A/N: I will not abandon any of my stories here without stating it, so don't worry about that. Things have been busy with work and school. My life is rather shot to hell right now, and if you'll excuse my bluntness, I'm pretty fucked up and have been for awhile. At first I had no motivation to write anything worthwhile, then I had no inspiration to update here (even once I had written more installments). I'm sorry for the wait, I truly am. Being a fanfic reader as well as a writer, I know how frustrating it can be when an author leaves a story hanging for any length of time. I hope I haven't lost anyone, but I'm fairly sure I must have, it was unavoidable.

Kelly

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Harry bit his lip when he saw Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle walk in. There was a big gaping hole where Draco should have been. The blond had been off for almost a month, never seeming to recover after that Quidditch match. He was completely out of it most days, more and more frequently not even he coming to class. Harry had continued to try multiple times to get him to go and see Madame Pomphrey but the Slytherin was being more stubborn then usual and refused every time. Lately, when Harry would go and check on his boyfriend Draco wouldn't even see him! He'd lock himself in the bathroom or something. The Gryffindor knew there was something his boyfriend wasn't telling him. He knew there was something wrong with the blond aside from a common sickness. But, for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it was.

What made Draco's sudden ill health even more unfortunate was that Harry, himself was feeling spectacular. He had begun to really wonder about what Dumbledore had told him. If the stomach pains were supposed to get worse as the pregnancy progressed then why had they gone away completely? It didn't make any sense but Harry wasn't about to question it.

The boy rose and walked over to the entering Slytherins. They looked at him warily, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle backing away. Harry looked squarely into Blaise's defiant eyes.

"What's wrong with Draco?"

"He wasn't feeling well," the boy replied.

"Where is he?" Harry questioned. Blaise shook his head and looked at his feet.

"He told us not to tell you." Harry frowned but before he could open his mouth to protest Blaise spoke over him. "Look Potter, I know you care about Drake but the only thing you can do for him is leave him alone right now." Harry shook his head and walked out the door.

"Sorry," he said over his shoulder. "But I don't believe that and neither do you." Blaise came out after him and continued trying to dissuade him all the way to the Slytherin common rooms. When Harry reached the doors he frowned, he didn't know the new password for that month. His eyes locked with Blaise's and the Slytherin began shaking his head empathically.

"No way, I'm not telling you!" Harry rounded on him.

"Zabini, you aren't a complete idiot. Listen to me, you know that I can help Draco. You know as well as I do whatever is the matter with him he shouldn't be dealing with alone. He needs me, he just doesn't want to upset me. I'm not a delicate, little, glass flower. I won't break. We are in a relationship. This implies that we are there for each other and will help each other. Just because I'm knocked up doesn't suddenly make our relationship one sided." Blaise opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a minute or so. He brought his hands to his head and began massaging his temples.

"Draco's gonna kill me." Harry smiled and clapped his hands, jumping up and down.

"THANK YOU!" Blaise blinked at the boy's sudden change of emotions then shrugged it off. With a wave of his hand and a resigned sigh he said the password and watched as Harry bounded in.

Harry practically ran to his love's dorms. When he got to what he knew was the correct door he knocked softly.

"Dray?" There was a low moan, full of pain, from inside the room, causing Harry's eyebrow's to knit together. Harry quickly shoved the door open and ran to his lover's bed.

Draco lie there, hopelessly tangled in his sheets as he writhed about. He was pale, even more so then usual and his body was caked in sweat. His dry, white lips were open in a silent scream, barely allowing panting breaths through. When Harry looked in the blond's eyes he saw they were dull and glazed over, the Gryffindor wasn't even sure Draco could see him.

Before he knew what he was doing Harry had drawn Draco as close to his chest as his concealed bulge would allow. He began running his fingers through the blond's sodden locks and humming softly. After what seemed like hours but could have only been fifteen minutes at most Draco's body stopped spasming and the blond unwrapped his arms from his stomach. There was something all to familiar about that gesture.

"W-what are you doing here?" Draco's voice was hoarse and the boy fought to speak through his frenzied breathing. Instead of answering his question Harry glared.

"Draco, why are having my stomach pains?"