Dracona: Sorry about the wait. My dad was being a dick and he took my
computer away.
Draco: God. Lucius is SUCH an asshole.
Harry: But Draco, didn't your father give you the manor and all his money?
Draco: Uhh, well yeah he did. Hehe.
Harry: And we are NOT against Ron. We love Ron, right? ~they all shake head~ hehe right. Maybe we don't. Lol.
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It wasn't long after that that Draco started to feel very sick in the mornings. It was a morning ritual to find him with his head lying on the side of the toilet, in desperate attempts to stop throwing up.
Harry was beginning to feel very guilty about all of this, as it was more or less his fault.
He wandered into the bathroom for the millionth time that week.
"Draco, are you all right?" he asked, softly.
All he heard was a moan, and then more retching. 'I guess not' he thought to himself. He had been wondering if what Hermione had said before was true, about him looking to frail to carry a child.
He was worried about Draco. Just the site of certain things made him throw up for at least 20 minutes. Mayonnaise was a perfect example. Just the mention of mayo and he would run for the bathrooms.
It was funny, in a way. Harry didn't think so, but Ron found it hilarious and tortured him every time he could.
It was beginning to piss him off, and he was about to beat the shit out of Ron for making Draco sick all the time. It was uncalled for and immature. But it was something that happened every day and Ron always seemed to do it when Harry wasn't around.
Harry sighed and began wiping Draco's mouth. He was now finished throwing up and he was crying softly.
"Shhhhh. It's alright, Draco. I'm here. I love you so much and I'm sorry that I have done this to you." Harry said, smoothing Draco's hair.
Draco bit back a sob and buried his head in Harry's chest. "I'm dying, Harry." He moaned.
Harry chucked. "You are not; Madame Pomfrey said you are doing fine."
"What does that old bat know? She's never done this before." Draco replied.
Harry laughed again. He picked Draco up and carried him to their bed. "You're going to be ok, I promise. Just remember that you have 7 and a half months to go."
"Don't remind me, Harry." Draco groaned and snuggled under the covers. "Can't we go back to bed today, Harry? I'm so tired."
"No, come on, you slept for almost 14 hours. You need to get up. I know you're tired." Draco shook his head and buried his head in the pillows, mumbling something. "Come on, I'll carry you.
Draco peeked up and smiled, "You will?"
"Of course, I know you're tired, love." Harry pulled the blankets up off Draco and sat him up.
He walked over to their dressers and pulled out a shirt and pants and tossed them to Draco.
"Get dressed, and then I'll carry you."
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Harry was starting to think this was a bad idea. It was a long walk to the Great Hall and Draco was starting to get heavy. Plus with the hustling and bustling of all the students in the halls, he was having a hard time keeping balance.
He made it to the stairs and then he sat down in a corner with Draco still in his arms, now on his lap. Draco laid his head on Harry's shoulder and sighed, closing his eyes.
Harry ignored all the looks he was getting from his fellow classmates. He could hear what they were saying about him and Draco's relationship, and about how it was unnatural and should be against school regulations for them to show their affections in the presence of students and how Dumbledore was just favouring Harry.
Harry kissed the side of Draco's head. He knew Draco was asleep by the slow rhythm of his breathing and how he loosely had his arms around him.
He wondered how Draco could sleep through this noise. He could barely hear himself think.
He shifted Draco so that his legs were around his waist. It was kind of like a backwards piggy back ride. At least he was comfortable now.
He looked down the hall and was relieved when he saw Hermione coming down the corridor.
She spotted him and ran over.
"Harry! What's wrong with Draco?" She asked, worriedly.
"He fell asleep. I was carrying him to the Great Hall and I stopped to have a rest, then he fell asleep."
She looked a little relieved. "He sleeps a lot, Harry. You should tell Madame Pomfrey."
"We did, she said it was normal. His body doesn't produce the hormones to counter act side affects like a girl body does," He explained.
"Well, why don't you two take today off, we're just having those stupid rule days when we all see who remembers the rules of the class. You know how they spring those up now and then."
"Will you get any make up work we might have, then Hermione?" He asked her.
"Of course, Harry. You two go up and lay down. Give Draco a kiss for me." She smiled and waved good bye.
Harry got up from the floor, with a little trouble, and started back up to their rooms.
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Hermione made it to her first class, which was Potions. She sat down next to Ron. She was starting to miss him and since Neville was very annoying, she decided she would have a talk with him today.
Ron looked up at her and stuffed the paper he had been writing on in his bag.
"Hermione, why are you sitting with me? You were mad at me."
"Ron, this is between you and Harry. I will not argue with you over it. I just want to know why you are so mad. You said you loved him. If you love him, you should be glad that he is happy. Even if it is with Draco. Did you hear the news?" She asked him.
"What news?" he looked confused.
"About Harry and Draco?" she edged on.
"I haven't heard anything about them." He answered her.
"Well, Ron, Draco is, well, pregnant. With Harry's child." She answered.
His frown twisted into an evil grin. 'Perfect' he thought.
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Dracona: OOOH what's he gonna do? Do you all wanna know?
Draco: We're not gonna tell you.
Harry: Nope, you all are just gonna have to keep reading this to find out what Ron is planning.
Draco: And we are not sadistic against Ron. He just needs to be like this for this story.
Dracona: Yeah. We love Ron. Kind of.
Draco: God. Lucius is SUCH an asshole.
Harry: But Draco, didn't your father give you the manor and all his money?
Draco: Uhh, well yeah he did. Hehe.
Harry: And we are NOT against Ron. We love Ron, right? ~they all shake head~ hehe right. Maybe we don't. Lol.
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It wasn't long after that that Draco started to feel very sick in the mornings. It was a morning ritual to find him with his head lying on the side of the toilet, in desperate attempts to stop throwing up.
Harry was beginning to feel very guilty about all of this, as it was more or less his fault.
He wandered into the bathroom for the millionth time that week.
"Draco, are you all right?" he asked, softly.
All he heard was a moan, and then more retching. 'I guess not' he thought to himself. He had been wondering if what Hermione had said before was true, about him looking to frail to carry a child.
He was worried about Draco. Just the site of certain things made him throw up for at least 20 minutes. Mayonnaise was a perfect example. Just the mention of mayo and he would run for the bathrooms.
It was funny, in a way. Harry didn't think so, but Ron found it hilarious and tortured him every time he could.
It was beginning to piss him off, and he was about to beat the shit out of Ron for making Draco sick all the time. It was uncalled for and immature. But it was something that happened every day and Ron always seemed to do it when Harry wasn't around.
Harry sighed and began wiping Draco's mouth. He was now finished throwing up and he was crying softly.
"Shhhhh. It's alright, Draco. I'm here. I love you so much and I'm sorry that I have done this to you." Harry said, smoothing Draco's hair.
Draco bit back a sob and buried his head in Harry's chest. "I'm dying, Harry." He moaned.
Harry chucked. "You are not; Madame Pomfrey said you are doing fine."
"What does that old bat know? She's never done this before." Draco replied.
Harry laughed again. He picked Draco up and carried him to their bed. "You're going to be ok, I promise. Just remember that you have 7 and a half months to go."
"Don't remind me, Harry." Draco groaned and snuggled under the covers. "Can't we go back to bed today, Harry? I'm so tired."
"No, come on, you slept for almost 14 hours. You need to get up. I know you're tired." Draco shook his head and buried his head in the pillows, mumbling something. "Come on, I'll carry you.
Draco peeked up and smiled, "You will?"
"Of course, I know you're tired, love." Harry pulled the blankets up off Draco and sat him up.
He walked over to their dressers and pulled out a shirt and pants and tossed them to Draco.
"Get dressed, and then I'll carry you."
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Harry was starting to think this was a bad idea. It was a long walk to the Great Hall and Draco was starting to get heavy. Plus with the hustling and bustling of all the students in the halls, he was having a hard time keeping balance.
He made it to the stairs and then he sat down in a corner with Draco still in his arms, now on his lap. Draco laid his head on Harry's shoulder and sighed, closing his eyes.
Harry ignored all the looks he was getting from his fellow classmates. He could hear what they were saying about him and Draco's relationship, and about how it was unnatural and should be against school regulations for them to show their affections in the presence of students and how Dumbledore was just favouring Harry.
Harry kissed the side of Draco's head. He knew Draco was asleep by the slow rhythm of his breathing and how he loosely had his arms around him.
He wondered how Draco could sleep through this noise. He could barely hear himself think.
He shifted Draco so that his legs were around his waist. It was kind of like a backwards piggy back ride. At least he was comfortable now.
He looked down the hall and was relieved when he saw Hermione coming down the corridor.
She spotted him and ran over.
"Harry! What's wrong with Draco?" She asked, worriedly.
"He fell asleep. I was carrying him to the Great Hall and I stopped to have a rest, then he fell asleep."
She looked a little relieved. "He sleeps a lot, Harry. You should tell Madame Pomfrey."
"We did, she said it was normal. His body doesn't produce the hormones to counter act side affects like a girl body does," He explained.
"Well, why don't you two take today off, we're just having those stupid rule days when we all see who remembers the rules of the class. You know how they spring those up now and then."
"Will you get any make up work we might have, then Hermione?" He asked her.
"Of course, Harry. You two go up and lay down. Give Draco a kiss for me." She smiled and waved good bye.
Harry got up from the floor, with a little trouble, and started back up to their rooms.
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Hermione made it to her first class, which was Potions. She sat down next to Ron. She was starting to miss him and since Neville was very annoying, she decided she would have a talk with him today.
Ron looked up at her and stuffed the paper he had been writing on in his bag.
"Hermione, why are you sitting with me? You were mad at me."
"Ron, this is between you and Harry. I will not argue with you over it. I just want to know why you are so mad. You said you loved him. If you love him, you should be glad that he is happy. Even if it is with Draco. Did you hear the news?" She asked him.
"What news?" he looked confused.
"About Harry and Draco?" she edged on.
"I haven't heard anything about them." He answered her.
"Well, Ron, Draco is, well, pregnant. With Harry's child." She answered.
His frown twisted into an evil grin. 'Perfect' he thought.
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Dracona: OOOH what's he gonna do? Do you all wanna know?
Draco: We're not gonna tell you.
Harry: Nope, you all are just gonna have to keep reading this to find out what Ron is planning.
Draco: And we are not sadistic against Ron. He just needs to be like this for this story.
Dracona: Yeah. We love Ron. Kind of.