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Eclipse

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It was two weeks after the incident with the Slytherins. To Harry's dismay, Seamus' fears became real. The Slytherins were the worst to Dean and Seamus but they weren't the only ones. Once, the school had found out about the sexuality of two of the Gryffindor's everyone had gone into a frenzy. There were people that supported the two boys and tried to help them but even though Seamus made sure to never be alone it was still hard to stop the jinx behind the professor's back, the shoving in the hall, or not to mention the constant stream of verbal abuse the Irish boy was facing.

Dean, too, was facing the hexes and battering like his boyfriend however; he didn't have as many people against him as he wasn't also in there eyes a 'traitorous Irishman'. In fact, Harry was fairly sure that if the only reason people were angry with Seamus was because he was gay the whole thing would have blown over after a week. After all, it wasn't like Seamus and Dean were the only known homosexuals in the school.

Harry was currently sitting directly across from Seamus trying to keep the boy from realizing that small pieces of food kept hitting his back as they tried to get past him to Seamus. Damn. I just want to turn around and hex them all but I don't think Seamus would be happy to know that not only are people messing with him but that they'll go through his friends to do it and not care. He'd prolly cry or something and then start apologizing AGAIN. Harry sighed and continued to eat in silence, trying not to contemplate how filthy his robes were getting.

Hermione sat on Harry's right and kept trying to engage him in conversation while at the same time scolding him for not eating enough. It was true that after a few bites of sausage Harry had simply sat and played with his food. It wasn't his fault he wasn't hungry. Besides, he knew what would most likely happen. He'd be in the middle of double potions and he would suddenly be starving; or something equally unfortunate.

Wanting to escape Hermione's mother hen-ing as soon as Harry felt food stop hitting his back he rose from the table saying he would be right back and that he just had to use the restroom. Harry's annoyance with Hermione was short lived however and guilt replaced it when he saw Hermione looking at him worriedly.

"I'm fine Hermione. I'll be back in a few minutes." Hermione nodded, looking slightly assuaged and Harry left the Great Hall. As Harry walked down the hall he decided he might as well go to the bathroom. Not having anywhere else to go. Plus, he could get a good look at the back of his robes.

Once in the restroom Harry removed his robes and looked at them disdainfully. It wasn't as bad as he thought but his hands were quickly sticky with syrup. As Harry went to work washing his robes so some of the food wouldn't stain he got a chance to look at himself. He was definitely able to see why Hermione was so anxious to get him to eat more, he was pretty pale. On a happier note, Harry was glad to see that although his eyes still had bags under them from lack of sleep they no longer looked sunken and his face didn't seem so gaunt. It seemed that after Harry had gotten back into the flow of Hogwarts and the initial stress that came with the beginning of term had passed he was much more able to cope. Harry was just about to leave after putting his slightly damp school robes back on when a wave of pain went through him and he had to clutch the sink so hard his knuckles went white to keep from falling. The Gryffindor dimly registered the stall door behind him opening as another wave rent through him and his legs gave out. Doubled over on his knees Harry fought to get his voice under enough control to answer the inquiries of a voice he recognized as Ernie's.

"Harry, Harry what is it? What's wrong?" At least he isn't an idiot. He realized something was wrong instead of asking if I was okay.

"Ernie, please get….. get Draco."

"Malfoy? Harry are you mad? A Hufflepuff going up to the Slytherin table in the middle of breakfast; they'll eat me alive!" It seemed the boy was going to ignore Harry's use of the Slytherin's first name.

"They…..might. Draco….won't. Just get….him." Harry was having trouble finding the breath to talk between bouts of pain. Without any more hesitations Ernie was sprinting out the door.

As the Hufflepuff burst through the doors all eyes turned to him. This is insane! I can't believe I'm willingly talking Malfoy! There were a few surprised looks as Ernie skidded past the Hufflepuff table and began down the Slytherin one. Eyes went wide as he stopped by Malfoy and the Slytherin's all glared. Ernie was panting by now and Draco looked at him curiously.

"What the hell do you want Macmillan?"

"Har-Harry. Something's wrong. Sent me to get you." Draco's smirk was immediately replaced with eyes clouded with worry.

"Where?"

"Bathroom. First floor."

"Tell Hermione and Weasley."

Draco rose from the table quickly and left the hall without a second glance at his shocked housemates. Ernie went to the other side of the hall and quickly told Hermione what he had told Draco. The girl pulled on Ron's sleeve and whispered something hurriedly and then they both left after Draco; Ernie trailing behind.

When the three got to the bathroom it was to find Harry in the same position he had been when Ernie left with Draco kneeling next to him and rubbing his back.

"Harry!" Hermione all but shrieked. Draco looked at the girl as she knelt by his boyfriend's other side.

"We have to get him to Madame Pomphrey." It wasn't Hermione that answered however.

"No," Harry gasped out. "She can't…..help." Draco looked over Harry's back at Hermione.

"Well, lets at least get you up to your dorm." The Slytherin took one of Harry's arms and put it over his own shoulder. "Weasley, will you get his other arm?" Ron scurried over and together the two boys hauled Harry to his feet and went out the door. Ernie simply stared after them, his mouth slightly agape. Hermione turned around, hand on the doorknob.

"Um, thanks Ernie." Ernie could only nod and Hermione sped out the door.

After somehow getting the moaning Harry up to his bed Draco could only stare helplessly at his love as the boy whimpered and lay on his side, curled into a fetal position and clutching his stomach with his eyes shut tight. Ron was pacing the room and Hermione was staring at Harry, biting her lip. After wiping a tear from his boyfriend's closed eyes Draco looked at Hermione.

"Can't you do something! Anything!"

"No, I can't. You remember what Professor Dumbledore said! No potions or spells or anything besides the concealment charm after three months. Harry's into his fourth month by now, it would harm the baby!" Draco's only reply was to curl himself around Harry and wrap his arms around the Gryffindor's stomach, offering his body as comfort.

They weren't left by themselves for long after because the door opened, admitting Neville, Seamus, and Dean into the dorm. Neville's eyes went wide, Seamus gasped, and Dean simply stood there.

"We saw you all leave and when Harry didn't come back we figured something was up," said Dean. "We wanted to make sure everything was alright."

"Well it obviously isn't." Snapped Draco. "So sod off!" The Slytherin felt his love squeeze one of his hands gently and said no more. A few seconds later Draco's grey eyes widened as Harry turned on his back, panting slightly and grey met emerald.

"Love?"

"I think….I think they're stopping." The blond sat up immediately and drew Harry into his lap. Draco continued to hold Harry, rocking him slightly until the Gryffindor was breathing normally and it seemed the worst had passed.

When Harry was sitting up in Draco's lap and seemed alright Seamus seemed to burst, as if it had been an effort for him not to speak.

"What the hell was that! What is goin' on?" Harry looked over his shoulder at boy whose lap he was sitting.

"I think I'll have to tell them Draco." Draco muttered something about thick, nosy, good-for-nothing Gryffindors but nodded his head in defeat. Harry took a deep breath and looked at the three people present who didn't know about his condition.

"I'm pregnant." Seamus fell off his bed, Neville's mouth was so wide it looked as if he was trying to stuff a soccer ball down it, and Dean looked quizzical.

"But you're a guy mate! Unless there's something else you aren't telling us…." Dean's eyes went wide at his own conclusion. This time it was Draco who almost fell off the bed.

"Harry is not a cross dresser or a transvestite or….. he is a GUY." Hermione had to stifle her giggles at Draco's and Ron's expressions. Harry only sighed.

"I didn't know guys could get pregnant either. Apparently there's a case of it about once every ten years. If two wizards are really strong or something their magic can combine and make a baby." After a few minutes in which Harry was stared at Seamus shook his head.

"You're messing with us Harry. Look, if you don't wanna tell us the truth-." Harry looked at him exasperatedly.

"Don't you think I'd come up with a more believable story if I was lying to you?" Seamus shrugged. Harry took his wand out of his pocket.

"If you won't believe me," he sat up straighter and muttered a spell. Harry moved his robes to his sides, and there, clearly visible, was a bump. Neville's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of there sockets. Harry threw his arms up.

"See! Now would I make this up!" Dean and Seamus looked at each other.

"Sorry mate. I mean. It's just….we've never heard-," Seamus said lamely. As the boys (minus Ron) drew closer to Harry's bed to examine his stomach Draco's arms around the Gryffindor's now evident bump grew protectively tighter. Harry put his own hand over one of Draco's.

"It's alright, love. These are my friends remember?"

"Friends might still hurt you," Draco growled.

"Draco, its fine. Okay? I trust them. Do you really think I'd tell them if I didn't?" The lone Slytherin begrudgingly shook his head and reluctantly moved his arms away from Harry. With a sudden 'thud' everyone looked over to Neville. The boy had fainted. Draco rolled his eyes disdainfully only to get a glare from his boyfriend.

"Well," Draco said half heartedly. "At least he landed on a bed."