Chapter 2: Chapter 1 - Realizations
Author's Notes: Well, great start to posting, my apologies. I had wanted to get this chapter posted I think either Monday past or the Monday before, But Real Life is a bitch and has a bad habbit off popping up when you don't want it to. But here we are again, with the second chapter, so I hope you enjoy!
A lurch of the stomach is what woke Harry in the early hours of the morning, a lurch that was threatening to let Harry's dinner make a reappearance. Harry groaned and threw back the bed covers, making his way hurriedly to the bathroom to reacquaint himself with the porcelain throne.
The end of the year had come and gone, meaning that it was now the summer holidays, and, Harry would soon start his last year at Hogwarts. Harry threw open the toilet lid and preceded to throw up his stomach contents.
This- throwing up in the mornings- hadn't started 'til he left the Dursley's for the Burrow and that had been about two weeks ago.
His stomach had nothing left, but he kept heaving, trying to throw up his lungs… or his brain, which ever came first. He felt a hand start rubbing at his back, another common occurrence in the Weasley household in the wee hours of the morning. Usually Ron.
Finally, his stomach deemed the damage he had done worthy of a rest… for now. He flushed the throne, and rested his forehead on the rim.
'Feelin' any better today?' Ron asked hopefully through a yawn, not stopping in rubbing Harry's back. Harry sighed.
'No. If anything, it's getting worse. And I'm getting fat! How the hell can that happen? I hardly eat anything, and when I do, I just throw it all back up!' Ron raised an eyebrow at his best friend.
'You? Fat? Ha! What a laugh.' Harry glared at him as Ron helped him up.
'As a matter of fact I have gained a notch of my belt in size thank you,' Ron rolled his eyes at the back of Harry's head.
'What ever you say. Now how about going back to bed hm?' Harry nodded and yawned, curling up back in bed.
'Night Ron,' Harry muttered sleepily, snuggling against his pillow. Before Ron could blink, he was back to sleep. Ron smiled and brushed the hair away from Harry's eyes.
'How's he doing?' came a tired voice from the bedroom doorway. Ron looked up and found Hermione standing there, tying a bathrobe on. Ron stood and walked over to her leaning on the doorframe.
'I'm worried about him Herm, he told me he was getting fat about five minutes ago!' Hermione's eyes widened.
'Wha- you don't think that-'
'That's the thing, I don't know what to think.' Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 'The timing sounds about right with the morning sickness, but he's already complaining about getting fat and it's only been what? Two months? Herm, do you think you could--?'
'Look for some answers? Of course. What else am I good for after all?' she said. Ron grinned.
'Well I could think of a couple of other reasons-'
'Oh hush you! God, can men think only of sex?'
'… And food…' Hermione rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek.
'I'll see what I can find out ok?'
'Thanks Hermione.' Ron turned around and leaned on the door frame, keeping a close eye in his sleeping best friend. Hermione smiled affectionately at her boyfriend's back. There was a bond between the two that not even she could break through… if she had ever wanted to. They have something special and no-one or nothing was going to break it. She left then, heading to her room to go and find out what she could for her best friend and boyfriend.
'Malfoy had better be ready when I see him,' Ron muttered as he watched Harry sleep peacefully.
Harry groaned as consciousness over took him again.
Well, I don't feel like being sick, he thought to himself as he sat up, scratching his head and yawning. He looked at his watch.
11.45am. Hm, I better get up and get something to eat so I've actually got something to throw up later. Harry got out of bed and stretched, looking for a clean shirt and his jeans. There was a knock at the door.
'Oh, good morning Princess!! Did you get enough beauty sleep?' Ron said over cheerfully, making Harry's eye twitch. Ron sniggered and walked into the room with a tray full of food. Harry eyed it skeptically.
'That's not all for me is it? 'cause you know how well I've been eating recently-' Ron put the tray on the bed and sat down, piling some food onto a plate.
'It's for you, me and Hermione mate, no need to panic. The rest of the Weasley mob have gone out to get the new school things. I told them that you were sick again this morning so mum's getting' all your stuff. Me and Herm said we'd stay and make sure you ate something. That's why we're eating in here. What do you want?' Harry blinked.
'Erm, toast thanks,' Harry muttered. Ron stared at him. 'Oh, fine! Pancakes.' Ron smiled happily as he piled Harry's plate full of pancakes and drizzled maple syrup all over them. Hermione came through the door with a large book in her hand.
'Hello Harry. How're you feeling?' Hermione said kindly while she gave Harry a hug. Harry smiled.
'Better than this morning, but now Ron's forcing food down my throat,' Harry winked at Ron while Hermione rolled her eyes.
'Ron, not everyone can eat like you, you know,' she ruffled her boyfriends hair. The book's title caught Harry's attention.
"Male Pregnancies and How to Deal with Them"
Harry laughed.
'Merlin, that's not even possible is it?' He looked up to find his friends faces looking rather pale and guilty. Harry frowned. 'Is it?' Hermione spoke first.
'Well Harry, it may not be possible yet in the muggle world, but in the wizarding world, it is a very real and possible concept,' she opend the book to a page with a coloured diagram of a male body.
She explained that all wizard boys are born with a sack like womb that just sits off to the side of the stomach. When it came to time for the child to be born, a magical channel was accessed by the child so the child could be born. Pretty much like a female pregnancy really.
'So if a guy got pregnant, nine months later his guy bits would disappear and turn into a- a vagina so the kid could be born?' Harry asked confused.
'Well, a month before the child is born is when the fathers' 'bits' disappear. It stays like that for a week or so, and then they come back. No-one is sure why only wizard men can do it rather than muggle men, but people have just excepted it, I spose,' Hermione said, still looking a little guilty. Harry watched her face carefully.
'So why are you reading about it? Why the sudden interest in this matter?' Ron shifted guiltily next to him.
'Well mate, you remember that night that you and Mal- Draco spent together? I know you didn't know anything about male pregnancies, but he should've. Do you remember if you topped, or bottomed?' by this point, Ron was blushing bright red. After all, you didn't go around asking your best mate this type of question every day. Harry was blushing too.
'I erm, bo-bottomed,' he whispered, twice as uncomfortable because he was having this conversation in front of Hermione. Then it hit him. The reason he was being made to talk about this. They thought that he was….
'Oh my god,' he whispered. He looked up at Ron through his fringe, wanting to hear it from Ron. Ron smiled sadly at Harry.
'Yes Harry, we think that you're pregnant.' A tear slipped down Ron's cheek. Harry brushed it away with his thumb. Smiling softly. He turned to Hermione.
'Is there away that we can tell if I'm p-pregnant?' he asked softly. She nodded and turned to a different page of the book.
'Do you want--?' she trailed off, waiting for his reply. He nodded.
'Alright. Take your shirt off and lay down,' Harry did as he was told, holding on tightly to Ron's hand who was laying down with Harry.
Hermione started moving her wand slowly over Harry's stomach muttering a spell in Latin under her breath. Suddenly Harry's stomach glowed bright blue. The blue glow split into two before fading completely. A tear dripped down Hermione's face as she looked at Harry.
'Congratulations Harry,' she whispered. 'You're pregnant with twin boys,' with that she burst into tears, flinging her arms around the two boys.
Harry couldn't think straight. He knew he should be thinking of what he should do, how he was going to tell him and what he should do now, but he couldn't. Only one thing was registering
'I'm going to be a father'
Author's Note: Hmm... that seemed a bit short... was that short? It seemed like it... anyway, Please review, tell me what you think so far, keeping in mind this story is a few years old now, and uh... my writing back then REALLY SUCKED! but I hope things will change after chapter... 6 was it? or 5? meh, somewhere around there anyway... um
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