Title: Words Spilling Forth
Dedication: Arthur Maximilian – you're such a sweet baby boy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything else
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: HP/DM, SS/RL
Genre/s: Humour, Romance (Slash)
Warning/s: MPreg, OOC
Summary: Draco is giving birth to Harry's baby, and he can't control what he's saying...
"I LOVE YOU!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs as another contraction hit home. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, MERLIN BLESS YOU!"
"It's all right, honey," Harry said calmly, even though the sweat was prominent on his forehead. "Poppy is going to deliver our little one. Everything is going to be all right."
"Of course, it's going to be all right!" cried Draco between panting gasps, already reading himself for another contraction. Though his words were agreeing, his eyes were glinting in icy fury. "If you say so, I believe you!"
"Okay, Draco," Pomfrey said from her position between the pale boy's trembling thighs. "You're going to have to start pushing soon. When the next contraction comes, I want you to push as hard as you can, understood?"
"Breathe, honey," Harry whispered, brushing sweaty locks of blonde hair from Draco's forehead. He grasped Draco's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "I'm here. I'm not going to leave you."
"Okay, here we go," Pomfrey said then as Draco started cramping up. "Now push!"
And Draco did push, accompanying this task by a toe-curling, high-pitched scream that even the windows on the other side of the vast medical wing vibrated.
"I'm sorry this hurts so much," Harry pressed through his lips, only too aware of his own pain where Draco's fingers were seemingly squeezing the life out of him. "I'm so sorry you can't take any anaesthetising."
"There is hardly any PAIN!" screamed Draco as his body was wracked by another contraction. "Any way, I'd do it anytime again, you child of love!"
Harry, who always wanted a large family of his own, was momentarily speechless. Then something flickered in his eyes, he blinked, and kissed Draco's temple. "You're doing great, love," he encouraged while Pomfrey kept her instructions to, "One more push, dear!"
"Oh, I wish this would take the whole night!" cried Draco, his feet digging into the mattress and hoisting his hips upwards. "I've never had more fun than NOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!" He ended with a painful howl, belying his words.
"Push, dear," said Pomfrey. "Your little one seems to be quite eager. This won't take much longer."
"Nooo!" wailed Draco, panting. "I want to keep him in me!"
"You won't loose him," said Harry gently. "Come on, now. Push!"
After five more minutes of exclamations of love, sweating and a considerable amount of pushing, a second wail made itself heard – for the very first time.
"It's a boy!" said Pomfrey, excited, even though she had known it was going to be a boy since months. It wasn't an everyday occurrence that she got to deliver a baby, though. After she'd cleaned him up a bit, she placed the newborn onto Draco's chest, so he could feel his 'mother's' heartbeat. Then she went back to clean Draco up.
Harry's throat closed up; he was unable to voice what he was feeling right now. Tears sprang to his eyes at the sight presenting itself before him: His beloved husband, exhausted from his ordeal, wrapping their small bundle of joy in his arms to keep him close. Harry had never thought he would live to see the birth of his children, and now he was more thankful than ever to have listened to his love that everything was going to be all right.
"My God," Draco whispered hoarsely, brushing a finger over soft dark hair, a gentle smile on his face. "He's so ugly..."
Harry's eyes widened immediately and snapped over to Pomfrey, who, fortunately, hadn't heard them. Then he drew his wand and did a quick spell on Draco. "That's enough..."
It was over twenty minutes later that a flushed but happily beaming Harry Potter presented his newborn son to his two godfathers, Severus und Remus Snape. He kept the small bundle close to his chest as he greeted the two men standing outside of the infirmary.
"He's adorable," said Remus.
"Yeah," said Harry dreamily, not taking his eyes off his son.
"How's Draco doing?" asked Severus.
"He's resting now," answered Harry, shooting his former Potions master and now colleague a quick glance. "You heard how exhausting it was, didn't you?"
"Poor boy..." Remus nodded with a pitying look on his face while Severus flushed uncomfortably.
Harry grinned. "I believe you owe me, Sev." He used the nickname deliberately to tick Severus off.
Severus grinded his teeth. "You used a Charm," he growled. "That doesn't count."
"We never established any rules," said Harry with a smirk. "I only told you that Draco wouldn't curse me to hell and back while giving birth..."
"Very Slytherin of you," said Remus, smiling. "Wouldn't you say, Severus?"
"Yes, wouldn't you say, Severus?" repeated Harry teasingly. "You can't back out now. I want the crib."
"But it's a family heirloom!"
"Not any longer, no," said Harry. "At least not of the Snapes."
"You should have been more careful, then," Remus reprimanded his husband.
"I can't believe I gambled away the Snape Crib," Severus said, despaired. "And now there's going to be a Potter lying in it..." It was his idea of hell on earth.
"A Potter-Malfoy," Harry corrected softly, gazing back at his baby boy, who would soon be slumbering in the beautifully crafted crib he had just won.
A/N: If you read it a second time, you'll realise what Draco's real words were ;)