a/n: I thought of this because I thought of it. Hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: yaio

Mpreg

Disclaimer: I do now own Harry Potter.

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This was the fourth time this week that Draco had locked himself in the bathroom and hunched himself over to toilet for hours. Blaise had been keeping count and reminded Draco ,through the closed bathroom door, that it had only been Tuesday. He'd been throwing up two times a day and hadn't been able to keep his food down. It was worse than last week and Blaise suggested Draco go straight St. Mungos. But Draco refused. He'd had no doubt in what was wrong with him.

The door suddenly flung open, causing Blaise to jump out of the way. The image of the friend dampened his day considerably. Draco was not just pale, he appeared to be ghastly white. His hair and skin had been drenched with his constant sweating, and his polo was completely soaked. He had a towel over his mouth, grasping it tightly. And if that wasn't bad enough, his mood swings were constant. One moment he'd be calm and silent, which wasn't Draco at all, then the next he'd be yelling at Blaise for no apparent reason.

"You know Draco, I don't think going to classes today would be such a good idea. You'll be vomiting the whole day," Blaise insisted as he rushed to Draco's side. Draco shoved Blaise off, only to Blaise's dismay. Draco was being stubborn again, something he'd been doing much more often. "Shove off Blaise!" Draco shouted, his voice muffled by the towel, "I know what I'm doing." Blaise sighed. If Draco left this unattended, this was bound to get serious.

"Why are you being so stubborn? Just go to St. Mungos, I'm sure they can help" Blaise again insisted. Draco replied to this with a full blown eye roll, "Hmm, let's see about that Blaise. The instant they see my arm, they're most likely kick me out and report me for suspicious behavior." Blaise sighed at the memory of the events that took place near months ago.

The war, Harry, Voldemort and the Dark Mark. The mark stained the host permanently, not even the strongest magik seemed to be able to remove it. It was just a reminder of the war and things that they were forced to do and relieve. Or at least Draco relived them, but only in his dreams. Blaise was used to hearing Draco scream at night, as was Pansy. Since the war had ended, she'd become much more attentive towards him, and once discovering his condition, she rarely left his site. Sneaking in the boys dormitory was a complicated task, but she'd always found some way to pull it off. She'd always made excuses for why Draco wasn't in class and had always helped him whenever he'd felt too sick to go to classes.

"Fine, fine," Blaise said, "why not just ask your parents for some help, you know they would." Draco sighed a sigh of annoyance, "Because Blaise, just as I've said earlier, my father is sick, very sick, and my mother is doing all she can do for him. And to make matters worse, Potter's child? Why would they even bother after they'd found that out?" "Because they're your parents, they don't care if it's Harry's child or not. You're their son, and they love you more than anything, they'll get sad if you hide things like this from them," Blaise retorted. "Well," Draco said, removing the towel and walking back to the bathroom, "I don't care; I don't need to stress them anymore, my father's magik was drained since the war and his sickness isn't making things better."

Blaise nodded. He could now hear the sink water running which indicated that Draco was brushing his teeth. Blaise walked towards the bathroom and knocked on the frame. "What?" Draco asked, still brushing his teeth.

With much hesitation, Blaise gathered up as much courage as possible and asked the 'forbidden' question, "Why don't you just tell Harry the truth?"

For a short while, it was silent, and then Draco began to choke on the toothpaste. Blaise again rushed to his friend's side, this time remaining. He really had no idea what to do while Draco choked. Where would he grab him, and would hitting his back only hurt him more? His stomach…no, that was a bad idea.

Fortunately for Blaise, Draco breathed again and all was at peace, but that was short lived. As soon as Draco had finally rinsed his mouth, he'd turned towards Blaise with full furry. His eyes were literally on fire and he was turning red.

"Tell Harry the truth?" Draco had started off quietly, and then he'd repeated it, "TELL HARRY THE TRUTH!" Blaise should've known this would've ignited something that was slowly dying. Draco neared Blaise at a extraordinary pace, and Blaise took a visible step back. "He doesn't even know Blaise! What "truth" am I supposed to tell him," Draco spat out sarcastically, "he doesn't even want to see me! He hates me Blaise! Hates me!" His voice lessened at the last line and a hint of sadness floated about it. Blaise sighed. Draco was confused, so very confused.

Blaise hated to see his best friend like this.

"Fine, fine, we don't have to tell him, but can we, meaning Pansy and I, take you to St. Mungos, please?" Blaise asked for the hundredth time, "We want to see both of you alive in the end." This last line seemed to warm Draco's broken heart. With a weak smile, he nodded, "Fine…you wouldn't stop asking until I said yes, right?" Blaise nodded, "Right."

"After school then, but first we need to ask Pansy," Draco said, tying his tie around his neck. "Already did," Blaise replied with a light chuckle, "See ya in a bit." And with that, Blaise disappeared into the school leaving Draco in the room alone.

He slowly trailed in front of the full bodied mirror to face himself. With a sigh, he put his hand over his abdomen and lightly rubbed it. To his dismay, he could feel a small bump forming in the area. He closed his eyes rubbed his head. Class would be starting anytime now. Breakfast usually lasted longer than it did today, and he was lucky Blaise had decided to skip just for him. The two had told Pansy that she should eat.

Pansy been staying up with Draco for months now and it was obviously that this was all eating away at her. Draco and Blaise had been deeply concerned for her health; she'd cared so much about the two. She'd reminded Draco of his parents. Both were fading away, his father faster than his mother.

He quickly pushed these grim thoughts to the back of his mind and searched for a vest he could wear. Besides, he didn't want Harry to catch a glimpse of what lay under his shirt, what would he even say? At the moment, Draco didn't care. Harry had left him without even giving him a chance to speak, and naturally, everyone followed Harry. Well, not everyone, there were those who still helped, and Draco would need to consult them before he left for St. Mungo's after school. Until then, he'd brave the day out, praying to himself that he didn't vomit anymore.

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I had really planned for this chapter to be shorter than usual. Please review, I don't mind what kind of feedback you give me, just allow it to be helpful. I've been thinking of this throughout the day, and maybe I'll continue or maybe not, I'm working on an unrelated story at the moment, so hopefully I'll get back to this. Until then, have a nice week and God bless!