#are you going to give me cursed prompts everytime I flirt with Yaz?

[pawfulsofmischief]

Did i see you do that fic game/trend or did I imagine it?

Anyway,

I wish you wrote a fic where it’s Umbridge x Filch pregnancy fluff 🥰

You did indeed see me do it. I'm regretting it now, but your wish is my command, love. 🥰️🖕Here's 1k words of Umbridge and Filch being *gags* fluffy. Or as fluffy as I can get it at 6am

The results were plain as day, staring Dolores right in the face as the soft wisps of magic floating in the air before her. The bright white word positive hung heavy, weighing on her more than she could have anticipated. She couldn't possibly be pregnant, she cast all the correct spells every time! Unless... did the spells not work because Argus was a squib? It was possible, magic didn't work the same with muggles and squibs. Perhaps that was what did it. The spells hadn’t worked as well on Argus because he was a squib, and now Dolores was pregnant. It couldn’t be far along, not with how the test spell had taken nearly a whole minute to decide, but she was sure of it. Pregnant. She had just become the headmistress however, had only just managed to oust Dumbledore from his position at Hogwarts. Could she really handle being pregnant on top of it all? Would she be able to deal with the changing hormones, mood swings, and morning sickness that came along with it? Dolores had always wanted to be a parent, to raise a child of her own that she could form into the perfect prodigy. She could set up arrangements during the summer for maternity leave too, if it came to it.

With a deep breath, Dolores summoned Argus to her office. She busied herself with going over a few pieces of paperwork that she had been meaning to get to before testing herself. It kept her mind off it until Argus was knocking on her door. “Come on,” she called in her usual sweet voice. The door opened to admit Argus, Mrs. Norris trailing in behind him just before the door shut. “What can I do for you, headmistress?” Argus asked, giving her a small, toothy smile before glancing up at all the portraits of the previous headmasters. Ah, yes, they didn’t need to hear this conversation. Dolores plucked up her wand and turned to flick it at the portraits, freezing and silencing them all. They would not be allowed to let this information get out before Dolores herself was the one to tell people. When she turned back to Argus, he gave her a leer, liking thinking this was going in a very different direction. “I have something we need to speak about, Argus.” Dolores leaned back in her wingback chair, clasping her hands over her lap. “Something quite important, actually.” She waved at the chair in front of her desk for him to sit. That changed Argus’s demeanor, a curious look appearing on his face as he did as she bid, sitting on the chair a bit awkwardly. Dolores suspected Dumbledore never let him sit in the office before. “What is it, my love?” he asked, a cautious sort of curiosity in his tone. “It’s… nothing bad,” Dolores began, forcing herself to keep his gaze. If he didn’t like it, then she would simply have to be a single mother, she supposed. If she decided to keep the child. “Something has simply come to my attention that I need to speak to you about.” He nodded, but otherwise stayed quiet, allowing her to take a moment to gather her wits. “I have… become aware that I am pregnant.” There was a long moment’s pause as Argus thought the information over. A little bead of worry was beginning to form in Dolores’s gut when he didn’t react at first, wondering if she really would have to do it alone. But then a smile slowly crept it’s way onto Argus’s lips, joyful surprise taking over his expression. “Pregnant, really?” He questioned softly, his usually dullish brown eyes lighting up at the news. “Are ye- Are ye gonna keep it?” Dolores felt her cheeks heat up slightly in a wave of relief. “I am… thinking about it, yes. Of course with all my current duties, it could cause a problem, but… Well I have always wanted to be a mother.” “Well, whatever ye decide,” Argus began, a bit slowly like he wasn’t entirely in agreement with his own words, “I’ll support ye.” Dolores smiled, softening a bit. She stood up and walked around to him, unable to help herself. Argus didn’t stand up, but he did straighten his posture a bit as she came to stand in front of him, staring up at her with wide, almost reverent eyes. “Thank you, Argus,” she said softly, cupping his rough cheeks lightly, “that means a great deal to me.” Dolores leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips, and he brought a hand up to rest on her hip and keep her steady. When she pulled back, Argus’s eyes flickered down to her stomach. Obviously she wouldn’t show for some time, but still he looked, almost hopeful. “You’d be a great mother,” he said, moving his hand on her hip to her stomach instead, gently caressing it. “A great mother indeed.” Dolores felt herself flush even more, glad he wasn’t looking at her face. “Yes, I would expect so. It is quite an intriguing idea, to have a child to raise as my own. A prodigy to teach the rest of their generation who the best is.” She smiled, resting her own hand on her stomach, next to Argus’s. He slipped his hand over onto hers, looking up at her again with his crooked, toothy smile. “A great child, just like their mother,” he whispered, his words as reverent as his eyes were. She couldn’t help herself as she leaned down and pressed another kiss to his lips. Argus pulled her closer, and she willingly allowed herself to be pulled down onto his lap. She drew back just enough to pull her wand out and throw a locking spell at her

office door, alongside a silencing spell. “Shall we celebrate?” Dolores asked impishly, smirking at Argus as his reverent look turned into a leer once more. Instead of replying, he leaned in to kiss her again. Perhaps they could do this, so long as they were in it together.

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