I am such a good little writer with all my constant updates for y'all. :listens to collective cheers: I know, I know, I am so wonderful. xD Guess what! In the NEXT CHAPTER Dumbledore will FINALLY EXPLAIN WHY HARRY IS PREGNANT! JOY! You guys will finally know. SQUEE! Even I'm excited about it. I'm so happy! I have 93 reviews! 93! I never thought I'd ever get so many. I've always wanted 100 reviews. That's been my goal in all my stories forever and I never thought I'd get it! Can we do it this chapter? I would be SOOO happy. YOU GUYS ROCK!

Eclipse

seshygirl04: Well, as I said in response to a review last chapterthe cases really are different in every person. For some people it is indeed really hard to get them to talk about it and they become violent but, for others, all they need is too know someone understands (like another cutter) and they'll talkit. I've had friends both ways and been both ways. Thanks for your input though. I do recognize that generally it's not as easyto get them to talk as I had it but sometimes it is. Anyhoo, thanks for the review and keep reviewing!

SexyLikePepsi: JOY! I like to make pepls obsessed. :cackles insanely: I'm glad you like teh ficlet. Keep reviewing and reading!

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When Harry awoke the first thing he noticed was that he felt terrible. Although, terrible was a massive understatement. His head felt like he had banged it against a wall repeatedly, his stomach as if he had done at least one hundred and fifty curl ups. Not to mention he was extremely light headed and his vision was blurry even with his glasses on. Suddenly the need to throw up was over powering and Harry groaned loudly, burrowing himself in the body he realized was lying next to him. As an arm encircled Harry's frame another grasped one of his hands that had been lying near his head. Draco seemed about to drift off to sleep once more but stopped when Harry curled himself even tighter around the Slytherin's waist.

"Harry? What is it?"

"I feel like I'm going to be sick again."

"Oh dear. Well Professor Snape left a bucket because he said you might as you are still pregnant." Disentangling himself from Harry, Draco reached over the miserable boy and grabbed a bucket that had been placed on the floor near the bed. Grabbing the bucket from his lover's hands Harry sat bolt upright only barely managing not to cover himself in sick.

Draco immediately moved so he was supporting the Gryffindor and rubbed his back soothingly. After what seemed like centuries to Harry his stomach finally stopped heaving. Draco reached in front of the smaller seeker and relinquished the bucket from his grasp. After placing the bucket on the floor once more he lay down again, pulling Harry close to him. Harry sighed and allowed himself to be pressed against the chest of the Slytherin.

"You okay?" Not saying anything, Harry shook his head and stared up at the ceiling. Frowning with concern Draco raised himself so he was leaning on his elbow. "Do you need more pain repressing potion? I can go find Professor Snape."

"No. I've felt worse."

"Well, then what's up?" The only reply he got was Harry shaking his head once more. "Harry, come on. We've gone over this. You can tell me."

"It's just, well……oh, never mind."

"Look, you know you should tell me, that's why you won't so just spill already." The Gryffindor sighed and locked slightly watery emerald eyes with worried grey ones. When he spoke, it was all in a rush. As if Harry was trying to get it over with as quickly as was possible without annoying Draco.

"Before Ron managed to wake me up I was having a dream. It was, well it was with Cedric. We were going towards a group of Deatheaters and he started accusing me of his death. Saying it was all my fault. He talked about how all I did was hurt people. And he, he stabbed me with the sword of Godric Gryffindor." Then, barely above a whisper, "He said I killed him. He's right. I did kill him. I killed Cedric." Just before Harry looked away he saw Draco's eyes widen in shock.

"Harry, that isn't true. I'm a Slytherin, and I hated the goody-goody Hufflepuff with a passion but not even a Slytherin would have killed him. Diggory was a good person, a damn good Quidditch player. He CHOSE for you both to take the cup. You no more killed him then that flying wash rag Weasley has."

"I was being stupid. Just forget it." Harry turned over, with his back to Draco.

"You didn't kill Cedric Diggory. Don't think that. Even his parents said the kid's death wasn't your fault."

"Like I said, I was being stupid. Just forget I said anything." Before Harry had time to react Draco had pushed him so that he was lying on his back again and was facing the Slytherin.

"Look, do you really think that Diggory would have trusted you with his body if he thought it was you're fault he was no longer in it? Do you really think that Mr. and Mrs. Diggory would have agreed to talk to you if they blamed you for their son's death? Do you really think I would lie next to someone who was evil enough to kill a Hufflepuff? Not even Slytherins can mess with them without feeling bad later. If WE couldn't hurt them there is no way in hell you could. Got it?"

"I…uh……...okay."

"Good. Now, answer me truthfully or I swear I will let Mrs.Weasley have her motherly ways with you. Do you need anymore pain repressing potions or anything else? None of your, 'It isn't that bad' bullocks." Despite himself Harry smiled.

"Well, my head and stomach do kinda hurt. I'm a bit lightheaded as well, and that could be why my vision is rather blurry."

"Alright then. I'll find Snape to get the potion but it sounds like you need some food. Why don't you go downstairs and get something to eat?" As Draco rose Harry bit his lip anxiously. Turning, Draco noticed his lover's nervous antics. "What is it?"

"I'm not sure I can stand up." Draco raised his eyebrows.

"And why pray tell is that?"

"I'm just kinda weak is all. I guess last night, and then this morning took a lot out of me."

"You weren't going to tell me how exhausted you really are were you?"

"No, I mean it's not really important and I-." Draco cut him off.

"But it IS important. You could over-exhaust yourself and that would be catastrophic after everything else that's happened in the last few days."

"Sorry," Harry mumbled.

"Oh no your not, and you'll do it again and again because that's what you do."

"Am I really that bad?"

"Yes," Draco smirked, "I'll just have to get good enough so that I know when you aren't telling me everything. Now, just take it easy, go back to sleep if you like. I'll come back with the potion and some food in a bit. If you need anything just scream for Dobby."

"DOBBY!"

"Yup, when he heard you had "taken ill" he begged Professor Dumbledore for leave to come and serve you. He's been here since early this morning."

"Wow."

"Yeah, you definitely have friends in weird places, love."

"Yet without any of them I probably would have died by now. I wouldn't get rid of any of them for all the galleons in the world."

"Nor would I have you do so. They're good for you." With a small kiss on the forehead Draco left, leaving Harry wondering if Draco had actually complimented his friends.