at each other in shock. Then they both started laughing.
“Well, that explains a lot!” Molly finally said.
The End.
Happy, happy birthday!
And also in this post I have a few recs!
From the universe of ST, the warp-tastic HET and CANON (yes, I’m feeling okay, why do you ask?) Conversational Vulcan by my friend
bluemoon02. It's getting rave reviews and not just from me, so you should go check it out!And here are a couple of wonderful recs from what’s turning out to be my favourite pairing (D/Sc) of the
nextgendarkfest. They both have a ton of twists and turns and IMHO no squicks whatsoever. They are just well-written, thought-provoking awesomeness. Don’t let the ship scare you- these are definitely worth the read: Let the Dead Lie and Ne Me Quitte Pas.And finally, to
starry_diadem, I’m going to be in Westminster tomorrow. I can ditch the conference early and go east if you want to hook up. Think I’ve PMed you my mobile # already.That’s all the news that’s fit to print!