Sorry for the wait you lot. I've been extremely busy and have had a lot of exams and a band placement audition. Here's the next chappie for you. I hope you guys like it. Please review and tell what you think.

Eclipse

Me'shell-shadow : Please I have said I only want CONSTRUCTIVE critism not blatant niavity. I must ask why you didn't read my warnings at the beginning of the first chapter that clearly states that it is mpreg and that if you don't like that type of thing not to read this fic. In fact, even if you are one of those people who don't read the author's notes as you clearly areI have even put in the summary of this story exactly what it contains. I am indeed an avid Harry Potter fan and am perfectly well aware that Harry James Potter is indeed male but this is fanFICTION . net, aka fiction NOT reality or truth about the books. And in case you would like to broaden your mind look about fanfiction . net a bit more and you'll find that Harry/Draco male pregnancy stories are EXTREMELY popular. Also, as you obviously did not read the other reviews I was given on this story I would like to point out that there are people out there who like this ficlet and see nothing wrong with it. So, with all do respect, get over yourself and stop reviewing for the state of insulting and belittling people.

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"Well, can I help you gents or did you just want to leave the confines of your bed to help little old me set up?" Katy's green eyes flashed in amusement as she saw the two wizards who last night were yelling curses at each other sit down in a very... intimate way. That is to say, Draco on a backed bar stool with Harry nestled in his lap.

"Actually, we came in search of food. It seems our stomachs saw fit to remind us at this early hour that they've gone to long without something solid in them." Draco's eyes sparkled with merriment as well as his Gryffindor love arranged himself so he could face the bar and eat his food while remaining propped up by Draco's chest while Kate began setting pancakes and sausage in front of the two. "And how may I ask am I supposed to eat love with you in such a position?" He need not have asked however, for at that moment Harry clambered off his lap and stood up quickly.

"Actually, I'm not hungry after all." Before anyone could stop him Harry briskly walked away and up the stairs leaving a befuddled Draco calling his name. After Harry had gone upstairs the two left at the bar looked at each other with confusion before Katy broke the silence with a loud groan.

"What is it?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I had just thought you had finally gotten him eating again." Draco's head shot up quickly to stare at the hostess.

"Harry hasn't been eating?"

"Well, no, he has been eating just not a lot. I mean he usually has maybe a piece of toast in the morning and occasionally a cup of soup at lunch, he's just not eatin' a lot." As Draco's defined brows snapped together, seemingly in anger, Kate felt the need to press. "Is there something wrong that he has a problem with eating?"

"No, no, nothing like that he should just know better. He needs to be taking better care of himself."

"Look who's talking,"

"Pardon? And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, nothing really. Just that I've seen more fat on Remus after a transformation then I see on you now."

"I know, I know. Trust me I know! It was just hard, not knowing where he was. I guess I kind of... let myself sink."

"Well, eat something then."

"I think I'll check on Harry first. See if I can get him to come down."

"Here's to 'ya if you can. Good luck."

"I sincerely hope I won't need it."

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Harry had been greatly enjoying the feeling of being in Draco's lap when he had gotten a whiff of the breakfast Kate had made and turned to look at the food. He had instantly regretted this when his stomach lurched and he had to fight not to throw up all over his Slytherin seeker. As soon as his stomach settled enough for him to move he quickly made his excuses and left. Now, the morning found him with his head against the cool tile of the privy floor as he silently entreated whatever toilette gods that were listening to spare him and stop calling the nonexistent food from his stomach to join their depths. He could have screamed in despair as his stomach heaved for the tenth time that morning and he clung to the sides of the toilette bowl as bile rose in his throat had he not needed every ounce of energy he had to keep himself upright. Harry had just managed to position himself so that he was leaning against the bathtub when he heard a knock and a softly called 'Harry?' through the door. Still panting slightly Harry, could recognize the very concerned voice of Draco.

"Harry what is it? Are you all right?"

"It's nothing. I'm fine. Just not hungry anymore."

"How are you not hungry? You've barely been eating so I'm told."

"I'm just not, okay. It doesn't matter." Harry wasn't even sure why he wasn't telling his boyfriend what was really wrong. He was hard pressed to ignore the voice in the back of his mind telling him he was trying to suffer everything by himself again as the acids left in his stomach once again met the porcelain bowl.

"That was not nothing Harry. Come now, don't be thick. Let me in." Harry could hear the door knob jiggling as Draco tried to enter the bathroom without success.

"It-it's nothing. It'll pass in a bit. Just give me a few minutes and I'll come join you downstairs."

"Like hell, I'm not leaving you alone. Now unlock this door."

Harry would have answered had his brain still been able to form sentences. His head felt fuzzy and his vision was getting blurry. He could only barely register the calls of the Slytherin being joined by the voice of the restaurant owner and keys being pushed in the lock. Just before his world went completely black he felt strong arms wrapping themselves around him and catching his head before it could come to a painful meeting with the floor.