herumtreiber

Title: Paging Doctor Draco
Author

herumtreiber
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 1360
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff, humour, MPreg. Muggles and Seekers, oh my.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the rest belong to JK Rowling, I only play with them.
Beta: None
A/N: People draw startling conclusions about Draco.

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Say it with bears

Radiologist Carlotta Webb gingerly moved the transducer of the ultrasound scanner over Susan's belly; but when the green hospital gown slipped a bit, Carlotta jumped away.

"Something the matter, Carlotta?" Susan clutched the hem of the gown, a worried frown on her face. I hope nothing's wrong with my baby. That good for nothing Paul should be here with me!

Carlotta patted Susan's hand. "Nothing, dear! It's just that recently I've been having awful nightmares."

"What happens?"

"Well, I dream that I'm examining a patient." Carlotta moved the transducer whilst she typed the commands on the keyboards with her usual skill, though a bit tiredly. "She's quite alright and the scan goes smoothly, but then… there are stroboscopic lights just like in the clubs." Carlotta sighed nostalgically.

"Her gown slips and …"

"Yes?" Susan squirmed a bit due to the cool gel.

"She has bits like a man!"

Susan seized the opening like an eager ferret. "Carlotta, I think your subconscious is trying to tell you something about your job. You need to consult a psychiatrist. I've heard of a very good one."

Carlotta finished the scan and put the transducer on the table with a distant look in her eyes. "You might be right, Susan. I hadn't seen the obvious connection between the dream and my profession."

Then radiologist Webb smiled reassuringly at the redhead patient. "Everything's ok, Susan. The baby is healthy. I thought Paul would come with you?"

"He's working; you know how he is about his job."

While Susan put on her jeans and blouse, she continued talking. "This psychiatrist I'm telling you about? You might know him, Doctor Draco."

Carlotta accompanied her friend to the entrance, yawning discreetly. The recurring nightmares were affecting her sleep. "Haven't heard of him. Though the name seems oddly familiar."

Susan brushed aside a curl of her red hair that was falling on her left eye. "I googled the name, but nothing comes up. And it's quite unusual, Draco Malfoy."

Karen, the receptionist, looked up from her screen. "Draco Malfoy? He was here last week!"

Seeing Carlotta's puzzled expression, Karen hastened to explain. "When you hit your head and had a bout of amnesia?"

Karen turned to Susan, who was smiling delightedly. "Anyway, he was here with his lovely wife. Was a bit grouchy though, must be the pregnancy. She had a scan."

Susan's smile disappeared instantly. The redhead stared astounded at Karen, not believing her ears. Doctor Draco has a wife - a pregnant wife? What about poor Harry?

Unmindful of Susan's astonishment, Karen sighed entranced. "Mr. Malfoy is so thoughtful. He had to leave but he bought Mrs. Malfoy a cute plushie ferret."

Susan glared at the desk. What? The slut that took Doctor Draco away from Harry also gets the ferret? Those cheaters! If I find Doctor Draco I will…

The redhead muggle gripped the desk so fiercely her knuckles were white. I'll stuff that ferret down Draco's lying throat! And then I'll grab the furry animal by its tail and slap them silly with it, the Doctor and his slut!

Carlotta and Karen exchanged worried glances due to Susan's strange behaviour. They talked about the upcoming appointments whilst Susan was in turmoil. No wonder Harry binges like mad and is so fat! The poor dear must be devastated by his evil boyfriend's cheating ways. Perhaps Hermione would do him good?

The redhead shook her head fiercely. No, she is only enabling Harry's binging and she's obsessed with animals herself. What Harry needs is an honest man.

Susan smiled sweetly at the receptionist. "I've something to give Draco Malfoy. Can you tell me where he lives?"

Karen shook her head. "It's strange, the records we keep? They were erased that day. Have a backup in my flash drive, but it's somewhere in my apartment." Karen wrinkled her nose. "It's a bit untidy."

"Well, I think Draco urgently needs what I have to give him." Susan flexed her fist, essaying her most charming smile. "Tell you what, if you find his address, I'll buy a cup of coffee. Hell, I'll even buy you lunch!"

Karen nodded her assent distractedly because at that moment a very handsome brunet man entered the room.

He approached timidly the three women whilst Susan sized him up. This bloke's very fit and handsome. Obviously he's in the theatre, so he's not a doctor like lying Draco. Mmmh, those robes look nice on him.

"May I help you?" asked Karen

"I want to make an appointment for an ultra… sound?"

"Name of the patient?"

The man fidgeted with his robes, considering the question. He finally answered, "Weasley."

"First name?" Karen's fingers hung poised over the keyboard as she waited for the answer.

"George."

When the three women looked at him with raised eyebrows, the man hastened to add, "Err… Georgette of course."

"Your wife?"

The man laughed softly. "Merlin, no! I'm just a… friend."

Susan beamed at the man. How cute, he likes the show, too! And he's single, perfect for Harry. More importantly, he's not blond like Draco. I should think Harry is fed up with blonds.

Karen looked at her screen and moved the mouse to get to the next field. "Husband's name?"

"Err… Finnigan, Seamus Finnigan."

The man smiled boyishly. "By the way, my name is Neville Longbottom."

Susan touched her chin musingly. Harry Otter Longbottom, it has a certain ring to it. I like it.

Meanwhile Neville kept fingering the vial of the potion he and the twins developed to soften the effects of Obliviate.

Harry had told Luna about the incident with the radiologist, and the pregnant Luna insisted Neville should help with the situation. Besides, she wanted to have an ultrasound later on.

Neville drummed his fingers on the desk. "May I see the room where the examination will take place? I need to reassure George… I mean Georgette. She's quite peculiar you know."

"Sure! Come this way." Carlotta pointed the way to the examination room whilst Neville surreptitiously took out the potion vial.

"Do you frequent a special club?" asked the radiologist, eyeing Neville's black robes with a certain nostalgia.

Then Susan bid goodbye to the receptionist, not without leaving her cell number in case Karen found Draco's address.

Unaware of the storm coming his way, Draco sauntered in the hall of the building where Ron and Hermione had their apartment, holding Harry's hand.

Harry admonished Draco. "You shouldn't have cursed Robert."

"He made us late to the gala and called me ugly!" Draco pouted angrily.

"Still, you made him sparkle!"

"Only in the sun. The muggle had it coming." Draco added slyly, "He also called you fat."

Harry growled. "Don't remind me! He interrupted our bear time."

When Harry turned to look at him with a glint in his eyes, Draco sighed exasperatedly. I'm tired of Harry's fascination with my Animagus side. I can certainly understand that my animal magnetism is irresistible, but this is too much. Worse, Granger forbids me to retaliate and turn Harry into a black bunny.

Draco touched his wand nervously. Maybe Granger is right, it might hurt our daughter, Vulpecula Malfoy-Potter.

The blond smiled mischievously. But I can also have good, clean fun pranking Harry the Slytherin way.

Draco turned to his husband, feigning a worried expression. "Harry, haven't you wondered yet?"

Harry looked at Draco's frown with growing alarm. "About what?"

"Well, the baby has to come out somewhere," said Draco, trying not to snicker. The blond gazed meaningfully towards Harry's backside.

Harry gulped, his face blanching. "You don't mean to say…"

"I'm sorry, Harry. But the back way is the right way. I thought you already knew. Obviously those muggles that raised you didn't explain everything to you."

Harry glared at his husband, all thoughts of ferrets forgotten. "You're just taking the piss!"

Draco coughed, then he turned wounded eyes towards Harry. "Do you think I would stoop so low?"

Harry grabbed the doorknob to Hermione's apartment with trembling fingers. In all his scheming, he had never considered this.

Choosing godparents