"Potter I'm fine." Draco snapped for the seventh time in the ten minutes they had been at breakfast. Harry watched him push his barely touched breakfast around and glared at him,
"No, you're not." Harry argued, "You haven't been eating well for at least a week."
"Just because my appetite reduces does not mean I have to go running to the Nurse. Have you ever thought I might just not be hungry?"
"But that's not it. Last night you ate a ton…"
"Exactly," Draco cut him off, "I ate last night, and maybe I'm still full from that." Draco said looking at Harry pointedly.
"But what you're eating isn't healthy," Harry protested, "you'll eat sweets sometimes and those odd concoctions you make with perfectly good for making it look like ever Ron wont eat it before you declare it looks delicious."
"I'm fine." Draco snapped.
"Yet you refuse to go to Madame Pompfrey and prove it." Harry snapped back.
"Will you two shut-up? Honestly Harry you've been trying to make blondie go and see the nurse since Tuesday. Three days ago! Obviously he's not going to go." Draco glared at Ginny, she had gotten into the annoying habit of calling him blondie after finding out he was not particularly fond of the nickname.
"But Ginny he's sick." Harry said annoyed.
"No I'm not, you'd think I would know better then you as I am me." Draco stood and walked out of the hall.
"He's going to see the nurse if I have to stupefy him and drag him there myself." Harry said walking out of the hall after the blonde. Ginny chuckled and ate her breakfast in peace.
"Leave me alone." Draco ordered when the squeak signaling his classroom door was opening sang through the room. Harry slipped in and closed the door behind him walking over to Draco pouting. "I'm not going to go." Draco said. Harry moved to Draco and looked at what he was doing while wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.
"What are you doing?"
"Work," Draco answered reaching over his desk and pulling his lesson plans to him. "Let me go I need to get some things together." Harry reluctantly let Draco go and watched him walking around the room.
"Why wont you just go and let her check?" Harry asked. Draco sighed and picked up the cauldron he'd been collecting supplies in. "I don't want you to get sicker hen you are simply because you have something against checking."
"I'm not sick." Draco said dropping the cauldron onto his desk and sorting the ingredients out.
"How do you know thought?" Harry asked pulling Draco into his arms and looking into the gray eyes of his lover.
"Damn it Harry, I'm fine." Draco snapped trying to reach free of Harry's grip around his waist. Draco didn't relent and Draco eventually stopped struggling finally. "Let me go. I have to make a potion."
"Don't you have class soon?" Harry asked loosening his hold and letting Draco turn around and face the desk before wrapping his arms around Draco from behind and resting his chin on the blonde's shoulder.
"Yes but there already are working on something. Seventh years."
"Oh." Harry nodded watching Draco light a flame under his cauldron. Harry looked over the ingredients trying to guess what Draco might be making, "do you have to go to your class?" Draco asked, Harry shook his head,
"No."
"How many free periods do you have?" Draco asked looking over his shoulder at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
"A few." Harry grinned, "What are you making?"
"You'll see." Draco didn't even look up as students started filtering in. the bell rang signaling class starting and Draco looked up briefly before looking at his potion making sure it was the right color and consistency.
"What are you doing? Get to work." Draco snapped stirring his concoction.
"On what?"
"Haven't you been listening to what I told you last class? Get with your partners start working on your project." The sound of students moving was soon switched to a roar of students discussing potions and defense techniques.
"Professor Malfoy?" a seventh year Gryffindor asked standing in front of his desk, "yes Angela?" Draco asked looking into one of the jars and puling out one of the slimy ingredients.
"Do we have to tell you what we want to make?"
"Yes, but only after you have a few. Make a list of potions and I'll look over them and Scarhead will look over a list of your defense spells."
"I don't have class right now, I'm not supposed to work." Harry whined.
"No one will most likely get done anyway." Draco looked up noticing Angela still across from him and starring at his potion and back to the ingredients. "Is there something else you needed?"
"Are you making a pregnancy potion?" Draco looked startled and nodded, "Why?"
"Don't worry, how could you tell?" Draco asked impressed.
"Well that's the only thing it could be isn't it? With those ingredients, it's the only reason it could be that color." Draco nodded.
"Very good, fifteen points to Gryffindor." Harry jerked,
"What?"
"Thank you Professor Malfoy."
"Do you really have to be quite so surprised?" Draco grinned taking the cauldron off of the fire.
"Why'd you make a pregnancy potion?" Harry asked.
"You'll see. We have to wait for it to cool." Harry nodded and sat down puling Draco onto his lap.
"I have a class Potter. Leave me alone." Draco pushed up on the arms and Harry held him down.
"I'll let you go if you promise to go the hospital wing."
"Just wait, I'm not sick." Draco added.
"Prove it." Harry countered.
"I am." Draco said pulling up and standing. Harry moved to stand too and Draco pulled out his wand and tied Harry to the chair. "Stay." Harry glared and the class laughed. "Put your stuff away. I hope you were being productive, next class your going to show me your lists, so if you simply talked then work on it so you have something before next class." The bell rang and the students scrambled to there feet and rushed out of the room.
"Watch Harry." Draco said moving to the potion.
"I can't as I'm still tied to the chair!" Harry snapped. Draco grinned,
"Right." He flicked his wand to Harry and the ropes vanished.
"Come here." Harry glared but did as he was told. Draco pulled out a pin and pricked hi finger letting a few drops of blood hit the potion.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked confused. That was a pregnancy potion right? He wasn't pregnant Draco was a guy.
"What colors can a potion like this turn?" Draco asked healing the tiny wound.
"You know the colors tell me." Draco glared at Harry moving so the potion was out of view of the both of them.
"Fine, if your pregnant it turns white, and if your not it'll go black, right?" Harry asked hopefully. Draco nodded stepping back. A blinding white potion stood on the counter. Harry looked at it and back to Draco confusion more then evident on his face,
"Somehow I'm pregnant." Draco watched Harry for a reaction and nothing happened. "Harry?" Draco asked touching Harry's shoulder lightly. The other man's eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor in a dead faint. "Well he took it better then I did." Draco grinned cleaning out the cauldron before levitating Harry to the hospital wing.
Madame Pompfrey looked up and sighed as Draco entered the infirmary with an unconscious Harry Potter floating along with him.
"So you finally got around to telling him? I'm sure Mrs. Weasley will be pleased as he will most likely stop pestering you all of the time. She's come to me a few times for headache potions because of you two." Draco chuckled and looked at the other man lying on the bed where he had finally let him drop.
"There is no way he will be any less on me to see you then he is now. He's going to be so annoying to be around. You have to realize how protective he is going to want to be." Draco said looking to the nurse.
"Very true. He cares about you. You should feel grateful." She checked his vitals and looked back to Draco. "Harry is fine. He'll be coming around in a few minutes. While we wait would you mind lying down so I can check on how your baby is doing so far."
"Yes of course." Draco stripped off his shirt and plopped on the bed next to Harry's and allowed the nurse to rub a cream onto his stomach before flicking her wand and causing a picture of what was going on inside of him to appear. Madame Pompfrey moved around her wand to look at different angles at what Draco thought looked like some odd shaped dark blob. that was his child. How interesting. He grinned as she put away her wand,
"Its healthy?"
"Not entirely." She said looking at Draco skeptically, "what have you been eating lately."
"Not you too. I eat. Isn't that enough?"
"No, not if you're not getting enough nutrition. I want to start seeing you every week now that you're past the first few months and I want you to be eating healthy. I will be able to tell, and if your not I will make a diet for you and force you to follow it. Understand?"
"Yes ma'am." Draco replied sitting up. Harry stirred form on his bed and looked around him in the hospital wing.
"Morning sunshine." Draco said pulling his shirt on and sitting on Harry's bed. Harry turned and looked at him a shin of wonder on his face.
"What?" Draco asked. Harry face broke into a huge grin and he pulled Draco to him crushing him in a hug, "Potter can't breath." Draco said struggling against the Gryffindor who refused to think about letting Draco go any time soon.