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Ficlet: Midnight Snack, Draco/Harry, PG-13
Title: Midnight Snack (>:D)
Author: foreword
Disclaimer: HP is JKR's and these two lovely incarnations of Harry and Draco belong to the ladies of greenhousethree. :D
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Word count: About 500 omg short!
Warnings: This is fluffy! And refers to a m/m relationship with a baby - yes mpreg! >:)
Summary: Just a bit of fluff, really! xD
A/N: This is for the lovely psychobarfly, as a belated birthday present! : )) Emma, Draco and Harry are from the dracolicious/boywholives love story. <3 I am SO paranoid that I messed up your and taradiane's lovely characterizations, so that is why this is shorter than I intended it to be! *frets* Also, it is Harry POV, which is odd! UM. Anyway, I really hope you like it, love! <3

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Harry tried not to laugh. He really did.

Draco was staring at her, his eyes starting to glaze over but still determined to hear everything his little girl had to say. Emma had been talking for hours. It had all started when Harry found a film about robots at a Muggle video rental shop.

They had watched it a grand total of 12 times in the last two days.

Her favourite pastime when not watching the film was to regale Draco with tales of the robots' adventures.

Somehow, Harry knew he would be blamed for all of this.

Sure enough, as soon as Emma had yawned her way into sleep that night (tucked away, for once, in her own bed), Draco turned a scowling eye to him, accusing him of getting her addicted to television, and oh, what would this do to his little girl's imagination? Harry reminded him quietly that she was his little girl, too.

"Well, yes," Draco huffed, "but I don't see her entertaining you with stories about her robots."

Harry blinked, slightly taken aback. "You don't want her to? I'd have thought you'd love that she's talking so much."

Draco crossed his arms, petulant and determined to win this argument (whatever it happened to be about). "Everything my Emma says is brilliance."

Harry tried not to grin at this and nodded, ruffling his hair idly with one hand.

"So, why're you upset that she's talking about robots again?"

Draco opened his mouth to retort but quickly closed it again. He surveyed Harry carefully for a moment, his eyes narrowed.

"I'm hungry. I demand pie."

Harry laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Do you know how late it is?"

Draco sighed heavily and grumbled quietly to himself, looking away. Harry was fairly sure he'd heard him mutter something about his sweet tooth knowing no time limits, but he ignored him, stepping closer to dip his fingers in the waistband of Draco's trousers and pull him closer. Draco stubbornly attempted to continue his sulking, but this was apparently more difficult with Harry pressed up against him, his fingers brushing the hot skin of Draco's lower belly lightly, teasingly.

Harry leaned in, smiling against Draco's ear as he whispered, "How hungry are you?"

Draco shivered slightly under Harry's touch and Harry's smile widened as he waited for Draco to lose his internal battle against restraint.

"I suppose I could settle for some other sort of pastry."

Harry laughed softly, knowing he'd won, and pulled away, backing slowing down the hallway toward their bedroom. Draco sniffed heartily and followed, feigning boredom all the way.

He couldn't keep up the act, though, when Harry tugged him through the bedroom door, pushing him up against the wall and kissing him, mouth-teeth-lips-tongue as his hand scrambled for the flies on Draco's trousers, and he'd make damned sure Draco didn't go to bed hungry.