2026 Master List

The 2026 HD MPREG fest has wrapped up, and it is once again our pleasure to reveal the creators!

Your fest mods - @sassy-cissa and @timothysboxers - are incredibly thankful to you all for following along, engaging, and most importantly enjoying the creator's works! it is great to have you with us, new and returning participants and followers alike. You continue to keep this fest fun to run and maintain.

Until next time!

Dear Izzy

Fic written for H/D Mpreg Fest 2026

General Audiences [G]

10.7 k words

Author: sassy_cissa (AO3)

Pregnancy: Draco

Summary:

Day 16 - A fic about family

Something Changed by @jelliewrites, podfic by @cailynwrites

Like everything written by Jellie involving magic, this fic is full of incredible worldbuilding. It is epilogue compliant and features a full cast of divorced parents and children. It's sweet, funny, sad, and HOT! And the podfic is fantastic; Cailyn does so many great voices including the house elves. Highly recommend!

5 Tags: Forced Cohabitation, Divorce, Magical Pregnancy, Idiots in Love, POV Alternating

Summary:

'I'm delighted to be the one to tell you, Mr Malfoy, that you are expecting.' What the fuck? Was this some kind of joke, or perhaps a hideous dream? *** Draco and Harry had both decided that hooking up was almost certainly a big mistake, but it's one they're not going to be able to forget in a hurry. Now they have to live with the consequences, which include some very unhappy teenagers, and plenty of opportunity for misunderstandings. A getting together story about how one decision can change the path you are on, and make up for years of missed chances.

See Me and Live by DodgerKedavra

Word Count: 37,730

Rating: E

Description: Harry and Draco are roommates. They're coworkers. They're secret boyfriends. And now they're having a baby together!?

“Pansy,” Harry hisses at Pansy’s shoulder, partially exposed by the haphazard drape of her dressing gown. “What the fuck?” “I can’t come,” Pansy moans, then sniffles loudly. “I’m ill, Harry. You know how Draco gets when he’s ill. It’s not worth the risk to both of you.” “You can’t do this to me.” Pansy is doing it to Harry—the doing is already in progress, which is why he’s crouched in front of the Floo in the workroom part of their offices at Park and Sons Private Eyes.  “It’s not my choice. It’s not my fault. If I was healthy, you know I’d be there with my power skirt-suit on and my sunglasses in place and my red lipstick all ready to go. But I can’t get up. My head is throbbing.” “Take a potion!” “A potion won’t help.” Pansy coughs, a weak, pathetic little sound. It immediately raises Harry’s suspicions. What really raises his suspicions is that she wriggles her hips at the end of her cough. Harry’s not trying to look at her hips. Her dramatic sprawl puts her head halfway out of view on one end of the Floo and her hips at the other. Also, Harry happens to know that Pansy’s grate is one of those raised ones. It’s at least six inches off the floor. His former-Auror mind quickly deduces that she cannot possibly be lying on the floor. “Pansy,” he says. “I’ll be in tomorrow. Or Friday.” Pansy flaps her hand around. “When I’m fully recovered. If Draco catches this—” “If he catches loads of dick?” Harry says in his most accusatory voice. Pansy freezes. A second too late, she gasps. “How vulgar! How—” She remembers she’s supposed to be on her deathbed, tries to sniffle, and snorts instead. “How presumptuous! And how—how judgmental, Harry. There is nothing at all wrong with sexual congress and I would never begrudge Draco—” “Ron,” Harry shouts. “I know you’re there.” Pansy freezes again. From outside the grate comes a heavy sigh. A sigh that Harry knows very well. Since it’s a sigh coming from the mouth of one of his best friends in the world, Ronald Bilius Weasley.   “Listen, mate—” Harry leans closer to the flames. “I wore the outfit. I’m dressed, Pansy.” “Go upstairs and change!” “I can’t.” “Why? Draco won’t see you stripping down and—” “He’ll hear!” “Well!” Pansy’s hand flaps around in the centre of the grate. “Good! He won’t be surprised!” “If he hears me coming, he will hex me, Pansy!” “Then announce yourself!” “What, just shout that I’m coming back upstairs against the routine because I have to get naked and—” “Why would you have to get naked?” Ron asks. “Because of you,” Harry shoots back. “Mate, I swear, none of this was my idea.” “It wasn’t? Really, Ron? Pansy put you in a Body-Bind and slithered all over your dick and—” Pansy snickers. “He’s not in a Body-Bind now.” “Merlin’s balls. Get off him and come to work. I’m dressed for the mission and you’re fine.” “I’m not,” Pansy whines. “I have a deficiency.” “A dick deficiency?” Harry shouts. “An emergency dick deficiency that’s causing you to totally abandon me? A dickficiency?” From the earthquake-level shaking in Pansy’s shoulders, she’s doing her best to hide belly laughs. “Vit—” Pansy makes several hissing sounds in a row that sound even more like suppressed laughter. “Vitamin D,” she chokes out.

I laughed so much writing this that I almost became injured. From laughing. I had the time of my LIFE.

Like I said about laughing, I tend to remember the fics that made me cry because I'm usually somewhere where it's embarrassing. Not one, but TWO of the fics below for today's @hprecfest had me getting funny looks at a car dealership. It's the highest compliment I can pay to a fic!

Terminal Lucidity by @romaine2424

Pairing: Draco x Harry

Word count: 3,169

Rating: G

This is such a unique take on Harry as the Master of Death from @hd-fan-fair Career Fair this year. It's a tiny little thing, but packs quite the emotional wallop. I don't want to spoil anything, but I will say I've never yearned for magic to be real for all people more than after this painful, beautiful story.

To Have a Home written by aulophobia

Pairing: Draco x Harry

Word count: 126,621

Rating: E

What kind of crazy person writes a 126K fic for Career Fest? Aulophobia, apparently, and they knocked it out of the park. The twists and turns of this fic just keep coming from beginning to end. The background story that's built is s interesting and creative. I'm wary of saying too much for fear of spoiling the fun roller coaster ride, but I definitely cried more than once.

that's the art of getting by written by @saerbaer

Pairing: Sirius x Remus

Word count: 40,459

Rating: M

This is the realest Wolfstar raises Harry I've ever read. Remus is living in his grief and trying to be there for Harry. Sirius doesn't show up until almost halfway through and the Wolfstar interactions are so painful. The way they negotiate their trauma, both apart and together, as young f-ed up men trying to do right by an adorable little boy. Ugh, I'm choked up just thinking about it.

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My Heart Was Far Too Glad by @maesterchill - a Podfic

Pairing: Draco x Harry

Word count: 22,701

Rating: E

Draco Malfoy has the world as his feet. He's twenty-three, first pick Seeker for Puddlemere United, has brilliant friends and a life he adores. The very last thing Draco wants is an unplanned pregnancy, especially one where the other father just so happens to be Harry Potter.

The Lily Spell

pickledghost

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Bellatrix Black Lestrange Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Omega Draco Malfoy, Alpha Harry Potter, Voldemort is dead already, No Second Wizarding War, Slightly Altered Timeline, alive Remus and Sirius, Older Harry, Younger Draco Malfoy, Draco is seventeen Harry is twenty-one, Age Difference, Magical Accidents, Shy Draco Malfoy, Mpreg, Orphan Draco Malfoy, ooc draco malfoy, OOC, Draco has a nervous stutter, Smaller Draco, bigger harry, Out of Character Draco Malfoy, Accidental Pregnancy, Fluff, Slow Burn, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Draco Malfoy, Inexperienced Draco Malfoy, Experienced Harry Potter, Size Difference, Protective Harry Potter, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Boys With Breasts, Small pregnancy breasts, Daddy Kink, slick, Pining, More fluff than porn, Innocent Draco Malfoy, Not as rife with porn as it sounds

Summary:

Harry Potter is one of the most handsome and sought after alphas on the Hogwarts Higher Education Programme. Draco Malfoy on the other hand, is the Seventh Year omega son of deceased Death Eaters and is widely ignored and shunned by his peers. Harry doesn’t even know Draco exists until he discovers that the younger boy is pregnant with his baby thanks to a spell gone wrong.

Excerpt:

“Draco, I think we should talk,” Harry said quietly as the shaking of the omega’s shoulders began to gradually subside.

“Don’t s-send me away,” Draco said, looking up at Harry with pleading eyes. “Please. I know I said I d-didn’t want anything but please don’t send me away.”

“Why would I send you away?” Harry frowned down at him.

“W-When the baby’s born,” Draco explained, “please let me stay with you. I won’t be any trouble. I won’t b-be upset when you bond with someone.”

“Draco,” Harry said firmly, causing the younger boy to tense. “Do you really think I would bring home a mate whilst also living with you and our child? Like some sort of harem?”

“No,” Draco whispered, shaking his head, “I’m s-sorry, of course you wouldn’t. I’ll go somewhere else, I p-promise. I’ll never bother you, I –“

“Draco,” Harry repeated, a little louder this time as the younger boy fell silent. “You’re misunderstanding me. I don’t want to bring home a mate because I’d like to mate with you.”

Draco jerked his head up, nearly knocking into Harry’s chin, his eyes were wide and searching.

“If you’ll have me,” Harry smiled, sweeping back the younger boy’s sweaty fringe and pressing a small kiss to his forehead, “I would like to be your alpha even after the baby comes.”

Draco stared at him for a few moments longer before sighing miserably, sagging down in Harry’s arms. It wasn’t exactly the reaction that Harry had been hoping for.

“You’re just being honourable,” Draco muttered. “You’re doing ‘the right thing’ because I’m p-pregnant.”

“No,” Harry huffed, pressing his finger under Draco’s chin and forcing the omega to look up at him again. “When I first found out about the spell and decided to let you keep the baby, that was me trying to do the right thing. Siphoning you my magic and making sure you ate alright for those first couple of months, that was me attempting to be honourable.” Harry paused, “But I can assure you Draco, everything I’ve felt since then has been because I want you, not just our child, but you as well. I would never offer to bite someone out of duty, you’re forgetting who raised me.” Harry grinned at Draco, whose previously shuttered off expression seemed to be opening up to something resembling wary hopefulness.

“However,” Harry said nervously, “you would have to want me too.”

“I do!” Draco exclaimed loudly before blushing and letting out a small whine, burying down into Harry’s arms.

“Good,” Harry replied, his face stretching into a wide grin. Draco was still undressed and Harry brought up his hand to rub gently down the omega’s back, his fingers dipping into the notches of his spine.

Eventually, Draco emerged back up as Harry helped the omega shift into his lap.

“We’d really be bonded?” Draco asked, frowning as he stared at Harry, their noses almost touching.

“Yeah,” Harry replied, “you’d be my omega and I’d be your alpha.”

“Like Mrs. Weasley and her mate!” Draco exclaimed brightly.

“Just like them,” Harry laughed, “You want seven kids then?”

Draco flushed before grinning shyly.

“Good thing we started early in that case,” Harry smiled, cupping the back of Draco’s head and slowly bringing their mouths together. Draco let out a small, contented noise as their lips met, moving against one another. Draco seemed to melt against Harry, his hands pressing against the alpha’s chest as the older man carefully deepened the kiss, not taking any more than Draco was willing to give.

The younger boy let Harry lick along the seam of his mouth, parting his lips enough to delve his tongue inside, hot and searching. Draco’s own tongue pressed against him, sloppy inexperienced movements that set Harry’s heart on fire and made his bones ache with want.

Finally, they drew back, Draco’s body heaving for breath as they leaned against each other. Harry closed his eyes and smiled as the omega’s chest began to vibrate with low, soft purrs.

His omega.