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Chapter 12- [Invitation]

Sorry that this chapter has taken such a long time :/ I wrote the vast majority of this chapter last night, so I hope that means I'm back in the mood to write my other stories ^-^

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14th November 1997- Friday

It was not fine.

Harry's morning sickness was horrendous from the moment it began. It would be a lie to even call it morning sickness. From the instant he woke up, to when he attempted to go to sleep, if he even could manage that, his stomach was protesting, and he was rushing for the bathroom.

He had woken up this morning worse than usual, not even managing to grab the sick bowl in time.

Through tears, he apologised profusely to Tom, who'd come rushing into the room when he heard his retching, as he waved his wand to clear away the mess. The apology was grossly interrupted as he had to yet again hunch over, but the man was at least there to rub his back soothingly through his pain.

"Shush Harry, this is all fine. It's normal, and we have no issue with it." He had comforted him, but that did little for Harry's worries. He had cried a little to himself when Tom had rushed off to get him a drink and some tablets, lulling despondently on his arms.

To make matters worse, and Harry even more miserable, today was Blaise's birthday, and he couldn't even congratulate the man without heaving.

Blaise had simply reassured him with his calm voice, convincing him to lay back down so they could cuddle instead. Through sniffles, Harry had told the man how he'd been planning to bake him a cake so that it'd be fresh for tonight. Now, it seemed his plans were ruined. He couldn't even move from the bed, head feeling as heavy as a rock where it lay resting on Blaise's shoulder.

"I don't mind, I'm content just to spend my time with you."

"But you shouldn't have to, it's your birthday." Harry croaked, leaning into Blaise's hand when he rested it on his cheek, turning his head to stare into the man's deep, purple eyes.

"There are plenty more hours in the day, I am perfectly content to share a few hours with my sickly mate."

"M'not sickly." Harry had refuted, glaring weakly when Blaise shook the both of them with his soft laughter.

"Sorry, sorry. My very not-sick mate, who is simply enjoying cuddling with me."

He smiled feebly. "It's this damn morning sickness. Didn't think it'd be this bad." His words began to slur at the end of his sentence, and Blaise made a concerned noise.

"Neither did I. Sleep, Harry. You need rest, both for you and the baby."

Harry hummed, not even bothering to respond further as his eyes closed heavily, drifting quickly off into a dreamless and deep sleep.

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He felt fresher in the afternoon, enough so to brave making that cake once Blaise, Draco and Tom had left. They had gone to meet up with their friends for the afternoon as none of them had lessons, and Tom had something to do at the Ministry. Harry himself had sent down word to Professor McGonagall that he'd be missing her class.

Harry had Elian helping him, taking over the parts that made him feel queasy, such as cracking and mixing in the eggs and pouring the batter into the cake tin.

It was going to be far off of the two-tier, perfectly decorated beauty he'd been planning, but Harry wanted something to give to his mate, even if it was a simple one. It was purple and silver, a bit on the nose as it was the colour of his mate's eyes and scales, but it looked sophisticated enough. Harry decorated it with piped flowers and a swirly '18' in the middle, stepping back to admire it once he was done.