A/N: Yay! It's the much-awaited sequel to Unwell!

Oh, wait. 'Fries' is the American word for chips, like the kind that you buy at McDonald's. Hello, British readers and/or anyone who didn't know that!

This first chapter picks up from the morning after the last scene in chapter eleven of Unwell.

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Harry gave a soft sigh as he watched Draco's sleeping face. Long, fair eyelashes rested on pale cheekbones. A pink mouth opened slightly and blonde eyebrows furrowed as Draco muttered 'Gnrgh' in his sleep. One pale hand curled and uncurled slowly, inches from Harry's face. Draco's barely rounded belly moved in rhythmic breathing.

Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to Draco's hand, then reluctantly slid out of bed and headed for the shower.

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"Maybe he's back with Cho."

"That's not likely."

"Snape?"

"He's dead."

"So?"

"Ron!"

"What?"

"Somehow, I don't think Harry left Ginny and James to go and… Ew, with Snape's corpse? Ron, that's gross! Don't shrug at me like that! Stop smirking."

"Smirking… Smirking like Malfoy?"

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Harry stepped out of the shower and wrapped a green towel around himself. Was it his imagination, or was everything in this house green?

Sighing, he pulled on a shirt and a pair of slacks. He threw on his (green) robes, unlocked the bathroom door, and went back into the bedroom.

Heaving a sigh at the mountain of blankets that covered a pregnant Draco, he shook his head and headed for the kitchen.

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"You're obsessed, Ron."

Hermione was sitting cross-legged on the kitchen table as Ron paced back and forth in the lounge room.

"Well, look, if Ginny won't tell us, and we don't know where Harry is, we have to figure it out ourselves, don't we?"

"And you had to wake me up at six a.m. to help you figure out something that's hardly our business?"

"It is our business," Ron huffed, pointing a finger at Hermione. "Ginny's my sister, James is my nephew, and Harry is our best friend. It's like a mystery: why did Harry leave Ginny?"

"If she's anything like you're being right now, I don't see why he wouldn't, truthfully."

Ron scowled, "I thought you liked this sort of thing. It's like second year all over again. Except, you know, you don't turn into a cat woman, and you're not paralyzed by some massive snake."

"Yes, Ron, it's exactly like second year, because we're still twelve years old, and the answer will, of course, be in the Hogwarts library."

Ron appeared to miss the sarcasm in her voice.

"That's it!" he yelled, clicking his fingers. "The pipes!"

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The early morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains on the kitchen windows. Harry yawned and sat on the table to drink his coffee.

A noise from the doorway behind him made him turn.

"You're up early," Harry yawned. Draco shrugged and padded towards the coffee maker, his blonde hair completely mussed up. Harry thought this was strange; when Draco was asleep a minute ago, his hair looked fine.

"Coffee," Draco said mournfully, pointing at the empty coffee pot. Harry smirked and tried to hide his steaming (green) mug behind his back.

Draco scowled and ran his hands through his hair, making it even messier. Harry grinned and said, "You're picking up on my bad habits."

"I am not," Draco said indignantly, messing up his hair even more.

"Yeah, you are," Harry replied, taking a sip of coffee. Draco glared at him.

Harry slid off the table and pulled a glaring Draco into a hug. Draco crossed his arms, his face smushed into the front of Harry's robes, and said, "I'm not picking up on your bad habits. I'm not turning into you. God forbid there be two Potters in the world; isn't the world bad enough as it is?"

Harry blinked.

"I love you," he said suddenly, cupping Draco's chin. "You know that, right?"

Draco groaned, "So you haven't got a comeback-"

The rest of the sentence was cut off by Harry's mouth. Harry spun them round and pinned Draco to the table, his hands sliding up Draco's shirt as he did. Draco moaned; they hadn't kissed like this since… Since… Well, ever.

Suddenly Harry swore and broke away.

"What now?" Draco snapped, irritated. Actually, it was hard for him to be mad at Harry, because Harry's cheeks were flushed and his lips looked utterly bruised.

Harry shrugged and pulled his Muggle mobile out of his pocket. The screen was flashing and it was vibrating and making annoying noises. The screen read Ron & Hermione.

Harry glanced at the phone, then turned and opened a window. Before Draco could say anything, Harry had thrown the phone out of the window.

They paused in silence while the phone fell three floors to the sidewalk, where it met its demise with a crunch. Harry slammed the window shut.

"Now, where were we?" he said, turning back to Draco.

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A/N: I love moodswing!Draco (: