HP/DM: All This And Heaven, Too Ch. 3
Story Title: All This and Heaven Too
Rating: Most chapters will be PG/PG-13. Some will be R/NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, language, sugary fluff, with a dash of angst at the beginning and in the middle.
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author’s notes: Sorry this is very late. Still unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Chapter One
Chapter Three
Prompt: Sick in bed
Word Count: 1459
“Draco, I have something to tell you.
"This week, I had a little ‘health issue’ come up, but I’m feeling a whole lot better, so don’t get too excited.
“Well, let me back up a bit.
“First off, I wanted to apologize for saying all those things about you and Theo. I know you’d never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. You’ve been such a wonderful husband. These past few months of marriage have been pure bliss. Being with you has been better than I ever thought marriage could be. It wouldn’t make sense if you decided to be unfaithful now. You’d never betray all that we’ve built together, would you?
“And if you did, it wouldn’t be with a former lover, a former school chum, a person that you hired, and see every day? Someone you talk about all the goddamn time? Would you fuck me over for someone like that?" Harry's voice was beginning to rise.
“I mean, just because you once described in exquisite detail how he fucked you in your parents’ bed while they were downstairs having a dinner party. Then you gave that whore a job after you two broke up. Was it for services rendered that he gets paid so well? Did he earn his paycheck this week while you were away on business or was there a bonus involved for your overseas excursion?” Harry shouted.
By the time Harry finished his rant, the walls echoed back his voice. He could feel the blood pounding against his temples as his breathing came in short gasps. Draco had been gone for a whole week, yet Harry could feel jealousy rushing through his veins every time he thought of Theo being overseas with his Draco.
Harry was lying in bed and feeling nauseous. It wasn’t the first time he’d been laid up this week. Hell, it wasn't the third. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his diagnosis or because he imagined Draco and Theo having the best sex either of them had ever had-in his head.
No, that’s not the best way to start, Harry thought as he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He needed to figure out how to approach Draco about what happened this week without rehashing the previous argument. He thought if he practiced his speech, then he could get this all out without feeling like an idiot for getting himself in this situation.
Today, he had left work early feeling ill-again. He’d told Weatherford, the head Auror, about his diagnosis, and amazingly the elderly Auror understood.
“I know how it is Harry. I expect that you and Draco are very excited,” she said as she moved from behind her desk. He just tightened his lips and gave a little nod, then asked if she could keep it a secret until he was more comfortable with it all.
“Don’t wait too long. People will start to talk,” she chuckled as she patted him on the shoulder before sending him back to his office.
He didn’t have the heart to tell her that Draco didn’t have a clue.
Now, as he lay there, he reached down and pulled the covers over himself. He wanted to pull them over his head and hide from the world. He was getting upset again and that only aggravated his condition.
The last thing he needed was to start yelling at Draco as soon as he walked into the door. He knew Draco hated to travel on business. The fact that he hadn’t invited Harry to come along only made Harry realize how strained their fighting had made Draco the last few weeks.
When he opened his eyes, Harry looked down and saw that he was unconsciously rubbing his stomach again. It was a habit he’d started doing before the incident, which had happened earlier in the week.
It had been both confusing and embarrassing to be having lunch with one of your closest friends one minute and then waking up in your bed with a strange Healer and said friend hovering over you. After he woke up, he saw the last of a spell dissipating over him. It changed colors several times before it died out. Harry’s mind was a little foggy when the Healer turned to his friend and excitedly started chatting away. It may as well have been Gobbledegook as far as Harry was concerned. When they finally turned to address him and told them what they discovered. After they told him everything, he wished they were speaking Gobbledegook and that it was all some kind of strange dream.
Harry sighed when he thought about it again. Somehow, he had to tell Draco what the Healer, well, Healers had discovered. Hermione was technically a Healer and he had insisted on a third and fourth opinion before he’d even acknowledge the diagnosis. He couldn’t think of what they'd told him any other way. It was that or what he originally thought of it-Ridiculous!
When he looked around their bedroom, he noticed the shadows were longer than before he had lain down. He knew he’d slept a little, but the way the sun was setting told him that it might be later still. He rolled over onto his side, reached for his wand on the side table, and cast a Tempus charm.
Fuck! he thought. It was later than he thought.
Draco had been in England for over an hour and he hadn’t gone to meet him at the Portkey terminal. It was something he had always done in the past, even when they had first started dating.
In a panic, he started to rush out of bed when his stomach lurched and the room began to spin. He felt the edges of his vision beginning to grey and he grudgingly realized that maybe his whole last minute, ‘rushing around’ thing was going to have to be put on hold until he felt better. He could feel sweat starting to trickle down the sides of his face and his body was giving strong indications that maybe he needed to lie down.
What had the healer told him? If he started to feel overly nauseous and light headed then he needed to rest and drink fluids, especially milk, and eat more fruits and grains. His body was trying to acclimate to all the changes. Too much stress on an empty stomach would have him unconscious on the floor again.
The way his stomach felt, though, was like it was in the death grip of an invisible hand trying to squeeze all the stomach acids out of him. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to digest anything or not but he’d try. He called one of the house-elves and ordered a light snack.
After gulping down some dry toast, bananas, and sweetened milk, Harry was feeling much better. It wasn’t well enough to get out of bed, but the hour was late and he needed to find Draco. It had been two hours since he’d come home, and he still hadn’t heard from his husband. Harry’s mind raced with dreadful scenarios of things that could have happened to Draco.
He needed to go down to Draco’s office, and see if Draco had checked in. It wasn’t like Draco to not come home straight away. Harry’s mind raced with possibilities.
Maybe there had been an accident at the Portkey terminal. Harry nearly dismissed that idea as it hardly ever happened.
Maybe Draco went to the office and got stuck in a meeting briefing his father. That happened sometimes after a long business trip.
Then the worst thought of all crossed Harry’s mind and his blood turned cold.
Maybe the whole business trip was a ruse and Draco had run off with Theo. He was never coming back.
Ignoring the clenching fist around his stomach, Harry decided that illness be damned, he had to find Draco.
He’d just slipped on his trainers when the door burst open and Draco rushed into the room.
Harry took in all Draco’s features.
He could see he still wore his travel clothes, though they were wrinkled, except his outer cloak. There were black circles under the grey eyes, but they had a wild look about them. His face was a sickly pale. Something else was wrong that made Harry’s nose itch.
Draco had a strange smell about him. Even though he was almost twenty feet away, Harry could smell him. It was both familiar and foul smelling. For a brief moment, he thought he might bring up everything he just finished eating.
“Harry, Bitzy told me that you fainted. Are you alright?”
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he sneezed.
Chapter Four
Rating: Most chapters will be PG/PG-13. Some will be R/NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, language, sugary fluff, with a dash of angst at the beginning and in the middle.
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author’s notes: Sorry this is very late. Still unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Chapter One
Chapter Three
Prompt: Sick in bed
Word Count: 1459
“Draco, I have something to tell you.
"This week, I had a little ‘health issue’ come up, but I’m feeling a whole lot better, so don’t get too excited.
“Well, let me back up a bit.
“First off, I wanted to apologize for saying all those things about you and Theo. I know you’d never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. You’ve been such a wonderful husband. These past few months of marriage have been pure bliss. Being with you has been better than I ever thought marriage could be. It wouldn’t make sense if you decided to be unfaithful now. You’d never betray all that we’ve built together, would you?
“And if you did, it wouldn’t be with a former lover, a former school chum, a person that you hired, and see every day? Someone you talk about all the goddamn time? Would you fuck me over for someone like that?" Harry's voice was beginning to rise.
“I mean, just because you once described in exquisite detail how he fucked you in your parents’ bed while they were downstairs having a dinner party. Then you gave that whore a job after you two broke up. Was it for services rendered that he gets paid so well? Did he earn his paycheck this week while you were away on business or was there a bonus involved for your overseas excursion?” Harry shouted.
By the time Harry finished his rant, the walls echoed back his voice. He could feel the blood pounding against his temples as his breathing came in short gasps. Draco had been gone for a whole week, yet Harry could feel jealousy rushing through his veins every time he thought of Theo being overseas with his Draco.
Harry was lying in bed and feeling nauseous. It wasn’t the first time he’d been laid up this week. Hell, it wasn't the third. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his diagnosis or because he imagined Draco and Theo having the best sex either of them had ever had-in his head.
No, that’s not the best way to start, Harry thought as he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He needed to figure out how to approach Draco about what happened this week without rehashing the previous argument. He thought if he practiced his speech, then he could get this all out without feeling like an idiot for getting himself in this situation.
Today, he had left work early feeling ill-again. He’d told Weatherford, the head Auror, about his diagnosis, and amazingly the elderly Auror understood.
“I know how it is Harry. I expect that you and Draco are very excited,” she said as she moved from behind her desk. He just tightened his lips and gave a little nod, then asked if she could keep it a secret until he was more comfortable with it all.
“Don’t wait too long. People will start to talk,” she chuckled as she patted him on the shoulder before sending him back to his office.
He didn’t have the heart to tell her that Draco didn’t have a clue.
Now, as he lay there, he reached down and pulled the covers over himself. He wanted to pull them over his head and hide from the world. He was getting upset again and that only aggravated his condition.
The last thing he needed was to start yelling at Draco as soon as he walked into the door. He knew Draco hated to travel on business. The fact that he hadn’t invited Harry to come along only made Harry realize how strained their fighting had made Draco the last few weeks.
When he opened his eyes, Harry looked down and saw that he was unconsciously rubbing his stomach again. It was a habit he’d started doing before the incident, which had happened earlier in the week.
It had been both confusing and embarrassing to be having lunch with one of your closest friends one minute and then waking up in your bed with a strange Healer and said friend hovering over you. After he woke up, he saw the last of a spell dissipating over him. It changed colors several times before it died out. Harry’s mind was a little foggy when the Healer turned to his friend and excitedly started chatting away. It may as well have been Gobbledegook as far as Harry was concerned. When they finally turned to address him and told them what they discovered. After they told him everything, he wished they were speaking Gobbledegook and that it was all some kind of strange dream.
Harry sighed when he thought about it again. Somehow, he had to tell Draco what the Healer, well, Healers had discovered. Hermione was technically a Healer and he had insisted on a third and fourth opinion before he’d even acknowledge the diagnosis. He couldn’t think of what they'd told him any other way. It was that or what he originally thought of it-Ridiculous!
When he looked around their bedroom, he noticed the shadows were longer than before he had lain down. He knew he’d slept a little, but the way the sun was setting told him that it might be later still. He rolled over onto his side, reached for his wand on the side table, and cast a Tempus charm.
Fuck! he thought. It was later than he thought.
Draco had been in England for over an hour and he hadn’t gone to meet him at the Portkey terminal. It was something he had always done in the past, even when they had first started dating.
In a panic, he started to rush out of bed when his stomach lurched and the room began to spin. He felt the edges of his vision beginning to grey and he grudgingly realized that maybe his whole last minute, ‘rushing around’ thing was going to have to be put on hold until he felt better. He could feel sweat starting to trickle down the sides of his face and his body was giving strong indications that maybe he needed to lie down.
What had the healer told him? If he started to feel overly nauseous and light headed then he needed to rest and drink fluids, especially milk, and eat more fruits and grains. His body was trying to acclimate to all the changes. Too much stress on an empty stomach would have him unconscious on the floor again.
The way his stomach felt, though, was like it was in the death grip of an invisible hand trying to squeeze all the stomach acids out of him. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to digest anything or not but he’d try. He called one of the house-elves and ordered a light snack.
After gulping down some dry toast, bananas, and sweetened milk, Harry was feeling much better. It wasn’t well enough to get out of bed, but the hour was late and he needed to find Draco. It had been two hours since he’d come home, and he still hadn’t heard from his husband. Harry’s mind raced with dreadful scenarios of things that could have happened to Draco.
He needed to go down to Draco’s office, and see if Draco had checked in. It wasn’t like Draco to not come home straight away. Harry’s mind raced with possibilities.
Maybe there had been an accident at the Portkey terminal. Harry nearly dismissed that idea as it hardly ever happened.
Maybe Draco went to the office and got stuck in a meeting briefing his father. That happened sometimes after a long business trip.
Then the worst thought of all crossed Harry’s mind and his blood turned cold.
Maybe the whole business trip was a ruse and Draco had run off with Theo. He was never coming back.
Ignoring the clenching fist around his stomach, Harry decided that illness be damned, he had to find Draco.
He’d just slipped on his trainers when the door burst open and Draco rushed into the room.
Harry took in all Draco’s features.
He could see he still wore his travel clothes, though they were wrinkled, except his outer cloak. There were black circles under the grey eyes, but they had a wild look about them. His face was a sickly pale. Something else was wrong that made Harry’s nose itch.
Draco had a strange smell about him. Even though he was almost twenty feet away, Harry could smell him. It was both familiar and foul smelling. For a brief moment, he thought he might bring up everything he just finished eating.
“Harry, Bitzy told me that you fainted. Are you alright?”
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he sneezed.
Chapter Four