Sickness

Hours later Harry looked out of the window of the train just in time to see it stop in front of Hogsmeade station beside the lovable half giant who was ushering the students to the carriages and collecting the first year students as he did it. Harry climbed off Draco's lap and stretched, lifting his arms to the ceiling and giving a large yawn that betrayed just how tired he still was. Seconds later the rest of the occupants of the compartment followed his lead, standing up, stretching and then making their way slowly out of the carriage and on to the platform. Yet Draco stayed sitting, watching his young love reach up and stand on his tip-toes to pull something out of his trunk.

"Hermione." Draco called to the last person that was about to leave.

"Hmm..." She answered while peering around the door and smiling.

"Hold the carriage for us will you?"

"Of course Draco. Just don't take too long." And with that she disappeared to join the Weasley.

Once she had disappeared Draco reached out and curled his hands around Harry's slight hips, loving the way the tailored school pants hugged each curve that he adored. His mate extracted a strange cloak from his trunk and tucked it away in his robes before looking down at his Veela.

"Hey you." The Slytherin murmured as he stood up and pulled the smaller frame against his own.

"Hi." The timid Gryffindor answered with a small blush. Draco rested one hand on Harry's soft cheek and let his thumb caress the reddened skin.

"I missed you beautiful." Draco confessed while running his nose down the pale column of that long neck.

"I missed you too darling." Harry cupped Draco's jaw and lifted his head so that he could look up into those pale silver eyes that he loved. His other hand slid through blonde locks to settle on the nape of Draco's neck.

"I's say lets not fight anymore but-"

"But what?" Harry urged, his fingers tracing pink rips.

"But," Draco rested his forehead against Harry's, "I've heard the make-up sex is brilliant."

"Draco!" Harry cried in scandalised tone yet allowing a large smile to take over his features and Draco to take over his lips.

Harry felt Draco's hands hook behind his knees and lift him up until he was at a height suitable for wrapping his legs around Draco's waist. He locked his ankles together and tilted his head to one side to give his lover better access to his mouth. The Elf opened his mouth and allowed his Veela to coil their tongues together in the most delicious way.

Harry really, really didn't want to let his husband go. Unfortunately as Draco's hands gave his thighs a squeeze he was reminded that a carriage was being saved for them.

"Dra-" Harry attempted to pull his mouth away and stop his husband from becoming too worked up but Draco's mouth followed his retreat and their lips were soon connected together again.

"Draco, stop." Harry said firmly as he unhooked his ankles and dropped to the floor, "We have to go. Hermione's saving the carriage for us remember?"

"Yeah, yeah." The Slytherin murmured under his breath.

"I heard that." The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow as Draco tried to win him over with a charming smile, "It's not gonna work."

"Damn." And with that they were walking onto the platform hand in hand, unwilling to part from each other for very long.

"Will you come eat with me tonight?" Harry asked with a small frown.

"If you want me to."

"I do." And Draco wrapped an arm around his loves small waist and pulled him closer to his side.

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Harry twirled his fork through his fingers as he regarded the food in front of him. Draco had picked up a healthy portion of most things in front of him and was currently turned to Hermione in the middle of a very riveting Ancient Runes discussion. Ron was busy stuffing his mouth full of food without even talking a break to breathe never mind hold a decent conversation. Harry bit his lip as he watched Draco take another forkful of vegetables while nodding to whichever point Hermione was talking about. The sight of the food disappearing into his husbands mouth just made his stomach churn but the sight of Ron shoving into his gob everything he could get his hands on...well...that just made him feel like throwing up.

It was even harder to concentrate on not throwing up when he had the whole Hall behind him pointing and whispering at his husband and himself. So far nothing drastic had happened. So far. The Gryffindors had welcomed Draco, not quite with open arms but without many questions or insults. They had accepted that he was with Harry even if they didn't quite know the full extent of the connection.

The Gryffindor propped his head up with one hand while looking at the meal the elves had provided. As delicious as all the food laid in front of him looked every time he caught a smell of something his stomach would curdle and nausea would arise. So his plate was empty and clean and the fork that he was twirling was unused. Harry shifted closer to his husband so that their thighs were completely pressed together. Draco put down his knife without turning from his conversation and placed his hand on Harry's knee, giving it a small squeeze. Harry sighed and wrinkled his nose as the smell of chicken rose from the platter in front of him. He took Draco's hand under the table and laced their fingers together tightly, willing himself not to throw up. He then put his fork down on his plate and wound his arm around Draco, letting his hand just rest on Draco's back. Draco gave Hermione one last smile and an agreement to her theory before turning to face Harry.

"What's wrong lovely?" Draco asked with a confused expression.

"I just...don't feel too good at the moment." Harry confessed and rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and strained his eyes to hear the muffled statement of 'Didn't want to interrupt.' Draco rolled his eyes and pulled his husband closer so that their bodies were touching from knee to shoulder.

"Well you can get checked up when you go to Pomfrey after dinner."

"Pomfrey?"

"You don't remember do you?" As soon as Harry shook his head Draco kindly reminded him, "Remember, we agreed that straight after dinner you would go to Pomfrey to get a check up on your health and her progress and I would go to Dumbledore to see if he will give us a joint room."

"How do you even know Hogwarts have rooms for married couples?" Harry asked sourly as his grip on his husband tightened. He didn't want to go to the hospital wing without Draco; he didn't feel that it was right for the father of his baby to miss their first check up.

"Less then a hundred years ago marriages were arranged and people had to marry young, even as young as 15. The headmaster at the time would have had to make arrangements for these couples or else...lets just say the school would become very unpopular very quickly."

"Okay... But why can't you come to the hospital wing with me as well?" Harry asked with a gorgeous little pout.

"Lovely, I don't want you up all night. It's better that we split up and do this because then we can go straight to our rooms as soon as you're finished." Harry nodded but still didn't like the idea and Draco could tell because of the small pout that still graced his Husbands face.

"Come on lovely, I'm sure Hermione will go with you if you asked her nicely." The small nod was repeated, "Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm trying to do my best lovely. Please help me out here." Draco pleaded in a soft patient voice that had Harry sighing but allowing his bottom lip to return to its original position.

"I'm sorry darling." Harry whispered in a caring voice.

"I know lovely." Draco pressed an innocent to Harry's temple. The whispers rose to an almost impossible level while still being whispers.

"Some people are so ridiculous." Hermione commented as she gave a particular Ravenclaw a spiteful glare.

"Don't worry about it, they'll get over it." Draco replied and turned to Harry with his eyebrows pulled together, "Can you please try to eat something. Please."

"I'll try." Harry reached for the one ting that didn't make him feel too queasy and, holding his breath, he ate it.

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"He is powerful, so very powerful."

"Master he has a Mate."

"Insolent fool!" A pale hand shot out to deliver a powerful strike to an already mangled face, "Do you not think me powerful enough to break one insignificant bond?"

"No master, of course not master." The figure knelt on the ground and dropped his head to the stone floor, silently asking for forgiveness, "You are all powerful master, the Veela cannot compete."

"I know." Long fingers trailed through the basin causing the silvery viscous liquid to ripple and disturb the picture it held, "Bring me another Unicorn." He ordered his slave, watching as the man hurried to the door on shaking legs with a sneer on his lips.

"The Elf and his child shall be mine and the Veela will be dead." The tall, pale man said with a low dangerous voice that even the bravest of people would be shaking at.

Another sweep of his fingers through the pure blood in the basin and finally the picture disappeared in a soft, slow ripple, the blackness of hair and green of eyes blending back into silver.

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Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck while the Veela leaned down for a breathless kiss. Their bodies moved in tandem without pausing or slowing. Harry let his head drop down to the pillow as Draco buried his head in his lover's neck. And then...warmth. Satisfaction. Love.

"Harry." The Slytherin breathed with a sigh when he had rolled to the side and uttered a cleaning spell.

"Draco." The Gryffindor replied in a lazy tone that betrayed his dazed state.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N -Short, I know. Sorry about the wait...can't give an excuse except, I've been busy lol.

If anyone can figure out who/what the 'Master' is, I'll give you a million triple chocolate chip cookies and Strawberry milkshake.

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E.V.S.