The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 23

"I am absolutely done being pregnant," Harry said exasperated while throwing clothes on the floor trying to find one that wouldn't be too much of an issue to magically alter. His due date was mere days away, but it was more than safe for Hadrian to be born anytime now. "Tom," he shouted across the hall, waiting for the older man to come help him. Tom was quickly in the now messy room, Harry sitting in the middle of a mound of clothes. "Nothing fits," he said sounding crazed, his hands gripped onto his hair as his frustration grew," I want to go into Hogsmeade, pick out some candies, and try to go into labor, but I can't leave if I don't have any clothes."

Tom silently conjured a dress, quickly altering it in the air, before laying it down in front of the boy," Try this," he said softly not wanting to upset the boy further.

Harry shot Tom a dirty look, snatching off the dress," Thanks, must be nice to have your magic be consistent," he muttered.

Ever since entering his final month, Harry found it difficult to do any type of magic, he could barely produce a simple Lumos charm. It was incredibly frustrating and he felt as if he could do nothing for himself, he missed the feeling of his magic radiating through him, currently it was very dull sometimes he couldn't even feel it. He knew it was only temporary but he found it all quite disheartening. Harry was a ticking time bomb, Tom tried to stay out of Harry's way, unless the boy specifically asked for him. He had been on the receiving end of some nasty words from his beloved Potter, the brutality of his condition catching up to him and causing him to lash out.

Hadrian had to come any day now, Harry looked about ready to burst. He looked as if he was hiding a large watermelon under his shirt, it looked almost comedic though Harry didn't find it funny. His tits had finally swelled, filling with milk and he now had a decent pair of A cups. He hated them, they made him feel slightly dysphoric, but he knew the feeling would pass, he just needed time to adjust. Lord were they sensitive though, there were times just the feel of fabric against them made him feel as if he would go crazy. Times like that he would stay shut up in his room shirtless, not feeling comfortable with anyone but Tom seeing his newfound set of racks.

The dress Tom had altered fit perfectly, though Harry looked absolutely ridiculous he thought. The black dress made him seem slim from the front, but there was no hiding his bump from the side. He quickly turned away from the mirror, knowing continuing to stare at his reflection was going to ruin his day.

"Tom can you throw a glamour or a notice me not
charm over me? If I end up in any sort of newspaper looking like this I will
personally torture whoever responsible," Tom knew that the threat was empty, but he still nodded as he put a notice me not charm over the both them.

"No one should notice us unless we approach them, and I will put a glamour over your cloak just as extra precaution."

"I don't deserve you Tom, gosh I'm
such a bitch," he bit his bottom lip as tears starting to swell up in his eyes.

Tom went to comfort him, pulling the boy's face into his chest," Hey you are not a bitch," his
tone was firm,"I love you very much and a snappy tone is not going to change that," he pressed a deep kiss onto Harry's forehead. "Now let's get going before Hogsmeade becomes too crowded."

Harry nodded, heading towards the Floo. Tom went first, so he would be there to help steady Harry. Everything went fine, the feeling of being sucked into a tube did nothing to cure his sour mood but the sight of Hogsmeade did.

The familiar noises and everyday bustle filled Harry with a sense of normality he hadn't realized he was missing. He gripped the underside of his belly and his lower back and started waddling his way through the small town. It wasn't particularly busy, some people here and there, no students would be here seeing as it was a random Tuesday early in the semester. They stepped into Honeydukes, the cold starting to bite into Harry's nose.