Harry doesn’t know why his husband still buys the Prophet. It’s a total rag. But Draco has a routine. He reads it over a cup of black coffee, muttering and scowling and quoting the worst bits at Harry, and when he’s finished, he drinks the last drops and then Incendio’s the offending tabloid with a satisfied smirk. Today Draco breaks routine and sets the thing on fire before he’s had more than two sips. He plants a kiss on Harrys lips and then drops down to kiss Harry’s swollen belly too, whispering, “We’ll show those arseholes. Your Daddy’s going to be the best Minister the Wizarding World’s ever seen.” Harry laughs and gets to work on his draft Equal Opportunities for Wix in the Workplace bill. He’s got a long road ahead of him, but with Draco by his side, he feels he can achieve anything. He pats his belly. Didn’t they create this tiny life growing and kicking inside him, after all?
Gorgeous! It’s everything I love about @maesterchill’s creativity—bold, stylish, clever, funny, insightful, and cutting straight to the heart of the characters with a generous helping of compassion and commitment to challenging prejudices ❤️
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