Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A. N. This is a ONEShot about how Tom and Harry are in their relationship. You can pick if you want it to be during peacetime, war, or really anything else that I didn't mention.
I laid on the bed and laid on my stomach as I tried to win the battle over my stomach. I felt like I was about to puke. I lifted my shirt up and started trying to massage my stomach to help. I soon gave up and just hoped I didn't puke and covered my mouth.
I barely registered the shower turning off until the bed dipped and a hand rested on my stomach. I felt warmth spread from the touch. I moaned. A hand slipped under my neck and the thumb made circles on my neck.
A bad taste went in my mouth and I ran to the bathroom as quick as I could. He followed and pulled my hair away from my face as I puked my dinner up in the toilet. When I was done he simply handed me my toothbrush and I brushed my teeth quickly.
I was exhausted. I barely managed a few bites down at dinner of my mashed potatoes and meatloaf. I tried to hide it though. I just was not hungry at all and had to force myself to eat. I changed out of my clothes and put on some boxers before slipping under the covers not giving a shit about the fact it was only 9:13.
When I woke up and was sick again, my lover, Tom, called Healer Wisty to see what was wrong with me. After a few scans she straightened up and called Tom back in the room. She had a grin on her face.
"I have good news for you two." she said.
"Well what is it?" Tom hurried to say.
"Harry here is pregnant." the words barely left her mouth before Tom sank into the chair behind him and just stared at my stomach as if it had sprouted a little pink leprechaun that was drinking tequila while singing a crude drinking song.
I just smiled and laid my hand on my stomach, glad my suspicions were correct. I was amazed that I was going through a miracle of nature. I thought back to what all past teachers of mine in the muggle world said.
Healer Wisty left then and Tom stumbled to the bed and wrapped himself around me, keeping his arms to my stomach.
"Hey Tom?" I asked turning my face up to look at him.
He gave me a kiss and raised an eyebrow as he asked, "What Harry?"
I smirked. "You realize I will soon have the grossest cravings every soon right? And that my hormones will be acting wonky? And I'll have crazy mood swings?"
Tom looked terrified. I just laughed at him.