Blood Stones (Snarry)

Appointments

"Severus... Severus wake up, we're going to be late!!" An excited Harry was above him dressed and flustered.

"Late for..."

"Our appointment? It's in twenty mi-" Harry's face went blank, the color of it visibly beginning to change. Severus acted quickly to grab the pail they'd been having to keep by the bed.

It had been almost three weeks since they had sent their owl to Malfoy, and they had finally gotten an appointment after some time. Hopefully, they would be able to find a solution to the nausea. It had been.... trying, the last few weeks. No true arguments, not since the first, and always followed by mind-blowing make-up sex or cuddling, but it was like Harry's symptoms didn't know their proper order. He took a few somethings he craved, would then put them in the fridge for later, and then gag at the set flavors, his tongue screaming of rot where there was none. Bad headaches and exhaustion, his belly growing more rapidly than what Severus worried was safe... Harry should be towards the end of his third month, but his development seemed the child was attempting to be an overachiever, making Harry's stomach look some weeks further than he was. Severus almost mentally shut down at Lily's comment of possible twins or triplets one evening.

This of course led to Harry feeling much weaker in some moments, magic flares and horrid cramps as his body tried to accommodate the growing child. Those days always ended with Severus and Harry alone in their room, Harry nestled on his lap as he massaged the aches away as his more than slightly clingy moments took over. Harry always made sure to remind Severus how thankful he was in kisses and back washes in the bath, cooking some of his favorites. Although it was trying, they had gotten a good deal closer than before. A few nights before Harry actually shared in detail what life was like before Hogwarts, having woken from a dream where he had been fighting off some odd Voldemort-like version of his uncle... this, although haltingly, had Severus opening up more about his own childhood. They'd held one another particularly close that night, Severus rocking them back and forth together, and now here they were, awaiting the all-clear to floo to Draco's office, the children off with their uncle George. The flames sparked as they were sent the signal to come through. They stepped foot into a very large office, which seemed almost like a penthouse apartment living room. One wall was completely window outlooking the city, though privacy charms were in place.

"Welcome, please have a seat." Draco gestured to a specific area of the room that had a table and some comfortable chairs.

"I've allotted about an hour for today if you don't mind. It's been some time since I've come across a pregnancy such as this." He began to explain.

"Of course, we understand. It will give us some time to go over some concerns." Severus went on.

"Yes of course." Draco opened his notebook and Harry's file which was currently blank but for a few spaces.

"How have you been feeling? Are you still getting sick? How often? What smells or foods seem to set you off?" His pen was at the ready.

They spent what seemed like a long time discussing the vomiting exclusively which brought a churn to Harry's stomach, though he was able to keep it at bay. The sickness seemed almost random. Some mornings were awful while others were not, cravings tasted fine the first plate but horrid the second, illness could last one heave or twenty, and at that, nothing seemed to help. Draco remained calm as he wrote away in his notebook.

"Have you experienced any pain, bleeding or discomfort that you wouldn't normally?" He raised an eyebrow at them both.

"He gets cramping, and headaches often." Severus added. After filling in many of the blanks in his notebook and on Harry's file he closed it and got up to lead them to the more medical side of the room.