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FIC: (Harry Potter) Not Going! (Harry/Draco) (G)
Title: Not Going!
Author:ravenpan
Summary: Draco's locked himself in the bathroom again....
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Hermione/Ron
Length: drabble/ficlet
Warning: Implied past m-preg
A/n: Forlusiology!!!
Find this fic at: Livejournal - and Unflocked at JournalFen, InsaneJournal, GreatestJournal
"Draco? C'mon, we're going to be late!"
"Not leaving."
"You ill? You haven't done this since Shannon was-"
"I am not sick!"
"Then why won't you come out?"
....
"Draco?"
The door clicked, then opened, and Draco peeked out. One grey eye barely visible in the crack was red-rimmed, puffy, and the skin beneath held a more bluish tone than usual. "See? I can't go. I'll stay home with the baby."
Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose (a habit he'd picked up from the blond on the other side of the door) before pushing his glasses back into place. "The reason we're going, is so they can see her."
"Then you can take her and, uhm... make up something." Draco shut the door back in Harry's face, and with a click it was locked.
Harry stared at it a moment then turned, picked up the basket with their peacefully sleeping (for what felt like the first time EVER! at least, for the past month) daughter and headed off to the Weasley's.
"DRACO MALFOY YOU COME OUT OF THAT BATHROOM RIGHT NOW!"
"Granger?!"
"It's been Weasley for six years now," Hermione banged on the door. "Get your skinny arse out of there!"
"OI!" Draco opened the door, scowling. "My arse is perfect!"
"Got you to open the door," Hermione smirked and grabbed his wrist, tugging him through before he could close it again. "Come on, you're missing at the party."
"Didn't Harry tell you I wasn't coming?" Draco stumbled along, but the woman was stronger than she looked, and he was exhausted.
"Harry told me that you were terribly ill and not suited for seeing anyone. Which was obviously a lie to cover up that you're being a vain git, because Harry doesn't TALK like that. Put your cloak on," she picked it up off the back of the sofa and shoved it in his arms before continuing to drag him to the floo.
"I can't let anyone see me like this!" Draco said, frantic, pulling back. "I... I look terrible!"
"Everyone there is a parent, and trust me, you're not the only one not getting enough 'beauty' sleep. Now come on. There's a good ferret," she said, pushing him into the flames and back through to the Burrow.
Draco stumbled out of the fireplace and was about to tell Harry off for being a horrible liar... until he saw his husband fast asleep in one of the rocking chairs... and he noticed his husband had the very same dark circles under his own eyes, too.
-Fin-
Title: Not Going!
Author:
ravenpanSummary: Draco's locked himself in the bathroom again....
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Hermione/Ron
Length: drabble/ficlet
Warning: Implied past m-preg
A/n: For
lusiology!!!Find this fic at: Livejournal - and Unflocked at JournalFen, InsaneJournal, GreatestJournal
"Draco? C'mon, we're going to be late!"
"Not leaving."
"You ill? You haven't done this since Shannon was-"
"I am not sick!"
"Then why won't you come out?"
....
"Draco?"
The door clicked, then opened, and Draco peeked out. One grey eye barely visible in the crack was red-rimmed, puffy, and the skin beneath held a more bluish tone than usual. "See? I can't go. I'll stay home with the baby."
Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose (a habit he'd picked up from the blond on the other side of the door) before pushing his glasses back into place. "The reason we're going, is so they can see her."
"Then you can take her and, uhm... make up something." Draco shut the door back in Harry's face, and with a click it was locked.
Harry stared at it a moment then turned, picked up the basket with their peacefully sleeping (for what felt like the first time EVER! at least, for the past month) daughter and headed off to the Weasley's.
"DRACO MALFOY YOU COME OUT OF THAT BATHROOM RIGHT NOW!"
"Granger?!"
"It's been Weasley for six years now," Hermione banged on the door. "Get your skinny arse out of there!"
"OI!" Draco opened the door, scowling. "My arse is perfect!"
"Got you to open the door," Hermione smirked and grabbed his wrist, tugging him through before he could close it again. "Come on, you're missing at the party."
"Didn't Harry tell you I wasn't coming?" Draco stumbled along, but the woman was stronger than she looked, and he was exhausted.
"Harry told me that you were terribly ill and not suited for seeing anyone. Which was obviously a lie to cover up that you're being a vain git, because Harry doesn't TALK like that. Put your cloak on," she picked it up off the back of the sofa and shoved it in his arms before continuing to drag him to the floo.
"I can't let anyone see me like this!" Draco said, frantic, pulling back. "I... I look terrible!"
"Everyone there is a parent, and trust me, you're not the only one not getting enough 'beauty' sleep. Now come on. There's a good ferret," she said, pushing him into the flames and back through to the Burrow.
Draco stumbled out of the fireplace and was about to tell Harry off for being a horrible liar... until he saw his husband fast asleep in one of the rocking chairs... and he noticed his husband had the very same dark circles under his own eyes, too.
