Harry was on his third bowl of Chocolate Chip Mint ice cream while watching a muggle musical... masked figures, roses, and operas. it was both soppy and action filled. Just what Harry wanted. By the time Draco had arrived home from work, Harry was in tears. Hanging up his medical robe, Draco attended to his husband.
Hanging up his medical robe, Draco attended to his husband.
"What's wrong Love?"
"He loved her! He lived for her! And she chooses someone else... he is so lonely... no one should be that lonely."
"Harry, its fiction" he purred, pulling his mate closer.
"But he was so lonely...I don't want to be lonely."
"Love, I promised you a lifetime of companionship when I put that ring on your finger''
''But... I am going to be big...and sad...and angry..and slow!" With a sigh, Draco began to stoke Harry's hair, while the brunette snuggled into his chest.
"Have you spoken to Kingsley yet?" Draco whispered ten minutes, once Harry's sobs slowed.
he simply shook his head, breathing more deeply into his husband sent.
"You need to tell him! You know you can't do field work come March. I'll write the medical certificate if you want"
" I am your husband! not your patient!"
''Right now, you are both!"'
With a sniffle, Harry wiped his tears- flicked his wand... yet another bowel of mint icecream arrived in his hands
"Harry, you are going to ruin your dinner"
"Just try and take it off me. I dare you"
It was Draco rolling his eyes, that made Harry enter into a fit of giggles.
"How many bowls have you had?"
"Err...I think this is my fourth?"
"Harry, you can't consume sugar at such a high amount. It is not beneficial. I have told you before, all sugar does it boosts your energy levels up temporarily before it plummets"
"Draco... do not use your medical training on me. I've told you before! I am your husband! not your patient "
Draco, smirked "Look Love - I will continue lecturing you, until you take my advice"
Harry scrunched his nose, before throwing the empty ice cream bowl onto the coffee table and running into the bathroom, Slamming the door as he went. The noise of dry heaving clearly echoing through the halls. "You okay love?''
"This is your fault!" Harry yelled, before another sprout of vomit escaped his lips.
"You were the one who ate four bowls of mint ice cream!"
With that Harry tore the bathroom door open, a scowl on his face "you were the one who knocked me up"
"Love, you are 3 weeks pregnant. Nausea does not kick in tell week six"
"That's not what your mother said" Harry yelled back.
"My mother is female and their for had a traditional pregnancy. You are male. Your pregnancy is magical."
"Oh, for fuck sake Malfoy I am your husband! not your patient"'
