I shot up from where I was sleeping on the cold sheets of our king sized bed. My sudden movement made Harry shift in his sleep. I felt like vomiting. No, not again. . . I think to myself, already sick of being sick all the time. Usually I could hold in my queasy stomach, but this time I knew I had 10 seconds before it was too late. Panicking, I kick the sheets tangled up in my ankles and swung my legs onto the floor and realized my terrible fate. When you're pregnant, not only do you get sick often, but you have to pee. All. The. Time. I loved our son, but he was a burden these past few months, and now was one of those times where it really takes a toll. I grabbed my wand and steadily but quickly swooped through the bedroom and made my way into the bathroom. Lumos, I spoke in my mind, careful not to wake Harry. The small light at the tip of the wand in my hand illuminated the bathroom just enough for me to realize that I had to make a decision: there was only one toilet, and I had to pee as well as vomit. I gasped and froze in mortification and wasted two precious seconds before my groggy brain quickly forced itself into quick thinking: wastebin. I summoned one before tossing my wand on the ground to catch it with both hands and multitasked. Throwing up was unfortunately not a quiet task and three minutes later Harry came swiftly into the bathroom and lit the lamp nearby.
"Why can't you be the pregnant one?" I groaned, spitting into the bin.
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Evanora
FanficI wrote this in 9th grade it's mortifying. I stole some ideas from otherfanfictions. That being said it is actually a really good fanfiction but the pieces don't really connect. It's just like a bunch of imagines. Let me know if you liked it lol I c...
