herumtreiber

Title: 4 zombies and a wedding
Author

herumtreiber
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 1255
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff, humour, MPreg.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the rest belong to JK Rowling, I only play with them.
Summary: Draco meets a redheaded muggle whilst Harry plots.

Table of contents

The perils of the web

Draco Apparated to the middle of an alley. He was breathing rapidly and he was so nervous that he didn't think to put on the Cloak. He raised his eyes to the clear sky. Merlin, save my family from the voracious maws of the zombies! If you do, I'll gladly let Harry tie a string around my ferret belly and bounce me up and down like a yo-yo!

The blond looked around, wondering where Harry was. He decided to use the bond he shared with Harry. Its magic called to him like a strong breeze promising relief from the sweltering heat of a day spent chasing Snitches. It pointed to the north.

Draco ran but soon found his path blocked by an ornate wrought iron gate that closed the alley. Its centre was an oval about 15 inches wide, the door's motifs were interlaced fleur-de-lis.

Draco took out his wand, intent on Vanishing the pesky obstacle that barred the way to his husband, but then he realised that there were a lot of Muggles on the other end of the alley. He had to be discreet because he didn't want to Obliviate all of them.

Fondly recalling McGonagall and her lessons so long ago, Draco swished his wand energetically and transfigured the centre of the gate into soft, pink-coloured fabric. The blond grabbed it and easily twisted the oval, opening the gate and wincing at the creaking sound it made.

Draco ran to the end of the alley, holding in his hand the soft transfigured lock. He glanced at it, frowning when he saw the fleur-de-lis bunched and twisted. Should have paid more attention in class, but I was too busy looking at Harry.

He remembered the Cloak and put it on his shoulder. His training as an Unspeakable urged him to go incognito in this rescue mission. He took out the Polyjuice vial.

Draco threw the object on the ground and rushed to the place where he sensed Harry.

A minute later, a policeman noticed the pink thing lying there. He gingerly picked it up and narrowed his eyes, studying the colour. He took out his mobile and called his superior in the Palace. "Don't worry about Princess Beatrice's lost hat. I found a replacement."

Luna was rubbing her belly, observing intently the Muggles that crowded the street. Neville was beside her, holding her hand and whistling a muggle tune.

Blaise scowled at the couple, muttering about crazy Ravenclaws.

Luna lifted her strange eyeglasses and smiled at the irritated Slytherin. "Don't worry, Blaise. We'll finish soon and then we can return to Pansy. I bet she's waiting for you."

Blaise smirked whilst he gently took Luna's glasses. "Just as long as I can try that potion she's preparing."

Luna gazed dreamily at the Slytherin. "Wish I could take it too, I want to know my Animagus form." She rubbed softly her prominent belly. "But I can't risk it while I'm pregnant."

Blaise crossed his arms, huffing. "Why are we here, Luna?"

The former Ravenclaw stood on her tiptoes and took her glasses back. "We're here to watch the pucklehuns."

Blaise growled. "And these are?"

"Magical one-horned beasts. They look a bit like striped squirrels. They come out when princes get married, the last time I saw them was…"

"Ouch!" Neville cried out, rubbing the back of his head. "Something bit me!"

Luna smirked at a point just behind Neville. "Don't worry, Neville. It was just an invisible dragon intent on protecting his mate."

Blaise sniggered. "You're crazy, Luna. There are no such things!"

Luna rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the street where the bride would arrive presently.

In the outside café, Viktor Krum toyed with the napkin which held the dialogue Hermione had written for him. "Why are you so sad, Harry?"

Due to the time he'd spent playing for Puddlemere United, Krum had perfected his accent to the point it was hardly noticeable.

Harry moped into his halibut and chocolate ice cream. "Draco doesn't love me anymore!"

"Why?"

"He told me to kiss you. I'm sure he finds me too fat!"

Just two tables from them, a certain redheaded muggle woman watched with interest the two striking brunets. Susan sipped daintily from her espresso, hefting her Kindle on her other hand. Her gaze drifted between her copy of Resident Evil and the two men.

Susan was happy to see Harry with another man, but she doubted that the tall man with close-cropped hair was the right one for Harry, because he appeared to be crying into his ice cream.

At that moment a waiter came up to the table. "Excuse me, madam, but since all the tables are full due to the wedding, could this gentleman sit here?" The waiter pointed towards a tall, thin brunet man.

Susan looked up at the newcomer and beamed, patting the chair next to her. "Sure! Come sit by my side, Neville!"

"You know him… I mean, me?" said the polyjuiced Draco as he sat down gingerly.

"You don't remember we met at Carlotta's?"

Draco nodded nervously and gazed around the crowded café. When he saw Harry sitting in front of Krum, he glared at his husband, seemingly forgetting about the zombie menace.

Susan fidgeted, knowing this was the perfect opportunity to exercise her match-making abilities. She started making small talk, waving her arms towards the crowded street. "Isn't it a wonderful day for a Royal wedding?"

The blond decided to use the peppy muggle woman as a source of information about the zombie outbreak. But he was also extremely curious - and jealous - about Harry meeting Krum. He discreetly took out his wand and a toffee, casting an Unspeakable spell that would record the conversation on that table into the sweet.

Having finished the spell, Draco put his wand inside his pocket, grumbling. "That muggle prince has it easy!"

Susan lifted her eyebrows. "Ah! So you're anti-monarchist then."

Draco lifted an eyebrow, sneering. "No. But I'm sure his wife won't be toting him around under her arm like a teddy bear, threatening to wear him like a mink stole!"

Susan laughed softly. "You're so funny, Neville! I bet you could make someone very happy."

Harry was lackadaisically eating his treat when he did a double take, seeing Neville glaring heatedly at Krum's head. He narrowed his eyes, observing his demeanour - the set of his shoulders and his uncharacteristic sneer weren't very Neville-like.

Grinning in victory, Harry thought that his plan had come to fruition and discreetly kicked Viktor's leg.

The Bulgarian looked up from his coffee. "Vat?"

"You were asking me about the pregnancy, Viktor?"

"I vas?"

Harry pointed at the napkin with Hermione's handwriting. Viktor arched an eyebrow and grabbed it. Unfortunately it was soggy with coffee and hardly legible.

Viktor spread it and frowned, trying to make out the words. "You are feeling…. well? How did you …. get…. preg…?" The Seeker stared intently at the napkin whilst Harry rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile, Draco was trying to charm the redheaded muggle. "Your hair is so brilliantly red. It reminds me of a Kneazle in the sun."

Susan frowned, puzzled by Neville's quirky mind. "Really?"

A waiter approached the next table, delicately holding a plate with a tall glass holding a drink which had a maraschino cherry and a thin slice of lemon. With a flourish, the man put it upon the table. "Here's your zombie, sir."

Hearing those words, Draco jumped and hastily took out his wand.

The zombies and the bees