"I'm fat."

It was the statement that Harry Potter knew could end his life, if not responded to correctly. He should have immediately jumped off the couch, cradled his love in his arms, and said that it wasn't true. Yes, that's what he should have done.

"Yeah, you are."

Draco Malfoy gaped at the audacity of the young man sitting in front of him. He placed a pale hand on his bulging stomach with a scowl. This wasn't the reply he had expected. He wanted affection and caring words and some damn chocolate ice cream that they had somehow managed to run out of at 3:27 AM when he woke up for his nightly 3:30 AM snack. Oh and hot pad for his aching back.

You see, Draco and Harry were having a baby. Together. And Draco had gotten tricked into carrying the blasted thing for nine months while Harry got to wear normal clothes and not ache every day.

"Fuck you Potter." Draco growled as he left the room in the typical seven month waddling fashion. Harry smirked lightly and watched the fuming man turn the corner. The stairs started creaking before he got up and slowly started after him.

With his hands in his pockets, and lips turned up slightly, but not too much, he entered their bedroom. Blond tufts of hair peaked out from the blanket. Harry sat on the bed and waited for the pouting man to say something. He didn't wait long.

"This is your fault." was mumbled out. Harry couldn't help but laugh at that.

"It is." he agreed. "But you wanted it as much as I did."

Draco threw the blanket back at that. His silvery eyes narrowed. "Yeah when I thought you were going be the one drinking the bloody pregnant potion, not me!" he pointed accusingly.

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed the bony appendage lightly. He looked carefully at it, studying it. He ran his finger along the side of it, feeling the bumps of his knuckles, the rough pad of his fingertip from years of wielding his wand. He kissed the tip lovingly and brought Draco's palm lightly to his cheek. In a light whisper he said, "You took it up the bum, so that makes you the girl."

Draco growled lowly and smacked the laughing man with the hand that was resting on his cheek. "Fuck you Potter!" he repeated.

Harry kept chuckling and wrapped his arms around the once again pouting man, despite the protests. He kissed the blond head of hair with a grin. When he was calm he lowered his head to the pale man's ear. "I'm just kidding." He felt Draco's shoulders tense up. "I love you." he whispered reassuringly. Draco's shoulders dropped a millimeter at that. "I bought your ice cream." He felt a loving, soft kiss and watched the inadvertently funny fast waddle of his love trying to rush downstairs. Harry slowly followed after him again, still smiling.

When he got to the kitchen Draco already had the tub of frozen chocolate cream out and was fishing for a spoon in a drawer. He pulled out two and handed one to the brunette. Draco took the first bite, moaning to delight and smiling like a fool. Harry cracked a crooked grin and quipped "Let's name him Hershey." All he got was a spoonful of cold dessert on his face.

Yeah, fluffy and a tad funny. I can't help but love these two. Review?