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Eclipse

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Harry was having a great deal of trouble concentrating in Transfiguration. He was well into his fifth month of pregnancy now, his sixth almost upon him. The amount of sleep he was receiving on a day to day basis was proving not enough so he was frequently falling asleep in his classes. Today though, he felt worse then usual. Since he had woken up the seeker had felt sluggish and had been going through his day in a kind of trance.

The boy winced as the child inside of him gave a particularly nasty kick and he wrapped his arms firmly around his midsection, the kick being accompanied by a painful throb of Harry's head.

"You okay, mate?" Ron whispered from his location next to Harry. He nodded but before he could say anything the bell signaling the end of class rang and the regular scrambling for the door began.

Once out of the classroom Harry bid his friends farewell as they went their separate ways; Ron to Divination, Hermione to Arithmancy, and Harry back to his dormitory. He was half way up the marble staircase when a shooting pain went through his head, causing momentary dizziness and he had to grab onto the banister for support.

"Harry!" He turned and saw Draco racing to him up the stairs. "Are you alright? Is your stomach hurting again?" Harry shook his head, allowing Draco to help him up the rest of the stairs.

"I'm fine. I just got a little dizzy for a second there." Draco looked at him worriedly.

"Are you sure? You don't look well."

"I think I might have a cold or something. I'm just feeling a little sluggish is all."

"If you say so. Where are you headed, don't you have class?"

"I have divination but I'm skiving it off in favour of a steaming bath." The Slytherin nodded. "You better be going though or you'll be late."

"I'll see you later." The blond gave him a light kiss and headed back the way he had come.

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Draco was trying to pay attention in Binns' class; he really was but as hard as he tried his mind kept going back to Harry. His boyfriend really hadn't looked at all well, worse then usual. Coming to a sudden decision Draco raised his hand. Binns, looking as surprised as if Draco had just sprouted wings, blinked at him.

"Yes, Mr. Malloy?" Draco rolled his eyes but otherwise he ignored the botching of his name.

"I'm not feeling very well. May I go see Madame Pomphrey?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Before Draco was out the door Binns' droning lecture had already continued.

He made his way quickly up to his dormitories and then through the secret passage to his lover's. When he entered the room he found it empty. The blond walked over to the bathroom and heard running water. He opened it and found Harry sitting in a steaming bubble bath, his head resting against the ledge and his very pregnant belly fully visible. The boy's eyes were closed so Draco coughed in an attempt not to frighten Harry. The Gryffindor's eyes opened and he looked confusedly at Draco.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" The blond shed his robes and sat on the ledge of the bath tub, his hand playing lazily in the water.

"I was worried so I decided to come check on you." Harry closed his eyes again.

"I told you I was fine."

"Since when do I believe you?" Harry laughed lightly.

"Point taken." For a few minutes the two sat in the bathroom silently, each lost in their own thoughts. Then, Harry gasped and clutched at his stomach.

"What is it?" Draco moved so that the Gryffindor's head was on his lap. Harry frowned and rubbed his stomach absentmindedly.

"Nothing, the baby's just very restless today."

"How about we get you out of the water and into bed?" Harry nodded. Draco grabbed a towel and opened his arms for his lover. Harry rose from the bath, albeit with difficulty and allowed the Slytherin's arms to envelop him. The blond wrapped the huge towel around his love's shoulders and turned him so that they weren't facing each other. Draco began rubbing soothing circles on the swollen stomach as Harry allowed his head to flop back onto Draco's shoulder.

"My," Draco said as he felt one of his child's kicks for himself. "You weren't kidding."

"I swear, this child is going to be a football player."

"A what player?"

"Football, it's a muggle sport."

"My child is not going to play a muggle sport."

"Draco…"

"I'm half kidding."

"So you're half serious?" Draco turned Harry once more so that he could look in his face.

"Harry, since we first began dating I knew that for our relationship to work I would have to give up a lot of things I was raised to believe and do but that doesn't mean I can change who I am. I was raised to be a pureblood heir, a proper member of wizarding society. Although I can realize faults in things I was told like, Hermione being below me simply because of her heritage, that doesn't mean it's easy for me. I've had a hatred of everything muggle grained into be since I was old enough to tell the difference between them and wizards. I am a Slytherin, through and through. That can't just change over night." Harry nodded against his love's chest.

"I know. Besides, you know as well as I do that any child we have will probably end up being a Quidditch player. I doubt they could fight the genes." Harry could feel the rumble of the Slytherin's laugher. He fought to stiffen a yawn but failed miserably. Draco pushed the Gyrffindor onto his bed gently.

"Sleep now. You have a little less then a hour before this class is out and then lunch." Harry nodded sleepily, his eyes blinking slowly as they fought to stay open for a few moments more.

"I'll see you in Charms then." The blond nodded and after pecking his love's cheek he left the same way he had come.

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Draco was musing over Flitwick's instructions when he heard Hermione's voice and turned. In she walked with Weasley but where was Harry? Immediately, worry gripped the Slytherin's heart as he remembered the boy's sickly hue. Before he had time to think Draco rose and walked right up to the two trio members.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione looked taken aback but answered nonetheless.

"His fever rose so he went to see Madame Pomphrey." Without another word (or his books) the blond walked briskly out of the classroom. "She said it's nothing to worry about!" Hermione called after Draco but he was already gone.

Draco practically ran to the hospital wing and as he entered the door slammed open. Harry looked up at him, startled for the second time that day by his lover's sudden appearance. The Slytherin almost crashed into Harry's bed in his hurry but managed to stop himself.

"Are you alright!" He asked breathlessly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. When I woke up I had a bit of fever so I came here but Madame Pomphrey says I've just got cold. She wants me to stay here so I can get a proper rest and she can make sure I don't get worse (which I shouldn't). She's worried I'll strain myself or something if I go back to class." The Slytherin visibly sighed.

"Thank merlin, I was so worried." Harry's mouth turned into a small smile.

"You're always worried."

"Yes, well, someone has to be."

"Mr. Malfoy!" The two students both turned and saw Madame Pomphrey bustling in with some unknown concoction in her hands. "What do you think you're doing? No, never mind. You need to leave so Mr. Potter can rest."

"Yes, Madame Pomphrey." The Slytherin's voice sounded so innocent he almost had Harry fooled, that is to say, he almost had Harry fooled until he was at the door but turned and winked.

"Now," Madame Pomphrey said after the blond had left. "Drink this." Harry glared at the vial, wishing he could make it disappear. He knew from experience it would not taste pleasant. When he felt the nurse's eyes upon him, Harry took the vial and downed the contents, trying not to taste it. He didn't have to worry about not tasting it for long before he was fast asleep.

Madame Pomphrey shook her head at the boy in front of her and carefully removed his glasses. His presence had graced her hospital wing far to many times for someone his age. He had gone through so many things, both physically and mentally. In fact, the boy was so accident prone Madame Pomphrey would consider herself lucky if she could manage for the boy to carry his child full term. She spared the boy a cursory glance but clucked her tongue when she saw the bags under his eyes. Shaking her head again, the nurse left the boy's bedside and walked back into her office, thinking of all the other times she had tended to Harry and how, somehow, his sickly and sleeping form was more disconcerting then all the other times, wounds and all because there was so much more at stake.