The Alpha Dynasty (Sequel to MARKED FOR DESTINY) (Book 2 of 2)

4. Nausea

Harry knew from previous dealings since he had become Alpha, that he needed permission to do the things that he wanted.  It was a trend that he had started and he was going to continue that way.  The only time that he never considered it was when he had demanded that Draco marry him, and he wasn't going to make a mistake like that again.  No Sir.  So the need to move out was moved to the back burner so to speak, and their lives carried on normally.

He had one more person to think about now anyway, and would always take Draco's wants and needs into account before he rushed into anything.  He loved that about being married.  The fact that it was to a snarky, moody gorgeous blond, was just a bonus really.

It was a Saturday, about three weeks after they had returned from their honeymoon, that Draco got up in the middle of the night, rushing to the bathroom to throw up.  With his head in a toilet bowl for quite some time, only dropping into bed after being sure, that what he was going through was practically over anyway.  He wasn't going to tell Harry, because he didn't want him to worry.  But this was not the case.  He knew that the Alpha would be able to detect that something was bothering him, but all he had to  make sure of was that he hid his illness.  If only just until it went away.

When they woke up, Harry kissed him deeply, growling at how beautiful Draco was in the mornings with his disheveled hair, and his droopy eyes.  He would kiss every inch of that perfect body, sometimes lingering more on certain places.  When he started sucking on one nipple, Draco moaned at the contact.  He raked his fingers through Harry's hair, loving that warm mouth all over him.

"Mmmm, you taste divine", mumbled Harry.  "Absolutely fucking divine".  Draco's taste was different and he didn't know what to make of it.  Perhaps it was the new beauty regime that he had started when they were in France.  He had seen the new products, and although very pricy, had demanded that he have them.  Harry had bought him a year's supply, which for a Malfoy, wasn't exactly a lot.  

Draco arched his back at the touch of his Alpha, loving every single moment spent with him.  The way his tongue would get him wet, the way his calloused hands would knead his arse, the way his voice was so rough in the morning, and the way he growled whenever Draco accepted his love.  As if he would ever think of saying no to Harry.  He had wanted him for too long, that option was never on the cards.  But just as Harry moved up to kiss him again, he felt a wave of nausea hit him, and so threw Harry off him and rushed to the bathroom.

At first Harry was confused.  He knew that his touch to his Omega wasn't only loved and cherished, it was wanted and needed, so why had Draco tugged his hands off him and run away.  He got up, because what he could feel coming from the man behind the door was worry.  Knocking on the door he waited for Draco to grant him entrance.  

"Baby, are you all right?", he asked in confusion.  He could hear retching sounds, and wondered what had made Draco ill.  He waited until he heard the toilet flush, and the tap being opened so that he could rinse his mouth out.  When the door opened, he saw that Draco looked pale, and was holding onto his stomach.  "Oh baby", he said with a touch of worry.  Draco fell into his arms, making Harry pick him up and put him back into bed.  

He climbed in beside him and wrapped him in his arms.  "Was it something you ate love", he asked.

"I'm not sure Harry", he replied.  "But the thought of food is quite nauseating.  I'm going to stay in bed for a while, if you don't mind", he said.  Harry hugged him tight again and said of course love.  "I will stay and pepper you with love and kisses", he said with a smile.  Draco nodded, and fell asleep in Harry's arms shortly after.  Harry stayed with him for a while, but got out of bed to relieve himself and go for a shower.  The rest of the Manor were probably wondering where they were, and so would go and tell them that Draco was feeling a bit under the weather.

After getting dressed, he walked towards where Draco lay and felt his forehead if there was a temperature.  There was none.  He remembered the previous time that Draco had collapsed, but that had been because Harry couldn't get enough of him, and Draco had constantly refused to refuel with food.  Until he had made it quite clear, no food, no sex.  And Draco had risen to that occasion quite well, even if he were to say so himself.  

But this.  This felt different.  With a certain amount of worry, he kissed Draco on his cheek, and made his way towards the garden.  He found both Lucius and Narcissa there, and asked if he could speak to them and the house elves immediately please.  They could both see that something was on his mind, and when all the house elves had arrived, he asked Lucius and Narcissa if they were feeling all right.  

They looked at him in confusion and said they were feeling fine.  "Where is Draco Harry?", asked the Matriarch.  He looked at her and then at the elves.  He asked them to relay what had been for dinner last night, and they told him.  

Tenderized steak with a mushroom sauce.  Glazed carrots, soft fluffy mashed potatoes, fried onions, green beans and a salsa salad.  Everyone had eaten something of everything, they said.  Harry nodded at them and said thank you.  "Draco is just feeling a little ill and queasy today, so he will be staying in bed.  I will keep checking up on him throughout the day, but I do need to rush to Hogsmeade later.  Will you take care of him?", he asked Narcissa.

"Of course Harry.  Is he all right?", she answered with a question.

"He's fine.  Perhaps still a bit tired from our trip, but better to be safe than sorry", he replied.  She nodded and said yes, perhaps that is what was wrong.  He smiled at her, went back to their room, and saw that Draco was still fast asleep.  He ran his hand along the body of his husband, and strange enough couldn't pick up on what was wrong with him.  He was the Alpha, he should be able to.

Growling in his throat, he was angry at himself, and made the same movement again.  Either he was just tired, or Draco was hiding something from him.  But Draco wouldn't do that, he was sure of it.  Nothing.  There was nothing wrong with his Omega, of that he was sure.  And he stayed there until he could feel no shielding coming from Draco.  So Draco also didn't know what was going on.  They would get through this together, he thought and kissed him again before leaving the Manor to go to Hogsmeade.

Draco woke up an hour later, with such nausea that he thought he wasn't going to make it to the bathroom.  But thanking all the gods when he did, he threw up in the toilet again.  Which was weird, because there was nothing in his stomach.  Sitting back down on the floor, he wondered where Harry was.  He was supposed to be here, nursing him back to health.  He demanded answers.  

[Harry] he said.

[Boo!!  You're awake!] came the reply

[Yes I've just woken up]

[And how do you feel lover?] asked Harry.

[I feel good, but would be much better if you were here.  Why aren't you here with me you brute?] he said, trying to sound snappy.

[On my way baby] said Harry, trying to placate the man.  He knew that Draco would wake up in a grumpy manner if he wasn't there, and finished what he was busy with, and rushed back home.

Draco sighed and rose up to have a shower and brush his teeth.  The worst of the nausea had come and gone, and he almost felt human again.  Enjoying the hot water, he washed his whole body, and after his shower brushed his teeth like a madman, trying to get rid of the vile taste that had been left in his mouth.  Soon after getting dressed, he saw the door to their room open, and Harry walked in.  He rushed into his arms, as if it was the only place on earth that mattered.  

Because it was.