Chapter 19

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Chapter Number/Total: 19/44
Chapter Title: Old Flame


Draco had read all the books he could get on pregnancy but it still didn't seem to help prepare him for the reality of it. He was on his knees in the bathroom again, losing his breakfast.

Harry stood outside the bathroom door, wincing as he listened to Draco retch. It had been a few weeks since Draco had gotten pregnant, and Harry hadn't known what to expect at all. The vomiting had scared him at first, because Draco did it rather often, and he'd wondered if it was normal. They also hadn't told anyone else about it, so Harry couldn't ask Hermione any questions about anything.

He knocked softly on the door when he thought the noises had subsided. "Baby?" he asked. "You okay?"

"No," Draco snapped. He reached for a washcloth, wiping his face when he thought the bout of sicking up was over.

Harry sighed. One of those moods. "You want me to come in there?" he asked.

Draco huffed, but got to his feet. "No need," he sneered.

Harry had to remind himself not to get angry too. He thought he'd been doing a pretty good job of it so far. He remained outside the door and waited. He'd been thinking of talking about something with Draco, but wondered if today was such a good day.

Draco managed to get cleaned up again, even doing a Breath-Freshening Charm before opening the door. He found Harry hovering there. "I told you this is normal," he said.

"Am I not allowed to worry?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It doesn't help. Getting me more ice cream when I have a craving, that helps. Hovering at the bathroom door doesn't," Draco insisted. He shook his head.

Harry shook his head too. "I got you ice cream at three a.m. last night," he said, wondering how Draco could think about food after sicking up like that.

Draco smiled. "Sex and ice cream, two of my favourite things," he said, reaching an arm around Harry's waist and pulling him forward.

Harry shook his head again. "I noticed," he said, grinning.

Draco kissed him softly. "So, what is our plan today?"

Harry shrugged. "Not much, I guess," he replied, picking some invisible fuzz off his shirt.

Draco frowned, walking with him down to the sitting room. "You guess?" he asked, recognising something in Harry's voice.

A small frown line appeared between Harry's eyebrows as he looked at Draco. How did the man always manage to know something was going on? "I guess I wanted to bring something up," he admitted.

Draco sat down on the sofa and looked up at Harry. He was curious to see if this was going to be a sit-down talk or a Harry-pacing talk. It would tell him how nervous the other man was.

Without even thinking about it, Harry took a few slow steps across the floor and then turned and walked back, repeating the move a few times. "I've been thinking about getting that job again," he said.

Pacing was a bad sign. Draco had guessed what it was about before Harry had even began to speak. He sighed and leaned back. He knew it was important. They couldn't stay locked together in Twelve Grimmauld forever.

Harry paused to look at Draco, to gauge his reaction. "Especially now," he continued, "you know, because of the baby."

"I don't think Mother will let Father disown me now," Draco answered. "We don't have to worry about money."

Harry shook his head, frowning. He'd thought Draco might say something like that. "I don't ... I don't feel right using that money," he said. "It's not my money. I want ...."

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