Unexpected - Chapter 22: Naming
Title: Unexpected
Authors: slashpervert and aveeno_baby.

Betas: brknhalo241, asm614, Mini Mouse, and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT!
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Length: 94,000 words (40 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, Explicit, M/M Sex, Masturbation, Oral, Rimming, Anal, Mpreg, and mental health issues such as anxiety attacks. (Characters in this fiction are over 18.)

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have lived together for four years in their country house surrounded by a magical menagerie of unwanted animals Harry rescues. Yet, Harry wants more. He dreams of a family that includes children.

Notes: Post-war, AU after HBP, not DH compliant. Sequel to Undesirable, though can be read separately. Whereas, Undesirable was very dark, this one is very fluffy with some angst. Thanks to corvusdea for help with Latin for spells. Icon adapted by slashpervert from Passion by dirty_darella.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 22/40
Chapter Title: Naming
Words: 1826 Words



The next day, while Harry slept in and after Draco had finished feeding the rest of the animals, Draco fire-called Hermione and quizzed her about Muggle foods like hot dogs and hamburgers. He didn't want to leave Harry alone, so Draco talked Hermione into coming through on her lunch break while he went to get a bag of what she called "fast food junk."

Harry tried to keep himself occupied that day, glad to have Hermione's company for once. She even brought a jar of a special lotion that he could rub onto his skin to help with the itching. After visiting for a while and letting Hermione braid his hair, Harry went upstairs for his usual nap. Then he turned over and took a few minutes to get comfortable before he fell asleep again.

When he returned, Draco had to assure Hermione, for the tenth time, that he would make sure that Harry had proper nutrition too. Then he went to check on his lover, standing beside the bed and watching Harry sleep. Draco tiptoed in and sat on the side of the bed, reaching out to lay a hand on his lover's stomach.

Harry turned over a little when he felt the hand, mumbling something and blinking open his eyes. "Draco?"

"I didn't mean to wake you," Draco told him, but didn't pull his hand back. Instead, he slid it up under Harry's shirt, caressing him.

"It's okay," Harry murmured sleepily, his eyes closing again when Draco started to rub.

"I brought you food," Draco said. "Hermione said it’s better fresh."

"You did?" Harry asked, opening his eyes again and pushing himself up with a groan. "The stuff I wanted?"

Draco pick up the bag from where he'd set it on the bedside table and held it up for him.

"Oh, Draco!" Harry exclaimed, reaching for the bags. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Draco shook his head. The strangest things excited Harry. "I got a couple of cheeseburgers, hot dogs and chips," he explained.

"Oohhh!" Harry grabbed the bag finally and looked through it, pulling out a hot dog first. He unwrapped it and took a big bite, sighing in relief. "God ..." he exclaimed with his mouth full.

"Extra mustard and onion, as requested," Draco assured him, watching mustard drip down his lover's chin. "There are serviettes in the bag too."

Harry waved off whatever Draco was saying, enjoying the moment as he devoured the hot dog within a few minutes, making the most obscenely pleasure-filled noises.

Draco watched in a kind of disgusted awe. Harry had always been a bit messy but he had never before wolfed his food down like he did these days.

Harry managed to lick the mustard off his chin and then reached in the bag again, pulling out a burger this time. "Do you want any?" he asked, beginning to feel like a pig when he ate like this, but again, he couldn't help it. He reached to pull out a few chips as well, stuffing those in his mouth as he unwrapped the burger.

Draco nodded and picked up a chip, nibbling on it. "Not bad," he said.

"Not bad? It's brilliant," Harry said, taking a bite of the cheeseburger as he settled back against the headboard. "Did you get anything to drink with it?"

Draco's eyes widened. "Was I supposed to?"

Harry nearly laughed at the panicked look on Draco's face. Was he really that hard on him? "No, I was just asking," he said around the food in his mouth.

Draco ate more chips, watching Harry drip burger juices on his shirt. It wasn’t the first time he wished for a house-elf at this cabin.

Harry took turns taking bites of the burger and eating the chips, finishing faster than Draco would have thought possible. "Mmm," he hummed, rubbing his stomach happily.

Draco fished several serviettes out of the bag and handed them to his lover.

"Thank you," Harry mumbled, blushing and taking them to wipe his face and hands.

Draco cleaned up the mess, setting the bag with the extra burger and chips aside. "Hermione said I have to feed you extra vegetables if I let you eat this stuff. She says it’s bad for you."

Harry made a face, but nodded a little. "With cheese?"

"Cheese?" Draco asked, trying to imagine how that would work.

"Melted cheese ... on broccoli," Harry explained, smiling at the thought.

"Oh, all right," Draco said. He kicked off his shoes and reached a hand to stroke his lover's belly again. He seemed to have developed a fascination with doing that.

"Hermione gave me this lotion that ..." Harry paused and held a hand up to his mouth, burping and closing his eyes.

"A lotion?" Draco pulled the shirt up to his lover's chest.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled, rubbing at his chest lightly. "For my stomach."

"Magical or Muggle?" Draco asked.

"Muggle, I think," Harry answered, burping again. "Ugh, Draco ...."

"Yes, love?" Draco said, frowning.

"Think I have heartburn," Harry answered with another burp, frowning.

Draco snorted, not surprised given how fast Harry had eaten all that greasy food. "I'll get you a potion," he said, and went to the cabinet in the bathroom.

"Not funny," Harry mumbled, grimacing and lying back on the bed.

Draco came back and handed the phial to Harry, then picked up the lotion mentioned and sniffed it.

Harry drank the contents and tossed the phial aside with a sigh, beginning to feel relief already. He loved magic so very much.

The lotion smelled nice. Draco thought he smelled vanilla. He poured some onto his fingers and rubbed them. He smiled as he sat down next to Harry again, reaching to rub some onto his lover's belly.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled a little, shifting to pull his shirt completely off. "It's supposed to help with the itching ... and the stretch marks that I know I have," he mumbled.

Draco slipped out of his shoes and then sat cross-legged on the bed, rubbing the lotion into Harry's skin. "Smells nice too," he added.

"Like vanilla," Harry said, sniffing the air. He sighed and relaxed back on the bed, idly watching Draco as he relaxed under the man’s hands. "Thank you."

Draco could feel the firmness of his lover's belly, still marvelling at the idea of a child in there. He spent time rubbing the lotion in everywhere, making it a kind of massage as he did. He felt their daughter shift under his hand and smiled up at Harry.

Harry felt that as well, smiling back down at him. "She loves you already," he said softly.

Draco smirked. "Well, I am irresistible," he teased.

"You are," Harry agreed, chuckling. "Have you thought of any names for her?"

Draco hadn't thought of a name yet. It felt particularly real to be doing so. As if naming the mound beneath his fingers would make it a real person. "I don't know," he said.

"Hmm, would you like to name her after your mother?" Harry asked thoughtfully.

Draco frowned, thinking about that. His mother had been killed when Draco failed his mission to kill Dumbledore. He didn't like the reminder of that and didn't think he could handle a daily one. "No, let the past rest," he said softly.

Harry nodded in understanding. "Well, hm ... not Harriet," he said with a grimace.

Blond brows wrinkled at that. Then Draco closed his eyes, hand laying flat over the place where their daughter rested. He just let his mind wander on ideas for a few minutes and then smiled, peeking up at his lover. "The warrior Goddess born of a male god, Athena," he said.

"A male god, really?" Harry asked, sitting up after a moment. "I think I really like that ... Athena." It was different, that much was for sure, but in a good way.

"Athena stepped fully grown, from the head of Zeus, the God of Thunder," Draco explained. "She was also a Goddess of wisdom."

"Wow," Harry whispered, still smiling. "I love it."

"And the rest?" Draco asked.

"Of her name?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Draco answered. "Middle and last names."

"We can think of a good middle name later, right?" Harry asked unable to think of one at the moment. "As for a last name, should she have yours or mine?"

Draco wasn't sure how to answer that. A part of him, almost like the voice of his ancestors, wanted to claim the child as a Malfoy. But the Malfoy name wasn't worth much anymore. His father had made it synonymous with cruelty and murder. Seamus Finnegan's face rose in memory and Draco sighed. "Yours."

"You sure? She's your baby, too," Harry asked, but he knew why.

"Her future is what matters," Draco said, though his voice held some of the sadness he felt.

"I don't want you to hide your name because of what happened," Harry said softly, shifting to move closer to him.

Draco forced a small smile. He had given up on having Malfoy heirs and the idea of it now flooded him with conflicting emotions. "I don't want her hurt because of ... of what I did," he whispered.

"You did nothing," Harry insisted, reaching to caress Draco's cheek with one hand.

They'd been over this before, of course. Draco had been trying to save himself and his parents during sixth year. And Severus Snape had taken him to a safe house in France right after. Most of the things people actually blamed Draco for were the actions of his father. "I did nothing," Draco echoed. For him, that was also part of the guilt. He hadn't killed, but he hadn't fought Voldemort either. He had hidden in a hole for two years while the war went on, while Harry was captured and tortured, while others died.

Harry understood the double meaning and he frowned, shaking his head. "Draco ... stop."

Draco took a deep breath and let it out with a long sigh, looking out the window. He could see the Fwooper, Tonks, flying over the field, probably hunting field mice. He hadn't meant to upset Harry

"Athena Malfoy," Harry murmured, watching Draco instead of looking out the window with him.

Draco winced. It actually sounded really good. Yet, the idea of someone hurting their little girl still loomed large in his fears. He turned back to face his lover. "Maybe," he conceded and smiled softly at him.

Harry smiled back and nodded, kissing his cheek before he moved to get out of the bed, groaning as he did.

Draco flopped back on the bed, watching Harry. It was actually an odd sight. Harry was still essentially a thin man except for his belly and the effect was startling. "I love you," he said.

Harry glanced back at him, smiling as his cheeks coloured. "I love you, too," he said.

[Draco is still struggling to overcome the past.]

Chapter 23





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