Chapter 11

March passed quickly and April came.

"Harry, wake up love," Draco said, caressing Harry's cheek tenderly.

"Hmm…" Harry mumbled and swept Draco's hand away from his cheek. He roughly grabbed a pillow and buried his head into the fluffy pillow.

Draco shook his head. "We'll be late if you don't wake up now," he said patiently and tried to drag Harry out of the bed.

Draco was actually succeeding because Harry sighed heavily and looked at him with puppy eyes that Draco couldn't resist. But then Harry sat up abruptly. He had that look on his face again. He managed to give Draco a weak smile before running to the bathroom hurriedly.

Draco followed Harry immediately. As usual, Harry was leaning over the sink and hurling whatever was inside his stomach violently. Draco went to Harry's side and patted Harry's back gently while uttering loving words into his husband's ears. It had become a routine for them. Harry would wake up sick every morning and Draco would always be beside him to sooth and calm him. On the rare occasions that Harry was spared from morning sickness, the two of them will snuggle in bed until some annoying house elf wake them up.

Harry sighed after finishing his 'daily work'. "I hate this, Drake," he said, wincing at the awful taste of the vomit still lingering in his mouth.

"I know, love. I know."

Draco knew it sounded cheesy but he really felt sympathetic towards Harry. He had to vomit every morning, he had weird and often disgusting food cravings, his nipples were sore, he was often tired and he was gaining weight.

"You don't."

"I know how it feels, love. But it's completely normal to have morning sickness."

"No, you don't. It's not you who has to bloody vomit every single fucking morning," Harry snapped at Draco harshly and gave him a hard glare to further emphasize his point.

"Calm down, love. Let's have you cleaned up so we can go for the check up. We have an appointment with healer Anderson in two hours time. You do remember, don't you?"

"Hmm…"

Harry seemed to have calmed down a little after lashing out at Draco a while ago. He knew he shouldn't scold Draco every chance he got but he just couldn't help it. It was like the little rascal inside him wants Draco to suffer too so it would be fair on Harry. He nodded stiffly but said nothing else.

"Ok, I'll go now," Draco turned to leave.

"Wait. Do you want to join me?" Harry asked softly, his eyes lowered. He was embarrassed by his quick change of mood.

Draco grinned boyishly and said, "I don't see why not."

Both of them emerged from the shower an hour later after freshly washed and extremely satisfied, having done some 'activities' of their own while in the showers.

"Ready to go now, love?" Draco asked after Harry had finally put on the outfit that Draco picked out for him that morning.

Harry scowled and said, "Is it really necessary that I wear something so tight? People will see my fat tummy."

"So?"

"So I demand a change of clothes! Or at least a glamour charm put on me!"

"Why are you so afraid of people finding out?"

"Because I don't need the extra publicity," Harry answered simply. "Can I at least cast the damn spell on myself?"

"No Malfoy child will need to be hidden from the world with a glamour charm," Draco said firmly, reminding Harry strongly of the snobby bastard from Hogwarts.

Harry took out his wand and pointed it at his stomach. "It's either this or letting me change my clothes."

Draco considered the two options. He didn't like any of them and he couldn't understand why Harry disliked that shirt so much. Harry looked good in it. But if Harry was to wear that shirt, their child will be under glamour charm and he absolutely refused to do that. Why on earth must the perfect Malfoy-Potter child be hidden from the world as though it was illegitimate?

"Alright, the second option then," said Draco resignedly.

Harry grinned triumphantly and went to his wardrobe to search for his favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was not too tight like the one Draco chose.

After changing, Harry smiled at Draco sweetly and said, "Let's go to the apparition site now."

Draco raised an elegant eyebrow at Harry's remark. "What did you say, Harry?" he asked deliberately.

"I said let's go to the apparition site."

"We can't do that, love."

"Then how are we supposed to get there? We're in France!"

At this, Draco looked at Harry disbelievingly. "Harry, you can't apparate because you're pregnant. Pregnant people are not supposed to apparate. It is very dangerous for the child and-"

"Ok, let's fly there then. Flying is safer than apparating." Harry interrupted.

Harry really hoped that Draco will agree on this one although he knew the chance of Draco actually agreeing was as slim as Narcissa Malfoy's waist.

"Harry!"

"Ok, ok, I'm pregnant and I'm supposed to walk to Britain since I love walking so much and that's obviously the healthiest and safest way," said Harry sarcastically.

Draco laughed at Harry sarcasm. Living with a Malfoy for such a long time has really influenced Harry to be as good in the art of sarcasm as a true blue Malfoy. "No love, you don't need to walk there."

"I'm not going there by car! It'll take days!"

"Nope."

"Oh, please don't say we're flooing there. No portkeys either. I'm not sure if my poor stomach can handle that. I'll probably puke all over people's fireplace if we floo there."

"No we won't be doing that either."

"Then what?" Harry asked impatiently.

Draco chuckled and said, "Come on, I have a surprise for you."

At the mention of a surprise, Harry's eyes lit up considerably at the excitement and the frown on his face disappeared. Draco took Harry's hand and they made their ways to the apparition site in silence.

Harry looked at Draco. The famous Malfoy mask was up again. Draco's face was emotionless and betrayed none of his emotion to Harry. Why is he bringing me there? I thought I'm not allowed to apparate? What is he up to this time? What is he playing at? Harry thought, annoyed with Draco.

After five minutes, they arrived at the apparition site which was actually a huge empty field that can be used as a quidditch pitch during the summers. Harry looked around the field. Nothing has changed since the last time he was here. The quidditch loops were still there. The grass was neatly trimmed as usual. Draco's favorite hammock was still there and Harry's favorite small hut was there too. What is wrong with Draco?

"Draco, what the hell-"

"Shh…"

Then Draco snapped his fingers and Harry gasped I shock at the sight before him. A private jet, shiny and gleaming in the sun, appeared out of thin air right before his eyes! The plane was like a giant mirror, reflecting the sun's rays.

Instead of feeling excited, Harry was pissed at Draco for spending unnecessary money on useless things without even asking Harry. Sure, they were filthy rich but Harry preferred to lead a less glamorous life, a normal life, without all the reporters and the gossips about his private life.

"Draco, explain."

Draco glanced at Harry to see how Harry had reacted and was surprised when he realized Harry was not very happy with his latest purchase. Draco mentally slapped himself for angering Harry for the third time that day. Harry was super emotional now and all he does was to go around and annoying Harry.

"Plane is faster than walking and although you're not flying by broom, you're still in the air," Draco said simply and hoped that Harry will be pleased to know that Draco was so thoughtful.

"Have you ever heard of wizards transporting by plane?" Harry asked, disgruntled.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I've heard of pregnant wizards traveling by plane. It is actually the recommended way of travel."

"Still, you shouldn't have done that."

Draco smiled at that and wrapped his arms around Harry's slender waist. Harry leaned his head on Draco's shoulder and smiled too.

"Let's get in there," Draco said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Dobby!"

"Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is going back to Hogwarts to visit Headmaster Dumbledore. Dobby is going with Master Draco and Master Harry!" Dobby said excitedly.

"Great! I didn't know you were following us there."

"Dobby is the pilot, sir."

"Ok, that was quite enough. Dumbledore is an old coot and you are only here because Harry and I need to eat."

"Draco!"

"What? It's true. The plane is magically operated and no pilot is needed."

"Sorry, Master Draco… Dobby is sorry…"

Finally, they arrived at St. Mungo's hospital.

Harry, hoping for a quiet entrance, did not get his wish. The entrance was blocked by the reporters and Harry shook his head in resignation. The moment Harry got out from the limo after Draco, cameras started flashing like crazy and the lights blinded Harry for a moment. Draco had to hold on to Harry to prevent him from falling.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked Harry.

Harry nodded his head and lowered his head so that the reporters couldn't get his pictures.

"Mr. Potter, is it true that you're gravely ill?"

"Mr. Potter, do you have the same disease as you-know-who?"

"Mr. Potter, which one do you prefer? Apple pie or cheese cake?"

"Mr. Potter, how's your sex life with Draco Malfoy?"

"Will you people shut the fuck up and just leave us alone?" a fuming Draco shouted above all the ridiculous question.

Silence fell at once. The cameras stop flashing and the reporters stopped talking. Actually they stopped moving all together. Harry and Draco turned curiously to see which kind soul helped them get rid of the press. They were surprised to find Dobby with his hand raised and his famous toothy grin plastered on his face.

"Thanks, Dobby."

"You're welcome, sir," Dobby squealed with delight.

At the reception, Harry was casually leaning against the wall while Draco confirmed the appointment with the receptionist. The receptionist was a young girl, no older than eighteen in Harry's opinion. She was extremely beautiful with her radiant skin that contrasted sharply with her long black hair. She was smiling and Harry could see a perfect set of teeth peeking out from under her lips. Just like Draco's, Harry noted.

Then the young girl leaned over the counter and gave Draco a peck on his cheek. She giggled shyly and blushed a bright red. Draco was laughing too. His charm was turned on and his eyes sparkled as he talked to that girl.

How dare he flirt with that girl in front of me?! How dare he flirt at all? Slut!

Then the voice in his head answered, why not? She's beautiful, young, and sexy. You're going to get fat in a few months time; of course Draco will want to look for someone new when you're pregnant and ugly. Did you expect him to have sex with you when he could have anyone he wants? Oliver is so much sexier than you!

Shut the hell up! Harry yelled in his head.

Harry was furious. He faked indifference and walked over to Draco. "Are you done yet, love?"

"Yes, I'm done."

"Let's go then."

The girl looked disappointed at the prospect of Draco leaving her. "See you later, hottie." Then she blew Draco a kiss.

"Had fun just now?" Harry asked sourly as they waited for Healer Anderson.

"Harry, it was just some harmless flirting."

"Harmless flirting? And I suppose it was just some harmless fucking with Oliver? Can I have some harmless affair with Blaise then?" Harry said loudly.

"Really, Harry, you're over-reacting. It was only some laughing and joking."

"And a kiss! You never change, do you? You're the biggest slut in the whole world," Harry said and turned away from Draco, ignoring him completely.

"Please, Harry. Be reasonable. I'm gay, married to the most wonderful man on Earth and I'm going to be a father. I have no interest in some stupid girl."

Silence.

"You want me to shut up now?"

"Yes!"

"Ok."

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, good morning," said Healer Anderson from the entrance.

Draco nodded briefly and with calculating eyes, watched the elderly Healer Anderson walked towards them slowly. He was smiling kindly and holding a thick file in his arm. The Healer was dressed in neat white robes and a gleaming badge was pinned on his breast pocket.

"Morning, Healer," greeted Harry politely.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Potter?"

"I'm feeling quite fine lately."

"Any food cravings or sores?" he asked.

Harry thought about it for a while and said, "Yes. The food was really disgusting and I'm always so tired. And the morning sickness was dreadful…"

Draco wanted to answer the question for Harry but he thought he better not risk another angry outburst from Harry. He had been getting that very often lately. Harry was extremely emotional and sensitive in the past week and he'll have to ask the old man about that later, he noted.

"Ah, yes. That is very normal and I ask you to be patient, Mr. Potter. It will go away in two or three months' time and by then, everything should be very stable."

Harry slumped his shoulders dejectedly after being told that he had to endure everything for a few months more. He started blaming Draco inside his mind. Why am I the one who's pregnant? Why can't he bear his own heir?

Draco decided to try his luck as he couldn't stand to be quiet any longer. "Healer, Harry was extremely emotional lately. Is there any potion that could maybe ease his temper?"

Draco glanced at Harry to find that Harry was already glaring at him for daring to 'betray' him.

"Nobody asked you to stay beside me and suffer," said Harry bitterly.

"No, Harry. You misunderstood me. I was merely concerned about you."

"As if! I bet you think I'm insufferable, right? I'm just an irritable, ugly pregnant man," said Harry as one hot tear slid down his cheek. His face was flushed and tears kept on running down.

Draco panicked and pulled Harry into his arms to calm Harry down. "Oh Harry, don't cry. I'm sorry ok? I don't think you're ugly at all and I find your temper quite sexy actually."

Harry sniffed a few times and buried his face into Draco's chest. "You're sure you still want me? I'm going to be fat and ugly soon."

"Of course, love."

Healer Anderson kept quiet during this and just watched the two in silence. One was the savior of the wizarding world who was really just another insecure boy. The other one was once the most eligible bachelor in the entire wizarding world and now married to the savior of the wizarding world who was also a sensitive pregnant man. He smiled as he saw the two of them make up.

"Hmm, hmm," Healer Anderson cleared his throat rather loudly and chuckled when Harry looked up sharply and blushed.

"Sorry…" he said sheepishly.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter is emotional because his body is trying to adjust to the hormonal change. He is also adjusting to the new magical energy that is growing within him. I will do a full check up for you now, Mr. Potter."

"Please, call me Harry."

"Alright then, Harry, please remove your clothes."

A/N: Hi people!!! I know I know.. It's late... Sorry!!! It's partly my own fault but largely my teachers' fault... hee... anyway, here is Chapter 11! Some of you were asking me why did Draco cheated... Please be patient and read on because it WILL come soon... the reason i mean... As for Harry, he missed Draco and he didn't want their son to have a broken family... Ohand i wrote another new fic so please look out for that too!

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