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lightofdaye) wrote2023-04-08 01:22 pm
lightofdaye) wrote2023-04-08 01:22 pm
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Fic: ...And Find Out (Harry/Pansy)
Title: … And Find Out
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: ~1,100
Content: Accidental Pregnancy, discussion of abortion
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Pansy appears at Harry's door with unexpected news
A/n: Repost of a piece written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hp_bunintheoven's 2023 Pregnancy Fest. For the prompt: "H1 - Harry accidentally gets her pregnant". Thanks to torino10154 for suggesting doing the prompt and beta reading the result.
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Harry Potter was just thinking about making a cup of tea when there was a firm rapping on the front door of his flat. Harry frowned for a moment and then the knock repeated itself. He got to his feet and softly padded across the room to the door, pulling his wand out of his pocket as he did so. He wasn’t paranoid but he wasn’t in the safest line of work and he wasn’t expecting visitors.
He opened the door on the chain and peered out.
“Hello?” he said.
“Potter,” said a woman’s voice from the other side. “We need to talk.”
Harry frowned. It had taken him a moment to recognise the witch. She was nearly as tall as he was with pale skin and dark flowing hair. Her grey eyes fixed him with a steely gaze. Perhaps it was because Pansy Parkinson was dressed in loose, casual clothing that was throwing him off. The last time he’d seen her she’d been dressed to the nines… for the most part.
“All right, come inside,” he said, opening the door all the way and ushering her in.
“That’s the problem,” Pansy muttered.
“What?” Harry said, absent-mindedly not really listening. Feeling he ought to do the thing properly, he picked up his firewhisky and poured a gulp into a pair of tumblers, laying them out on the table.
Pansy threw herself into the seat opposite as Harry settled into his armchair.
“I’m late.”
“Well… I wasn’t actually expecting you so...” Harry trailed off. It had only been half of a joke but Pansy looked entirely unamused.
“I’m late,” she repeated, glaring at him as if it was his fault.
Something went click in Harry’s brain. As an Auror, he had something of a poker face which kept his reaction down to a small start and flutter of emotion that passed over his face.
Then he went completely and utterly still.
“Potter, do you think that if you don’t move I can’t see you?” Pansy said tartly after a few seconds.
“You mean late as in… ah, cycle-wise?”
“I should have had a period three weeks ago. Draco’s wedding was six weeks ago,” Pansy said.
Harry nodded jerkily. Draco Malfoy’s wedding. Well, he’d invited Harry, equal parts showing off his rehabilitation to the wizarding word and showing off his perfect relationship to Harry. Pansy had been there as well and had been equally unamused at the nuptials of Astoria Greengrass to whom she had always assumed was her own intended. They’d met, they’d drank and one thing lead to another in a fiery heat of mutual hot envy that lasted one night.
He’d not seen her again until now.
“And...” Harry said trying and failing to pick his word’s carefully. “You’re sure?”
“You don’t want to know, how many tests I’ve taken,” Pansy said snippily.
“I mean more, are you sure it’s mine?” Harry blushed. “I... ah… was using a protective potion when we... um.”
“So was I,” Pansy snapped. “They’re not perfect, you know. Or hell, maybe they cancel each other out or something, I don’t know. There hasn’t been anyone else if that’s what you’re trying to imply.”
Harry held up his hands and Pansy settled down a bit still glaring. He reached out, picked up the tumbler of firewhisky and downed it in one. He paused for a moment and then picked up Pansy’s untouched glass as well and brought it back to his side of the table.
“Tea for you, I think,” he said waving his wand in the direction of his kettle.
Pansy snorted.
“Disbelief to overprotection in five seconds flat. I can’t believe I came here for this.”
“Why are you here?” Harry said, the shock and numbness was dying away now and replaced with a mixture of gathering joy, leavened by suspicion, doubt and worry.
“We need to talk about this and what we want to do about it.”
“Do? You mean...” Harry swallowed harshly and made himself continue. “Are you going to keep it?”
“I don’t know,” Pansy replied. “Look, if I knew I definitely didn’t want this, you never would have even heard about it, right?”
It was a bitter taste in Harry’s mouth but he nodded. It tallied with what he expected, or what he thought he would have expected if he’d even thought about it.
“I…” Harry again had to make himself speak he had barely talked about this with people he’d been in actual relationships with let alone Pansy Parkinson. “… want kids. I really do. Not sure I’ll be much of a parent though, my childhood examples… weren’t much of an example.”
“That could describe me as well,” Pansy said with a shrug. “My parents are still around though.”
“Okay, well it sounds like we’re keeping it… keeping them,” Harry said, a weird swooping feeling filling his stomach, joy and butterflies combined as the possibilities became something more certain.
“I suppose we are.” Pansy’s steely eyes had faded to something more like fog or mist, her entire countenance had softened indefinably. “Now, just to be clear. I’m not asking you for money, Potter, and we’re not in a relationship... exactly.”
“Right, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind,” Harry said.
Pansy gave him a sceptical look.
“No, really! My brain’s still frozen back at ‘I’m late’,” Harry said. “Marriage was so far down the list of priorities.”
“Well, I’m not forcing you to marry me at wandpoint or anything,” Pansy said. “My father might try to but you’re an Auror, I expect you to be able to fend him off reasonably easy.”
Harry was surprised to find a rusty chuckle burst from his lips.
“Right, well, that’s all settled then,” Pansy said and she leapt to her feet. “I’ll be off then. I’ll keep in touch.”
Harry’s stomach emptied, the mixed emotions settling on sadness at seeing her go.
“Ah,” he said, uncertainly. “That tea should be ready any second. You don’t need to go just yet, surely?”
“We just said we’re not in a relationship, Potter,” Pansy said severely.
“Not like a romantic one,” Harry said, “but if we’re going to be um… co-parenting, I guess, we’re going to have to know each other. It can’t hurt to be friends, after all.”
Pansy looked like she rather doubted it but she sat back down as a tray laden with teapot, mugs and an assortment of biscuits floated towards them out of the kitchen.
Harry had no idea what the future held but he was determined to give this his best shot.
“And I think maybe… you should call me Harry, okay?” he said with a smile.
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: ~1,100
Content: Accidental Pregnancy, discussion of abortion
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Pansy appears at Harry's door with unexpected news
A/n: Repost of a piece written for
hp_bunintheoven's 2023 Pregnancy Fest. For the prompt: "H1 - Harry accidentally gets her pregnant". Thanks to torino10154 for suggesting doing the prompt and beta reading the result.---
Harry Potter was just thinking about making a cup of tea when there was a firm rapping on the front door of his flat. Harry frowned for a moment and then the knock repeated itself. He got to his feet and softly padded across the room to the door, pulling his wand out of his pocket as he did so. He wasn’t paranoid but he wasn’t in the safest line of work and he wasn’t expecting visitors.
He opened the door on the chain and peered out.
“Hello?” he said.
“Potter,” said a woman’s voice from the other side. “We need to talk.”
Harry frowned. It had taken him a moment to recognise the witch. She was nearly as tall as he was with pale skin and dark flowing hair. Her grey eyes fixed him with a steely gaze. Perhaps it was because Pansy Parkinson was dressed in loose, casual clothing that was throwing him off. The last time he’d seen her she’d been dressed to the nines… for the most part.
“All right, come inside,” he said, opening the door all the way and ushering her in.
“That’s the problem,” Pansy muttered.
“What?” Harry said, absent-mindedly not really listening. Feeling he ought to do the thing properly, he picked up his firewhisky and poured a gulp into a pair of tumblers, laying them out on the table.
Pansy threw herself into the seat opposite as Harry settled into his armchair.
“I’m late.”
“Well… I wasn’t actually expecting you so...” Harry trailed off. It had only been half of a joke but Pansy looked entirely unamused.
“I’m late,” she repeated, glaring at him as if it was his fault.
Something went click in Harry’s brain. As an Auror, he had something of a poker face which kept his reaction down to a small start and flutter of emotion that passed over his face.
Then he went completely and utterly still.
“Potter, do you think that if you don’t move I can’t see you?” Pansy said tartly after a few seconds.
“You mean late as in… ah, cycle-wise?”
“I should have had a period three weeks ago. Draco’s wedding was six weeks ago,” Pansy said.
Harry nodded jerkily. Draco Malfoy’s wedding. Well, he’d invited Harry, equal parts showing off his rehabilitation to the wizarding word and showing off his perfect relationship to Harry. Pansy had been there as well and had been equally unamused at the nuptials of Astoria Greengrass to whom she had always assumed was her own intended. They’d met, they’d drank and one thing lead to another in a fiery heat of mutual hot envy that lasted one night.
He’d not seen her again until now.
“And...” Harry said trying and failing to pick his word’s carefully. “You’re sure?”
“You don’t want to know, how many tests I’ve taken,” Pansy said snippily.
“I mean more, are you sure it’s mine?” Harry blushed. “I... ah… was using a protective potion when we... um.”
“So was I,” Pansy snapped. “They’re not perfect, you know. Or hell, maybe they cancel each other out or something, I don’t know. There hasn’t been anyone else if that’s what you’re trying to imply.”
Harry held up his hands and Pansy settled down a bit still glaring. He reached out, picked up the tumbler of firewhisky and downed it in one. He paused for a moment and then picked up Pansy’s untouched glass as well and brought it back to his side of the table.
“Tea for you, I think,” he said waving his wand in the direction of his kettle.
Pansy snorted.
“Disbelief to overprotection in five seconds flat. I can’t believe I came here for this.”
“Why are you here?” Harry said, the shock and numbness was dying away now and replaced with a mixture of gathering joy, leavened by suspicion, doubt and worry.
“We need to talk about this and what we want to do about it.”
“Do? You mean...” Harry swallowed harshly and made himself continue. “Are you going to keep it?”
“I don’t know,” Pansy replied. “Look, if I knew I definitely didn’t want this, you never would have even heard about it, right?”
It was a bitter taste in Harry’s mouth but he nodded. It tallied with what he expected, or what he thought he would have expected if he’d even thought about it.
“I…” Harry again had to make himself speak he had barely talked about this with people he’d been in actual relationships with let alone Pansy Parkinson. “… want kids. I really do. Not sure I’ll be much of a parent though, my childhood examples… weren’t much of an example.”
“That could describe me as well,” Pansy said with a shrug. “My parents are still around though.”
“Okay, well it sounds like we’re keeping it… keeping them,” Harry said, a weird swooping feeling filling his stomach, joy and butterflies combined as the possibilities became something more certain.
“I suppose we are.” Pansy’s steely eyes had faded to something more like fog or mist, her entire countenance had softened indefinably. “Now, just to be clear. I’m not asking you for money, Potter, and we’re not in a relationship... exactly.”
“Right, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind,” Harry said.
Pansy gave him a sceptical look.
“No, really! My brain’s still frozen back at ‘I’m late’,” Harry said. “Marriage was so far down the list of priorities.”
“Well, I’m not forcing you to marry me at wandpoint or anything,” Pansy said. “My father might try to but you’re an Auror, I expect you to be able to fend him off reasonably easy.”
Harry was surprised to find a rusty chuckle burst from his lips.
“Right, well, that’s all settled then,” Pansy said and she leapt to her feet. “I’ll be off then. I’ll keep in touch.”
Harry’s stomach emptied, the mixed emotions settling on sadness at seeing her go.
“Ah,” he said, uncertainly. “That tea should be ready any second. You don’t need to go just yet, surely?”
“We just said we’re not in a relationship, Potter,” Pansy said severely.
“Not like a romantic one,” Harry said, “but if we’re going to be um… co-parenting, I guess, we’re going to have to know each other. It can’t hurt to be friends, after all.”
Pansy looked like she rather doubted it but she sat back down as a tray laden with teapot, mugs and an assortment of biscuits floated towards them out of the kitchen.
Harry had no idea what the future held but he was determined to give this his best shot.
“And I think maybe… you should call me Harry, okay?” he said with a smile.