Harry Potter X Pansy Parkinson / Unplanned pregnancy
Drabble // Hansy
Pansy isn't a girl who gets herself in a situation like this!
Isn't this careless!
And can't do this to him!
She's staring at herself from the mirror.
Hands on her flat stomach.
And thinks of Harry Potter's eyes.
His easy laugh and wild hair.
She thinks of his big hands, cradling a baby. She thinks of the light in his eyes
and the way he'd whisper, "I'll keep you safe from everything."
Then she looks at her reflection.
And sees nothing motherly.
She doesn't think she has ever even held a baby! How would she know what to do with it!?
The door slams open as Harry rushes in, still wearing his Auror gear. "What is it? I came as soon as I got your message!"
She had said not to rush.
She had said it's big but can wait until he's done with work.
But of course he wouldn't wait.
She calls and he comes, however small the matter.
However insignificant her problem.
This isn't insignificant though.
She can't even get words out.
How does one tell the other something like this?
They had never even talked about it.
Never touched the subject of having children of their own.
But Harry was always too good at reading her. He needs only one look at her hands on her stomach and he knows.
Meets her eyes, "are you —"
"I can't be a mother!" She blurts out, "I don't know how to."
He doesn't say she's silly.
Doesn't try to reassure her that of course she knows how to.
He only reaches for her, pulls her to him and buries his hand into her hair.
"It's okay." He mutters soothingly, "we'll figure it out together."