Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love For What You Believe In ❯ Unexpected Occurance ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter 11: Unexpected Occurrence
The sound of the toilet flushing and the light filtering in from the door left ajar stirred Draco from him slumber. Drearily he heaved himself from the bed and went to investigate the disturbance that had awoken him. He staggered over to the wide open door of the bathroom to see Harry slumped over the toilet. Rushing to his side Draco felt his forehead. It was clammy but cool. Lifting his lover into his arms he took him back to their bed. Harry had passed out but was breathing slowly. Draco paced the room thoughts zooming about his head. He couldn’t quite figure out what he should do. Was there something seriously wrong with Harry or was he just mildly ill? When would he wake up?
Is he going to be OK?
“I’m alright Draco.” A voice cracked from the bed. Again Draco was at Harry’s side in an instant.
“Are you sure? Can I get you anything? Water maybe? Or another pillow, a blanket?”
“Stop fussing!” and with that Harry feebly swatted him around the back of his head.
“I think I must have just picked up a bug. I’ll be fine. I just need a good rest.”
Draco cupped Harry’s face in his hands and gazed into his emerald eyes, Draco’s fair eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“If you’re sure…” He whispered. He felt Harry nod between his hands. They settled back into bed, Draco not quite sleeping all night. Every stray sniff or slight movement and Draco was hovering about making sure that Harry was alright. Harry however was oblivious to all of Draco’s attentions as he had fallen into a deep sleep almost instantly.
The morning seemed to take years to come; well to Draco it did anyway. Draco had washed and dressed but left Harry to sleep. The brunette’s cheeks had gained a slight amount of colour during the night, but his complexion was still to chalky for Draco to even think about waking him. Let alone going to lessons. So he just left for the day leaving Harry to rest and recover.
When Harry woke it was days later and must have been the middle of the afternoon. The sun was low in the sky but still bright on the horizon. He sat up swaying slightly, his limbs felt heavy and sluggish, but he was definitely feeling less sick. He washed and went down to dinner. Ron and Hermione probed him about how he was feeling as soon as he sat down. They’d been told of Harry’s illness first thing on the first morning. Dinner was over quickly and harry didn’t eat anything at all, barely sipped his water, and soon the gang had returned to the boys private rooms.
Hermione was catching Harry up on what he had missed while Ron and Draco chatted idly about quidditch.
“Oh. I got you something mate. When we went to Hodsmeade. You slept straight through this weekend and missed the trip.” Ron rooted around in his bag and pulled out a large jar.
“The biggest jar of every flavour beans that they had.”
Harry’s face spread into a grin and soon the jar of every flavour beans sat on the table, half empty the rest of the contents spread across the desk.
“I really want a beetroot one, anybody know what colour they are?” Harry asked frantically scrabbling around in the pile of assorted jelly beans.
The table just stared at him like he’d just sprouted antlers.
“Wouldn’t you like a better flavour? Like chocolate or at least something normal…”
“Nah, I really WANT a beetroot one. OR cheese. Do they do cheese? They must do, it says every flavour…” Harry continued mumbling to himself as he rifled around in the pile of sweets. He rooted out a few beans hoping that one of them was the flavour he wanted. He inspected a yellow bean scrutinizingly.
“Does this look like cheese to you?” he asked holding up to Hermione.
“I t does, but they can be deceiving remember…”
Hermione’s vague conformation was enough for Harry and he popped the sweet into his mouth and chewed.
He stopped.
“Not cheese...” he managed to mumble before he bolted into the bathroom.
He emerged minutes later.
“Maybe I’m not ready for food yet...”
“What flavour was it then?” Hermione asked
“Banana. But I really did want cheese.” Harry rested his chin on his hands and sulked.
As the evening drew on Harry started to fall asleep in his hands. Hermione and Ron packed up to leave Harry in peace.
“He’ll probably be in lessons tomorrow” Draco sighed
“You know how he is; if he feels better he’ll get himself out of this room. He probably should rest some more but he won’t. Stubborn…”
“Well we’ll all keep an eye on him won’t we? It’ll be fine” Hermione smiled reassuringly before she and Ron retired.
The week drew on and Harry’s condition did improve and he was back attending lessons. Every now and then he had another spell of nausea, but he was keeping his food down a lot better now. He had days where he barely ate anything and other’s where he shuffled it down like a dragon.
Ron and Harry were in the great hall playing a game of wizard’s chess, their favourite pastime to avoid work.
Draco however was accompanying Hermione to the library. The four had slowly been emerging into the public eye as friends in small doses. There were still surprised glances and fervid whispers following them, but most people were keeping themselves to themselves not bothering to interfere.
“How’s Harry been then?” Hermione asked as she perused the shelves.
“Not too bad” the blonde replied leaning against the shelf staring up at the rows of leather bound books in front of him.
“He’s still restless some nights, but as I said he’s not too bad”
She nodded still rifling through books. Draco focused in on the books in front of his eyes and started reading the titles just to pass the time.
Quidditch: a history of competition.
Anatomy of Dragons.
Powerful Wizard Couples.
Draco’s brow furrowed and he picked up the book and looked down at the black leather book with intricate silver writing. Powerful Wizard Couples. Somehow that seemed just like a description of him and Harry. He flipped it open and thumbed through the pages. He put the book under his arm and joined Hermione as she carted her stack of books out.
Every evening Draco read at least a chapter of the book he picked up in the library. He found it fascinating. He hadn’t realised how many wizard couples there were out there with so much power. He read the tales of their trials and tribulations. Of their past and present and about how they had made the most of their lives.
Pancakes.
Draco looked down at his sleeping lover who was asleep next to him. Harry had fallen asleep quite early tonight; he’d tired himself out over the course of the day and just crashed when they got back from dinner. Yet here he was, still dreaming of food. Draco tried looking deeper into Harry’s mind but he just got images of pancakes, warm milk, 3 golden flickering lights and the word life. Draco couldn’t understand Harry’s thoughts recently. The brunette’s mind had been a jumble of confusion for the past week at least and it was just getting harder to understand. Tomorrow was the weekend again; Draco gladly welcomed it as it seemed to give him longer to watch Harry, and simply to be with him. Draco ran his fingers through a few stray brown curls on Harry’s cheek before he picked his book up and started again on the page he’d just marked.
Same Sex couples and their families.
Now here was a chapter that really did hit home for their situation. Grey eyes skimmed the sentences and admired the two photographs adorning the opposite page. The top was of two wizards and a little boy playing Quidditch in the garden, the snitch casually zipping in and out of the frame. The caption read “The Vale-Miller’s enjoying a nice game in their garden. Patrick, Luke and their son Martyn.” And the little boy whizzing around on his broom really was a spitting image of both wizards. He had the wide blue eyes of Luke but the same freckles across his nose just like Patrick.
The second picture was of two witches sitting under a tree on a checked blanket with an open hamper. And there sat two toddlers, one boy one girl, twins it appeared. Merrily eating and laughing with their parents. “A casual picnic one summer’s day was just what was needed”
These pages made Draco think. It was rare but possible that same sex wizarding couples could procreate, just look at these photos, all the children were replicas of their respective parents.
.......Is it possible? Realisation dawned on Draco as to just what might be the problem with Harry. Draco darted from the bed, as quietly as he could, and headed straight for the Gryffindor girl’s dorm. Bounding in silently he rushed over to Hermione’s side and gently nudged her awake. He couldn’t wait; he had to speak to her now.
“Hermione...” she snuffled mildly and shifted her position “Hermione!” he gave her a firm nudge
“Who what?” she bolted upright blinking heavily.
“It’s me, Draco”
Rubbing her face sleepily she stared at Draco
“Is there a particular reason you’re waking me up at 3am?”
“It's just I had a thought....” he proceeded to explain about the book he borrowed and the theory he had.
“So do you reckon instead of an illness.... that they’re symptoms?”
“Whoa. I guess they could be, but it’s very difficult to tell, he’s only been feeling under the weather for just over a week, some bugs can last quite a long time. But it’s definitely something to consider.”
For the next week Hermione and Draco watched Harry like vultures, trying to figure out if their theory could be true, or if Harry’s was just suffering from a bug.
They were near enough sure that they were right when Harry ran into their room crying yesterday afternoon after he realised that he hadn’t started an essay that was due in two days.
But still they had no real proof. What could he do?
How can I really find out...?
“Find out what?”
Harry sat next to Draco on their bed peering over at the book the blonde was pretending to read.
“Oh nothing much, just wondering what dessert is tomorrow, I know you’ve been after treacle tart all week.”
“Oh, well I’m not really that bothered anymore. I’m now wondering if they’ll have apple pie, that’s really what I could do with.” Harry fell down onto the bed next to Draco and stretched and sighed.
Wow, I ache all over
“Aw really” Draco whispered lying next to him and running his pale fingers through his lover’s dark hair.
“How about a massage my sweet, that should help, right?”
“That does sound nice right now....”
Draco leant down to kiss Harry on the lips and moved his legs to be either side of him. Slowly he grasped at the hem of Harry’s jumper and pulled it up and over his head, then moving his nimble fingers to undo all the buttons on his shirt exposing his soft chest.
With a wave of his wand Draco had summoned a massage cream to his side; it smelt faintly of lavender and was cooling to the skin.
Draco ran the silky cream through his fingers and spread it across Harry’s bare chest, smoothing it into his skin.
“That feels so good. I’ve ached like mad all week, I think I’ve needed this” Harry said watching Draco’s hands roam across his skin.
“Well I’m glad I’m helping you feel better then” He smiled tracing his fingers down Harry’s chest. He rubbed his palms across the brunette’s hips and across his stomach.
Draco stopped. He ran his hands across Harry’s stomach again. Something felt unusual.
Could it be? .......It feels… kind of…. Firm
Harry picked up on these signals and sat up.
“What does?”
“Well – er - your stomach.” He replied feeling it again. Harry moved his own hand down and pushed against his stomach, a curious frown across his face.
“I think… I think…” he stammered gazing into the grey eyes of his love
“I think I felt something”
A/N: I know, i know i’m such a bad person for leaving this long between chapters >.< But my new job takes up a lot more time!!! I hope this chapter is satisfactory ^^
The sound of the toilet flushing and the light filtering in from the door left ajar stirred Draco from him slumber. Drearily he heaved himself from the bed and went to investigate the disturbance that had awoken him. He staggered over to the wide open door of the bathroom to see Harry slumped over the toilet. Rushing to his side Draco felt his forehead. It was clammy but cool. Lifting his lover into his arms he took him back to their bed. Harry had passed out but was breathing slowly. Draco paced the room thoughts zooming about his head. He couldn’t quite figure out what he should do. Was there something seriously wrong with Harry or was he just mildly ill? When would he wake up?
Is he going to be OK?
“I’m alright Draco.” A voice cracked from the bed. Again Draco was at Harry’s side in an instant.
“Are you sure? Can I get you anything? Water maybe? Or another pillow, a blanket?”
“Stop fussing!” and with that Harry feebly swatted him around the back of his head.
“I think I must have just picked up a bug. I’ll be fine. I just need a good rest.”
Draco cupped Harry’s face in his hands and gazed into his emerald eyes, Draco’s fair eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“If you’re sure…” He whispered. He felt Harry nod between his hands. They settled back into bed, Draco not quite sleeping all night. Every stray sniff or slight movement and Draco was hovering about making sure that Harry was alright. Harry however was oblivious to all of Draco’s attentions as he had fallen into a deep sleep almost instantly.
The morning seemed to take years to come; well to Draco it did anyway. Draco had washed and dressed but left Harry to sleep. The brunette’s cheeks had gained a slight amount of colour during the night, but his complexion was still to chalky for Draco to even think about waking him. Let alone going to lessons. So he just left for the day leaving Harry to rest and recover.
When Harry woke it was days later and must have been the middle of the afternoon. The sun was low in the sky but still bright on the horizon. He sat up swaying slightly, his limbs felt heavy and sluggish, but he was definitely feeling less sick. He washed and went down to dinner. Ron and Hermione probed him about how he was feeling as soon as he sat down. They’d been told of Harry’s illness first thing on the first morning. Dinner was over quickly and harry didn’t eat anything at all, barely sipped his water, and soon the gang had returned to the boys private rooms.
Hermione was catching Harry up on what he had missed while Ron and Draco chatted idly about quidditch.
“Oh. I got you something mate. When we went to Hodsmeade. You slept straight through this weekend and missed the trip.” Ron rooted around in his bag and pulled out a large jar.
“The biggest jar of every flavour beans that they had.”
Harry’s face spread into a grin and soon the jar of every flavour beans sat on the table, half empty the rest of the contents spread across the desk.
“I really want a beetroot one, anybody know what colour they are?” Harry asked frantically scrabbling around in the pile of assorted jelly beans.
The table just stared at him like he’d just sprouted antlers.
“Wouldn’t you like a better flavour? Like chocolate or at least something normal…”
“Nah, I really WANT a beetroot one. OR cheese. Do they do cheese? They must do, it says every flavour…” Harry continued mumbling to himself as he rifled around in the pile of sweets. He rooted out a few beans hoping that one of them was the flavour he wanted. He inspected a yellow bean scrutinizingly.
“Does this look like cheese to you?” he asked holding up to Hermione.
“I t does, but they can be deceiving remember…”
Hermione’s vague conformation was enough for Harry and he popped the sweet into his mouth and chewed.
He stopped.
“Not cheese...” he managed to mumble before he bolted into the bathroom.
He emerged minutes later.
“Maybe I’m not ready for food yet...”
“What flavour was it then?” Hermione asked
“Banana. But I really did want cheese.” Harry rested his chin on his hands and sulked.
As the evening drew on Harry started to fall asleep in his hands. Hermione and Ron packed up to leave Harry in peace.
“He’ll probably be in lessons tomorrow” Draco sighed
“You know how he is; if he feels better he’ll get himself out of this room. He probably should rest some more but he won’t. Stubborn…”
“Well we’ll all keep an eye on him won’t we? It’ll be fine” Hermione smiled reassuringly before she and Ron retired.
The week drew on and Harry’s condition did improve and he was back attending lessons. Every now and then he had another spell of nausea, but he was keeping his food down a lot better now. He had days where he barely ate anything and other’s where he shuffled it down like a dragon.
Ron and Harry were in the great hall playing a game of wizard’s chess, their favourite pastime to avoid work.
Draco however was accompanying Hermione to the library. The four had slowly been emerging into the public eye as friends in small doses. There were still surprised glances and fervid whispers following them, but most people were keeping themselves to themselves not bothering to interfere.
“How’s Harry been then?” Hermione asked as she perused the shelves.
“Not too bad” the blonde replied leaning against the shelf staring up at the rows of leather bound books in front of him.
“He’s still restless some nights, but as I said he’s not too bad”
She nodded still rifling through books. Draco focused in on the books in front of his eyes and started reading the titles just to pass the time.
Quidditch: a history of competition.
Anatomy of Dragons.
Powerful Wizard Couples.
Draco’s brow furrowed and he picked up the book and looked down at the black leather book with intricate silver writing. Powerful Wizard Couples. Somehow that seemed just like a description of him and Harry. He flipped it open and thumbed through the pages. He put the book under his arm and joined Hermione as she carted her stack of books out.
Every evening Draco read at least a chapter of the book he picked up in the library. He found it fascinating. He hadn’t realised how many wizard couples there were out there with so much power. He read the tales of their trials and tribulations. Of their past and present and about how they had made the most of their lives.
Pancakes.
Draco looked down at his sleeping lover who was asleep next to him. Harry had fallen asleep quite early tonight; he’d tired himself out over the course of the day and just crashed when they got back from dinner. Yet here he was, still dreaming of food. Draco tried looking deeper into Harry’s mind but he just got images of pancakes, warm milk, 3 golden flickering lights and the word life. Draco couldn’t understand Harry’s thoughts recently. The brunette’s mind had been a jumble of confusion for the past week at least and it was just getting harder to understand. Tomorrow was the weekend again; Draco gladly welcomed it as it seemed to give him longer to watch Harry, and simply to be with him. Draco ran his fingers through a few stray brown curls on Harry’s cheek before he picked his book up and started again on the page he’d just marked.
Same Sex couples and their families.
Now here was a chapter that really did hit home for their situation. Grey eyes skimmed the sentences and admired the two photographs adorning the opposite page. The top was of two wizards and a little boy playing Quidditch in the garden, the snitch casually zipping in and out of the frame. The caption read “The Vale-Miller’s enjoying a nice game in their garden. Patrick, Luke and their son Martyn.” And the little boy whizzing around on his broom really was a spitting image of both wizards. He had the wide blue eyes of Luke but the same freckles across his nose just like Patrick.
The second picture was of two witches sitting under a tree on a checked blanket with an open hamper. And there sat two toddlers, one boy one girl, twins it appeared. Merrily eating and laughing with their parents. “A casual picnic one summer’s day was just what was needed”
These pages made Draco think. It was rare but possible that same sex wizarding couples could procreate, just look at these photos, all the children were replicas of their respective parents.
.......Is it possible? Realisation dawned on Draco as to just what might be the problem with Harry. Draco darted from the bed, as quietly as he could, and headed straight for the Gryffindor girl’s dorm. Bounding in silently he rushed over to Hermione’s side and gently nudged her awake. He couldn’t wait; he had to speak to her now.
“Hermione...” she snuffled mildly and shifted her position “Hermione!” he gave her a firm nudge
“Who what?” she bolted upright blinking heavily.
“It’s me, Draco”
Rubbing her face sleepily she stared at Draco
“Is there a particular reason you’re waking me up at 3am?”
“It's just I had a thought....” he proceeded to explain about the book he borrowed and the theory he had.
“So do you reckon instead of an illness.... that they’re symptoms?”
“Whoa. I guess they could be, but it’s very difficult to tell, he’s only been feeling under the weather for just over a week, some bugs can last quite a long time. But it’s definitely something to consider.”
For the next week Hermione and Draco watched Harry like vultures, trying to figure out if their theory could be true, or if Harry’s was just suffering from a bug.
They were near enough sure that they were right when Harry ran into their room crying yesterday afternoon after he realised that he hadn’t started an essay that was due in two days.
But still they had no real proof. What could he do?
How can I really find out...?
“Find out what?”
Harry sat next to Draco on their bed peering over at the book the blonde was pretending to read.
“Oh nothing much, just wondering what dessert is tomorrow, I know you’ve been after treacle tart all week.”
“Oh, well I’m not really that bothered anymore. I’m now wondering if they’ll have apple pie, that’s really what I could do with.” Harry fell down onto the bed next to Draco and stretched and sighed.
Wow, I ache all over
“Aw really” Draco whispered lying next to him and running his pale fingers through his lover’s dark hair.
“How about a massage my sweet, that should help, right?”
“That does sound nice right now....”
Draco leant down to kiss Harry on the lips and moved his legs to be either side of him. Slowly he grasped at the hem of Harry’s jumper and pulled it up and over his head, then moving his nimble fingers to undo all the buttons on his shirt exposing his soft chest.
With a wave of his wand Draco had summoned a massage cream to his side; it smelt faintly of lavender and was cooling to the skin.
Draco ran the silky cream through his fingers and spread it across Harry’s bare chest, smoothing it into his skin.
“That feels so good. I’ve ached like mad all week, I think I’ve needed this” Harry said watching Draco’s hands roam across his skin.
“Well I’m glad I’m helping you feel better then” He smiled tracing his fingers down Harry’s chest. He rubbed his palms across the brunette’s hips and across his stomach.
Draco stopped. He ran his hands across Harry’s stomach again. Something felt unusual.
Could it be? .......It feels… kind of…. Firm
Harry picked up on these signals and sat up.
“What does?”
“Well – er - your stomach.” He replied feeling it again. Harry moved his own hand down and pushed against his stomach, a curious frown across his face.
“I think… I think…” he stammered gazing into the grey eyes of his love
“I think I felt something”
A/N: I know, i know i’m such a bad person for leaving this long between chapters >.< But my new job takes up a lot more time!!! I hope this chapter is satisfactory ^^