A cub in Love.

Chapter 21

Draco hurried to Harry's bedroom, where Harry laid on his bed. His body still very sweaty, his hands shook a little and his breathing was very very slow. Draco didn't know what else to do, but pick up the last book Harry himself, was reading. Draco slowly climbed on the bed beside Harry and started to read the book. He wasn't aware Harry was into romance books, but it made Draco smile lightly. Harry was just a normal person, even though he had days not like himself. Draco never once cared about Harry being a wolf, but the more and more Harry turned out to be just like him and everybody else he knew made it easier. He would soon be able to convince others, his friends, that Harry wasn't that different...Non of them were.
After a couple of chapters, Harry rolled over. His head landing on Draco's lap, and Draco smiled lightly. Even though Harry still looked awful, it meant everything to him that Harry wasn't letting go. Harry was fighting through whatever this was to stay close to him. Draco hand landed on Harry's shoulder, to see the light smile Harry give. "Do...you want me to rub you...or keep reading, Harry?" Draco ask and after a pause. "Just...read." Harry whispered to feel the kiss on his cheek. "Okay, Harry." Draco smiled lightly and kept reading the next couple of chapters to Harry. After the four chapter, Harry slowly set up. A hand going to his shoulder as he slowly got to his feet. "Harry?" Draco asked. "Just...needing the toilet is all." Harry whispered. Draco let out a small sigh of relief. Harry's eyes were back to green and Harry wasn't sweating anymore. He looked very pale and weak still, but Draco thought Harry was starting to get better. Draco followed Harry to the bathroom, Harry didn't quiet like that. Being followed, that is. Harry was starting to feel more like himself, and he did NOT want a babysitter.  However, this wasn't a babysitting thing, this was a pregnant fifteen year old boy who was nearly sickly worried over his boyfriend. Harry seen the worried expression on Draco's face in the mirror. Harry turned around and pulled Draco close to him. A hand went to the back of Draco neck and on his hip to pull him even closer. Draco blushed, very hard, before Harry give him a slow kiss. Draco just nuzzled to his neck after the kiss and Harry felt the tears on his neck. Harry's arms locked around Draco tightly. "Calm down, little girl." Harry said softly. Draco might have been upset, but he couldn't keep the blush form forming on his cheeks at being called little girl. "I'm...scared, daddy." Draco admitted, locking his arms around Harry very tightly. "I'm sorry. I'll get better, I promise." Harry said and Draco nodded lightly. "Come...Snuggle with me." Harry said and Draco let Harry take him to the bed.

Sirius opened the bedroom door a short hour later. Harry had a death grip on the blond boy who was nuzzled to Harry's chest. Sirius was very unsure how the boy could breath and wondered such a thing as he walked over to them. Harry felt the hand on his forehead and wanted to say something, but again...as much as he hated babysitting this was different. He heard the footsteps come up, a set he didn't at all recognize. "Your boy has once again, surprised us." Said a voice he DID recognize. "What is that suppose to mean?" Sirius replied, a bit annoyed. "He should be dead right now! Other then Remus, no child has ever survived the normal fever. Once he is well enough, I need to run some test. His fever could have easily damaged his brain and other organs." Said the doctor. "I will bring him by if I see fit. I won't let you make a test subject out of him!" Sirius growled. "Fine. There isn't anything I can do for him anyway." He said, a bit annoyed himself before the foot steps walked away and Harry opened his eyes. "Hey." Sirius said, in a rather soft voice, one Harry didn't hear very often. "Hi." Harry whispered. "I...do need to know how you're feeling." Sirius said, knowing it was somewhat of a stupid question. "Better...but shit." Harry said. "Just...sleep, if you can, Harry. I do wish I could make this easier on you." He said. "I...know. I'll be...fine." Harry whispered, before his eyed shut, he suddenly felt very weak and feel unwillingly, unconscious.

Harry's eyes slowly opened back up. He had been moved to the couch, under a blanket this time. The two toddlers playing with his old toy trains on the coffee table, and the girl Draco seemed to always be around was sitting in the arm chair with a notebook and a school textbook. " Parkinson?" Harry asked, before she looked up. "They were starting to really worry about you." She said kind of softly before Harry sat up. "Why...are you here?" Harry asked. "To watch you and the kids. It's November 10th, Potter." She said. "What!?" Harry fussed. "They said you got sick...and then somewhat passed put a like three days ago." She replied and Harry sat up. His body felt oddly better, but something didn't seem right. "Who...are they?" Harry asked, very much confused on who the toddlers were. "Er, that's not good. You remember Draco?" She asked. "Yeah.." Harry said, getting to his feet as pansy pulled out her phone and called Sirius. "Hey, Potter's awake, but...there's a problem." She said. "As in?" He replied. "He doesn't know the kids...He knows of Draco and I, but I am unsure of what else he doesn't remember." She answered. "I'm on my way." He said, before hanging up the phone. Harry held his head. He didn't feel safe because he was so confused...