Rule
nsfw | 400 words | prompt: rule | @drarrymicrofic | a bit of dub con, a bit of breeding kink/mpreg
âThought experimentâŠâ Harry says at the breakfast table, Ron folds down the Prophet with a very adult rustling sound. Hermione continues to wrestle with Hugo who, in turn, is wrestling with a bit of mashed banana. âWhy would a bloke ask you not to come in them?â
There is a moment of silence, as if for the conversation they are about to endure.Â
âWhen they want you not to come in them,â Hermione says at the same time that Ron says, âwell pureblood blokes can get knocked up.â
The tines of Harryâs fork hit the edge of his plate with a funny tink. He grimaces as Ron continues on blithely.Â
âBut heâd have to be really pureblood I mean weâre talking Blacks, Harry, orââ Ron gasps. âHarry.â
Harry holds up his hands, panicked. âListenââÂ
âHarry, no!â
âHis hair! Have you seen, I mean, heâs let growâhave you not seen? Noticed, I meanâŠheâs let it grow, Ron! Ron, itâs grown!!âÂ
Unmoved, Hermione sniffs. âWell? Did you?âÂ
Harry watches how she wends Hugo's baby spoon to his mouth, the way she chews exaggeratedly to show him how. Hugo smiles, he's got banana in his eyelashes. Harry looks away and rubs his chest.
Malfoyâs hair wound around Harry's fist like a shiny rope. Heâd looked back at Harry, catching him with the corner of his eye, and said, bizarre and breathless, donât come in me, Potter, if you come in me Potter I swear Iâllâ
"Mate!" Ron squawks.
âLook, it's just...well...you know how I feel about rules!â
- The next time with Draco, Harry licks a stripe below his bellybutton and says, âIs this where it would go?"
Malfoyâpink, disheveled, angelicâlooks up and frowns,
âWhere what would go?â He asks testily.Â
âThe baby, Iâd put it here?âÂ
âOh.â Dracoâs frown deepens, heâs already disoriented, already come. âWell I-I suppose, yes.â
âIâd put it right here, Malfoy?â Harry keens, rubs his cheek along the line of his spit.
âYes, PotterâŠyouâd put it there.â
âOh fuck,â Harry breathes, licking long, sloppy, low.Â
âThere, youâdâŠâ Draco trails off. His hand comes up to cup the back of Harryâs head, stays there gently. He says it again, like he doesn't quite know what it means, âthere.â
âBut you wonât let me. I canât. Say I canât. â
âNo, you canât.â Draco lets his head fall back. His hair spills all around as he gasps, arching into Harryâs mouth. âYou musnât, Potter, not everâahâyou musnât everâah, ah!â  Â
âOh god,â Harry mumbles into Draco's skin, tearing up. âOh no, oh fuck.âÂ















