Title: Unexpected Blessings
Fandom: Harry Potter
Related Works: Temptation
Hermione blinked once as Harry dropped his bag on her table and sat down.
“What’s got your knickers in a knot?” she asked as she picked up her coffee cup.
“You remember how we were wondering if magicals were functionally a separate species of human?” Harry asked as he grabbed the menu at his spot on the table and looked it over. “Do they serve alcohol here?”
“Yes, I remember that discussion in fifth year and no, they don’t,” Hermione said. She wasn’t sure what was going through her best friend’s and fiancé’s head, but it had to be something interesting for him to reach for the assistance of alcohol. “Why?”
Harry looked up from selecting things on the menu and smiled. It was the same smile he had given her when things had gotten rough while they had been hunting the horcruxes and she could feel her magic start to prickle under her skin. She put her cup down and laid her hands flat on the table.
“You need to add a point into the ‘yes, we really are’ column,” Harry told her.
“Why do I need to add a point to that? I thought we settled this years ago,” Hermione complained as she pulled one of her old school notebooks and quills out and opened it to the correct research project. The last data entry was from just after they had graduated from Hogwarts.
“So, I’m learning all sorts of interesting things in the specialty classes I’m taking to expand on my qualifications as a healer. You know my current class is obstetrics, right? Today I found out that male magicals can, in instances where both male partners are highly magical, get pregnant. Being the inquisitive sort and in a relationship with a highly magical male, I checked myself,” Harry’s grin was even more twisted. “So.”
Hermione had to think on that for a second and then she paled. “Really?”
“Really, really,” Harry nodded once. “I’m going to roast his ass over a very small fire.”
“Why didn’t you use a contraceptive charm?” Hermione asked after she windlessly cast a privacy charm. Her fingers were cramped around the quill.
“Honey, we did with you, but I didn’t know I could get pregnant and Draco never told me I could either! I had to find out today at school,” Harry snapped. He held up one hand and took a deep breath. “So. We need to move our plans up. By a lot. Because I’m about ten days along and my titles won’t handle a bastard child well.”
“Well shit,” Hermione made the note before she picked up her coffee and took a deep sip of it. Once that was done, she returned the notebook to her dimensional store and pulled out the wedding planner she had started. “Thankfully most everything is done. We will just need to place the announcement in the paper sooner than expected. The invitations to the party were to go out in a month. We can move everything around so we can get married in three weeks?”
“We need to get Draco to agree too. Narcissa isn’t going to be thrilled to be rushed,” Harry muttered as he leaned back in his chair. “He was joining us for lunch, right?”
She checked the watch pinned to her blouse and nodded. “He’s due any moment.”
“Are you sure I can’t have alcohol?” Harry asked as his meal appeared in front of him.
“No, and you know exactly why,” Hermione reminded him, voice patient.
“Damn it,” Harry bitched quietly as he took a sip of his own coffee. “You’re not taking my coffee away from me though.”
“Not right away, no,” Hermione agreed. She needed to research pregnancy and male pregnancy in magicals as soon as possible. She flicked a pen out of her dimensional store and started writing notes on a clean page of her planner.
“I’m going to murder Draco,” Harry muttered as he started eating the crisps that had come with his sandwich.
“Why am I dying now?” Draco asked as he breached Hermione’s privacy charm.
Hermione reinforced the charm, allowing it to stay up as her other fiancé sat down at the table. She looked pointedly at Harry and he shook his head at her. “I’m not going to be the one to do the announcing here, Harry. It’s your news.”
“You are a pain the arse,” Harry muttered.
“No, I’m pretty sure that’s how we got here,” Hermione snapped back.
“It wasn’t painful, and you know it,” Harry reminded her.
“Point,” Hermione agreed.
“Not that’s it not entertaining to watch the two of you snipe at each other, but is there a reason why Harry is looking like he wants to kill his sandwich and is talking about murdering me?” Draco asked. He was looking between the two of them with a wary edge to him that Hermione wanted to soothe.
“Well,” Harry poked at his food once before he pushed his plate away from him. “I think we forgot to discuss something when we started sleeping together.”
“Like what?” Draco asked. He looked over at Hermione and raised an eyebrow. “We discussed limits, what we liked, what we didn’t like, birth control and in what order we would be trying for children. Did we miss something?”
“Oh, just the minor complication that a sufficiently powerful wizard can get pregnant by another sufficiently powerful wizard,” Harry shared. Hermione noticed that his voice had the same level of calmness it had in it before they had gone into battle. She wasn’t sure if Draco had ever heard that note before…
Draco shook his head once. “No. Both wizards need to be magus’ before that’s an issue and I’m not likely to reach that before my second maturation. I know we all confirmed that we’ve been through our first maturations.”
“I notice you aren’t mentioning Harry’s level’s” Hermione observed.
“I’ve known he was at least a magus for years. If he isn’t an archmagus now, I would be very surprised,” Draco sounded confused.
“Draco, we’ve completed the first level of our marriage bond,” Hermione reminded him. “We did that a fortnight ago. To be able to support that bond with Harry, you needed to be at least a magus. Otherwise, Harry would burn us both out as we tried to support him in the bond.”
“And you needed to be at least an enchantress,” Draco said. He sounded distracted as he stared at Harry. “Harry, love. Are you pregnant?”
“That would be what we didn’t discuss,” Harry confirmed with a grim smile. “Surprise, you’re going to be a daddy.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Draco breathed.
“No, I’m pretty sure it was you fucking me that was the issue,” Harry reminded him. “I want the baby, but this was not how I was expecting to find out male wizards can get pregnant.”
Draco looked startled. “Merlin, that has to be a mindfuck.”
“For both of us,” Hermione told him. “We’re moving the wedding up. Three weeks from now and you get to tell your mom. Thankfully our ceremony was always going to be private and the party hasn’t been announced yet. We can easily get that adjusted.”
“That sounds good,” Draco sounded faint as he stared at Harry. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?” Harry asked, surprised.
“For not killing me? For keeping the baby? For going through the hell that is pregnancy?” Draco asked as he reached out to grab Harry’s hand in one of his while he used the other to cover one of Hermione’s. “Looks like our family is going to be getting bigger than expected, sooner.”
“We’ve waited long enough,” Hermione reminded him. “Ten years has been long enough to wait.”
“Right,” Harry looked at Draco and took a deep breath. “The baby may be unexpected, but it certainly isn’t unwanted.”
Draco smiled and nodded as he gripped both of their hands. “Very wanted.”
Hermione reached out and grabbed Harry’s hand, completing the circle. “To unexpected blessings.”