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While the two did shower together, Draco had insisted that they keep their hands to themselves. Harry respected the request without batting an eye, although he did let his eyes wander a bit more than what was strictly necessary. It didn’t help that Draco had asked him to wash his hair for him and made quiet moaning noises as the brunette massaged his scalp. 

They got into a comfortable routine after that with Draco often finding himself kissing Harry in the morning and just before bed. Harry never questioned it or pushed for more; he was completely content with Draco moving at his own pace, even if that pace was slower than most sloths moved. 

It was only a few days later when Draco was looking at a line of different coloured potions at the table. Harry sat down next to him and contemplated the phials before giving in and turning to Draco.

“What’s all that?”

“Potions.” Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes and smiled as he leaned on the table instead.

“I might be useless at potions, but even I know what they look like. What do they do?”

“A variety of things…” Draco was definitely sporting a blush. While it was quite appealing, Harry couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed at the game of beat around the bush the blond was trying to play. 

“What’s stopping you from taking them? You clearly want to.” The blond took a deep breath before he answered. Harry couldn’t tell, but he thought that Draco might be trying to gather his courage. 

“I’m worried that I’ll like it.” Harry grabbed Draco’s shoulders and turned him to face him head on. 

“Listen to me, and listen good. You’re the only one who can say what you feel like. You’ve dreamed about taking these practically since we got here! If it’s what you want then you should do it. Everyone else can sod off; they aren’t the ones who doubt the reflection they see every time they look in a mirror. It’s your choice and yours alone; I won’t think any differently of you no matter what you do. Take them or don’t, that’s your choice. But sitting here and stressing over it all day isn’t going to make anything better. Besides, if you don’t like it you can always brew a potion to reverse the effects.” Draco nodded with a strange look in his eye. He quickly unstoppered all the vials and downed one after another until they were all gone. He seemed fine and was beaming in pride with himself before his smile turned into a grimace. Draco moaned in pain and bent over with his arms around his midriff. 

“Draco?” Harry was alarmed to say the least. 

“‘M fine, really. Shouldn’t have…taken…all…at once.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m fine, really, everything just hurts because my body is rearranging itself in a lot of ways all at once.”

“Right, I’m taking you to bed. Sleep always makes things like pain seem less intense.” Without further ado, Harry scooped the blond up and laid him down in bed where he promptly fell asleep. He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn that Harry brushed his hair away from his forehead before leaving a light kiss on his temple.

When Draco woke up, he felt incredibly sore in places he didn’t even know he had. His hips felt like someone had yanked them apart, his legs felt rubbed raw, his chest felt like something had grabbed ahold of his skin and was pulling-

He sat up and grabbed his chest. Instead of the lightly toned muscle he expected to feel, he felt two round globes of squishy flesh. 

Then the memory hit him like a brick. He’d taken all the bloody potions in one fell swoop-and the resulting pain was from too many changes all at the same time. He felt like a lorry had run him over going full speed. 

In retrospect, it hadn’t been wise to down them all at once. He had only done it because he was afraid he would chicken out if he waited, but it wasn’t the best of choices. He’d likely be sore for some time because of that little stunt. 

The next thing he noticed was that he was having a hard time getting out of bed due to the belly he now supported. He was shocked to say the least; he hadn’t thought to tell Harry what all the potions were and he definitely didn’t think enough to put that one aside…

With nothing else for it, he somehow managed to get out of bed and shuffled towards the living room. He wasn’t ready to face Harry, but it was either that or stay in bed long enough that Harry would come to check on him and that would leave him at a disadvantage. 

To say that Harry was shocked was an understatement. He’d turned, babbling on about how he was happy Draco was finally awake, until he registered what he was seeing. 

His first reaction had been lust, immediately followed by shock at the belly and then confusion. 

“Draco?”

“Look, I can explain!” 

“By all means, please do.” Harry put down the kettle he’d been carrying on the coffee table and gestured to the couch for him to sit. He didn’t sound mad-a good start. Draco sat down where Harry had gestured to and made himself a cup of tea as he started explaining. 

“In my research I came across a series of potions pertaining to male pregnancy; one of which being a simulator potion. It mimics pregnancy, down to the last detail, for a month. You can pick different stages depending on how much of certain ingredients you use. I had forgotten to separate it before I drank them all.”

“So…you’re pregnant, but not?”

“Essentially. I wanted to know what it would be like before I gave myself a permanent womb. My thought was that if I don’t like the fake pregnancy, it won’t be an issue after a month and I’ll never have to think of it again.” Harry cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly at him. 

“Well I personally think it suits you.” Draco turned to him, stunned. “No, really. You’ve got a really nice glow about you. I like it. I like all of it, actually.”

Something stirred deep in Draco’s chest. It was stronger than hope, but he didn’t have a name for it. 

“Really?”

“Course I do. You’ve always been attractive, but the curves really make your figure stand out. You look more confident than I’ve ever seen; it’s attractive on you. And I really can’t wait to see how some of those dresses you like to wear are going to show off some of your new assets.” With that, Harry turned and went to go tend to the gardens outside leaving Draco smiling like a madman. 

When he gathered himself, he went to the bathroom and went straight to the mirror. What he saw made his jaw drop.

His chest wasn’t huge, by any means, but it was rather fetching with how the swell of his new breasts rose and fell with his breathing. He raised his hands and really felt the globes for the first time. They were larger than a handful for him but for someone with larger hands, like Harry’s, his mind supplied, they would be just slightly larger than a handful. His lips were fuller and not as thin as they had been before. It made his smile look all the more appealing. His eyelashes were thicker and darker, his hair was more of a golden blond with white streaks that almost reached halfway down his shoulder blades, and his face had filled out ever so slightly whilst his jaw was slightly less defined. All in all, he was more than pleased. 

And the belly. He’d aimed for just under eight months, but must have underestimated and landed somewhere around four or five months. Definitely far enough to tell. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to feel anything-after all, the book had said the potion would mimic pregnancy in every way possible, but he couldn’t help thinking that he hoped he’d feel at least one or two kicks within the next month. 

He went to get dressed and eyed his clothes. He wasn’t sure what to wear first-the lacey things were very nice but tended to cover more of him up whereas the solid fabrics had lower cuts and clung to his waistline. In the end he settled on an indigo blue linen dress that had a scoop neckline that barely revealed some cleavage. He paired it with a white fabric sash tied around his waist just above his bump. He admired himself in the mirror while debating the sash; it was lovely, but it did make his bump look much larger than it actually was. In the end he decided to keep the sash for the outfit. After all, if he were actually pregnant, he would want to show that off for as long as possible.

Draco must have fallen asleep on the couch because one moment he was admiring one of the houseplants and the next moment he could smell food and heard dishes being put down on the table. He sat up and yawned before his stomach rumbled. Harry rushed towards him and insisted on helping him up before guiding him to a table full of his favourite dishes. 

Draco dug in. He couldn’t manage more than a few bites of everything, but he utterly loved each and every bite. He thanked Harry for dinner and apologised for sleeping through all the prep, but Harry was having none of it. 

“Nonsense, you’re pregnant and bound to get tired-even if the pregnancy isn’t ‘real’ you’re still bound to be exhausted. I’m just glad you liked it!” Draco noticed Harry’s eyes linger on his belly and leaned back in his chair. 

He decided to take a chance and leaned back in his chair. “Would you like to feel it?”

Harry’s face turned bright red almost immediately. Nonetheless, he nodded and Draco motioned for him to come closer. Harry scooted his chair closer and reached out with his hands before stopping halfway. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the blond reached out and grasped his hands before pulling him closer to rest them on his stomach. 

Something that could only be described as astonishment and joy flashed by on his face as they both felt something move from within him.