A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Adult ++
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44
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36,874
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Chapter 31: Unthinkable
Chapter Number/Total: 31/44
Chapter Title: Unthinkable
Words: 2529 Words
Harry stood facing Ron, grinning wickedly. "You do know I'm going to kick your arse, right?" he asked.
"Give me your best shot," Ron replied testily, crouching. And then they were duelling with each other in a room full of other duellers, wands flying, sparks shooting, spells and hexes reverberating off dozens of Shield Charms. Harry ducked to the right to avoid Ron's jinx, and Ron sent Harry's flying into the charm-protected wall. They kept at it for several minutes, furiously working to try and hit the other. And then the whistle sounded.
"Not bad," said Harry with a smirk, panting.
"Amazing, you mean," said Ron, panting and smirking as well.
"Well, now I wouldn't go that far," Harry teased.
"Amazing wand work, Weasley," said Temmer as she walked around, inspecting. "Your speed has increased."
Ron smiled loftily at Harry.
Harry chuckled.
They had been moved on to more serious duelling for a short while now. While Ron hadn't been bad before, Harry did know that it was true that Ron had improved quite a bit. He thought he himself had improved quite a bit as well, and he was even getting better at nonverbal, which was needed for true speed.
"Potter," Temmer said, turning her attention on him. "You aim to the right a little. Try to centre it." She gave him a wry smile.
Harry chuckled again. "I'll work on that," he said.
Temmer nodded, carrying on with her inspection.
"Penn reckons we're going to be moving on to big spells next," Ron said as he and Harry stood together, waiting for the next instructions.
"Yeah?" said Harry. "I hope so. Jelly Legs isn't exactly that great a defence."
Ron laughed. "Nor is that Tickling Charm you used."
Harry smiled and shrugged.
After a few minutes, Temmer ordered everyone to take a seat, and chairs appeared when she waved her wand.
Harry, Ron, and everyone else moved to do as she said.
"Now," came her loud voice echoing around the room. "It looks good from where I'm standing. Best lot we've had in years, if I'm quite honest, and it takes a lot to get that kind of thing out of my mouth. Previous curse and spell knowledge is abundant, you're all quick, and you've been taking the workouts seriously. Keep going this way and we may have a whole new elite team."
There were a few cheers around the room and Harry grinned.
"Now, just because I've just stroked all your egos," Temmer continued with another wry smile, "it doesn't mean you can slack off. I want you all to -"
There was suddenly a very loud crack and it made everyone jump. They all turned their heads toward ... Harry.
Harry had jumped violently, as the crack had sounded directly in front of him, where Kreacher was now standing, wide-eyed.
"Kreacher?" Harry said once he could actually talk. "What the bloody - What the hell are you doing here?"
"Potter," said Temmer from the front. "What is this?"
"I'm not exactly sure," Harry answered, highly confused and still feeling rather slow from surprise.
"Master Draco," Kreacher gasped.
Harry's blood ran cold.
"He is not getting up from the floor," Kreacher continued as fast as he could in his old, wheezy voice. "Kreacher thinks he fell, but he is not getting up. Kreacher tried to wake him, but he is just lying there."
Without a word, Harry flew up out of his seat, not walking or even walking quickly, but running for the door.
"Harry!" yelled what sounded like Temmer and Ron both, but he didn't look back. He moved as fast as he possibly could to the fireplace in the break room, his mind set only on one thing. He didn't care about anything else. He snatched Floo powder from the mantle, threw it in, and was spinning away as fast as he could spit out 'Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place'.
"Draco!" Harry yelled as loudly as he could once he was standing in the kitchen fireplace. He stumbled and fell out of the hearth, but pushed himself back up to his feet immediately. He leapt up the kitchen stairs, looking frantically down the hall. "Draco!" he shouted again, barely able to breathe for the fear. Then he took the stairs for the upper levels two at a time, and there he saw him.
Draco was sprawled on the floor, barely out of their bedroom. He wasn't moving. Harry made a strange sound, diving forward to his knees beside him. "Oh, God, no. No, no, no," he said, reaching to pull Draco's head and torso into his lap. "Oh, God, please no. Don't be hurt, please be all right." He looked around himself as if the answer would be lying around somewhere, and his heart was beating so hard and quick it was probably blurred inside him.
Harry tried to think as terror clouded his brain. "Kreacher!" he yelled finally, and the elf appeared, looking as scared as he had before. "Kreacher, get Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said quickly, still holding Draco. "Get her now!"
"Yes, Master," Kreacher said, and was gone again.
Harry continued to beg Draco to be all right and pressed a hand to his belly, feeling for the boys.
A couple minutes passed before Harry heard his name called from down below. "Here!" he yelled. "Up here!" He saw Narcissa hurry up the kitchen steps and then go for the next staircase. When she reached the top, she went completely still and her face drained of all colour. "What's happened?" she asked, rushing forward and kneeling down beside Harry.
"I - I don't know," Harry managed in a high voice. "Kreacher said he fell and -"
Narcissa's hands shook as she reached to touch Draco. "I'm going to get Healer Sharpner," she said, her voice shaking as well. "Don't move from here." And she quickly stood again, running back down the stairs.
Harry was left alone for what felt like forever, terrifying thoughts filling his mind as he stared down into Draco's face. When he heard noise from downstairs again he shouted, "Here!" as if that would make them go faster.
He saw Narcissa leading Sharpner up quickly, both women running.
Sharpner dropped beside Draco immediately, pulling out her wand as she did and casting several quick diagnostic spells in a row. "Harry, you can move him to the bed now," she said, voice crisp and professional.
Trembling, Harry nodded, pulling out his own wand to lighten Draco. He couldn't tell if anything was seriously wrong from Sharpner's voice, and it only served to scare him more. He lifted Draco up and carried him into their bedroom, laying him on the bed.
Sharpner stayed close and then rolled Draco to his side, so that the weight of his belly rested on the bed. Then she cast another spell, aimed at his lower back and several places glowed an intense red for a minute. She sighed. "What was he doing out of bed?" she asked irritably.
"I don't know," Harry said, voice still high. "Our house-elf got me from work. I came here and he was like this."
"What's the matter with him?" Narcissa asked, standing near Harry.
"Call the elf," Sharpner instructed.
"Kreacher," Harry said immediately, and Kreacher appeared again. "What was Draco doing out of bed when he fell?"
Kreacher looked at Draco on the bed. "Kreacher is not knowing exactly," he said. "But Kreacher is thinking Master was wanting to use the toilet."
"I had ordered complete bed rest," Sharpner huffed. "He has to keep the pressure off his kidneys and lower back." She looked up at the anxious faces. "His kidneys are failing."
Harry's eyes widened. "F-failing?" he said. "But what - Isn't there anything you can do about it?"
"I have a potion that can help them, but it may not heal the damage already done. And it won't be much use if he doesn't follow my instructions," she said, her professional voice cracking a bit.
Narcissa had turned still as a statue again, her eyes wet. "I was on my way over when Kreacher came to get me," she said.
Harry stared at Draco, his hands clenched. What the hell had he been thinking, getting out of bed? Especially with no one home.
Draco moaned then, and Sharpner opened her potions pack, pulling out several vials.
"Draco," Harry and Narcissa said, both of them rushing forward, but Narcissa seemed to force herself back, letting Harry take the seat beside Draco on the bed.
Draco blinked, feeling confused and realising he was in pain -- well, more than usual. His eyes focused on Harry and he frowned. "You're home?" he asked, voice a harsh whisper.
"Kreacher came and got me from work," Harry said, eyes hard. He glanced at Sharpner.
The healer handed Harry a potion, gesturing to Draco.
"What were you doing out of bed?" Harry asked, taking the potion and preparing to give it to Draco.
Draco's eyes finally focused enough that he saw his mother and Sharpner. "Merde," he cursed.
"Yes, indeed," said Narcissa.
"Here, I'll help you take this," Harry said.
Draco accepted the potion without question but gagged on the vile thing. Once he managed to get it down, he scowled up at Sharpner. "What was that?" he asked accusingly.
She frowned at him. "A purgative for your kidneys and the next one is a restorative," she said, handing Harry the second vial.
Harry helped Draco to take this potion as well, tipping it forward carefully.
Draco closed his eyes as he forced the next one down, grimacing.
"You have been getting out of bed," Sharpner said, "despite my order for complete bed rest."
"Only to use the loo," Draco responded defensively.
"Complete means exactly what it says," Sharpner insisted and, at that moment, reminded him of Severus Snape.
Harry looked at Draco with hard eyes again. He still felt fear, but a different kind. He was afraid of what would happen to Draco, not today, but what about next week? What about next month?
Sharpner packed her bag. "I have told you, your body is having to do the work for three. Add anything to the weight already pressing down on your kidneys and they could rupture. If that happens, you risk everything. You will die, and your sons might die as well."
Draco nodded, feeling guilty. He hated to admit that he had been foolish. He hated bedpans. They disgusted him.
"I will return tomorrow to see how well you are responding to those potions. Contact me immediately if there is a problem," she said. Then she patted Narcissa reassuringly on the arm. "You were right to get me so quickly," she said, and then made her way out.
Harry and Narcissa both watched the healer go, and then turned their eyes back on the man in bed. "Draco," said Narcissa seriously. "What were you thinking?"
Draco winced. "I apologise," he said to her. "I will be more careful in the future."
She sighed and shook her head, rubbing her forehead with a shaky hand.
"I don't mean to turn you out," Harry said quietly to Narcissa, eyes still on Draco. "But could I have a few moments alone with him?"
Narcissa glanced at Harry and then back to Draco, meeting his eyes over Harry's shoulder. "Of course," she said.
"Thank you, Mother," Draco said quietly.
She nodded, leaving quietly.
"I was getting ready to listen to a lecture," Harry started seriously once the door was closed. "With everyone there, including Temmer. Kreacher appears out of nowhere, and tells me that you've fallen and that you're not moving or awake. Do you know how scared I was?"
Draco pulled a pillow more comfortably under his head and looked up at his lover. "I can imagine," he answered.
"Oh, can you?" Harry said, surprising himself when there was anger in his voice. "I ran out of there without telling anyone where I was going and just left. And then here you were, sprawled on the damn floor."
"It wasn't deliberate, Harry," Draco responded.
"No, none of it is," Harry responded. "But you deliberately don't tell me about any of it, don't you? You deliberately let me believe everything was fine before we went to that appointment and found out about the boys. What else are you deliberately hiding, Draco? What else don't I know about this pregnancy? Merlin, you didn't even tell me that you were going to get pregnant."
Draco scowled and would have crossed his arms across his chest, but that was difficult to do lying on his side. "I didn't even know if the potion would work, if I could get pregnant. And it was supposed to be a surprise!"
"Like everything else?" Harry asked, voice growing louder. "Is it supposed to be a surprise when your back snaps in half? Is it supposed to be a surprise when everything inside you stops working? Like today when Kreacher shows up at the Ministry? Lovely fucking surprise!"
"I said it was an accident," Draco snapped back.
"You're avoiding answering me!" Harry spat. "You don't tell me bloody anything!"
"What do you want to know, Harry? That I am sick? You know that. You have heard Sharpner. That this is dangerous. Yes, it is. I can't do anything about that!" Draco was yelling too now. He didn't want to fight with Harry. He felt guilty enough.
"I would've never let you do this!" Harry shouted at him. "I would've never let you if I'd known all this!" He was growing quieter now, voice shaking more. "I would've never let you risk your life. Would've never." He dropped his head into his hands, closing his eyes.
"I know, love, I know," Draco said, reaching a hand to rest on top of Harry's head. "I swear, I didn't know it would be this dangerous when I planned it. I hadn't expected risks beyond those usually faced by pregnant witches."
Harry didn't bring his face up, his body was shaking. "I can't come home and find you worse than that," he whispered.
"Come here," Draco said, tugging on his arm now. "I can't get up to hold you."
Harry shook his head, his eyes reddened when he finally did lift his face and moved to lie beside Draco.
Draco's long fingers gently stroked the hair from his lover's damp face. "I love you so much it fills me to overflowing," he said softly, smirking as he glanced down and then back to his lover's eyes.
Harry sniffled a bit, laying a hand on Draco's belly as he pressed forward for a small kiss.
Draco laid the hand under him over Harry's and held the back of his lover's head with the other, returning the kiss and adding more small kisses.
Harry sighed quietly. "I just want you to be okay," he whispered.
"I know, baby, I know," Draco soothed, petting his hair now.
Harry sighed again, simply lying there under Draco's touch. He didn't know what he would do if he had to spend a day without it, and a life without it was unthinkable.
[Yeah, I know, getting hard and it will get worse before it gets better. Hang in there...]
Chapter Title: Unthinkable
Words: 2529 Words
Harry stood facing Ron, grinning wickedly. "You do know I'm going to kick your arse, right?" he asked.
"Give me your best shot," Ron replied testily, crouching. And then they were duelling with each other in a room full of other duellers, wands flying, sparks shooting, spells and hexes reverberating off dozens of Shield Charms. Harry ducked to the right to avoid Ron's jinx, and Ron sent Harry's flying into the charm-protected wall. They kept at it for several minutes, furiously working to try and hit the other. And then the whistle sounded.
"Not bad," said Harry with a smirk, panting.
"Amazing, you mean," said Ron, panting and smirking as well.
"Well, now I wouldn't go that far," Harry teased.
"Amazing wand work, Weasley," said Temmer as she walked around, inspecting. "Your speed has increased."
Ron smiled loftily at Harry.
Harry chuckled.
They had been moved on to more serious duelling for a short while now. While Ron hadn't been bad before, Harry did know that it was true that Ron had improved quite a bit. He thought he himself had improved quite a bit as well, and he was even getting better at nonverbal, which was needed for true speed.
"Potter," Temmer said, turning her attention on him. "You aim to the right a little. Try to centre it." She gave him a wry smile.
Harry chuckled again. "I'll work on that," he said.
Temmer nodded, carrying on with her inspection.
"Penn reckons we're going to be moving on to big spells next," Ron said as he and Harry stood together, waiting for the next instructions.
"Yeah?" said Harry. "I hope so. Jelly Legs isn't exactly that great a defence."
Ron laughed. "Nor is that Tickling Charm you used."
Harry smiled and shrugged.
After a few minutes, Temmer ordered everyone to take a seat, and chairs appeared when she waved her wand.
Harry, Ron, and everyone else moved to do as she said.
"Now," came her loud voice echoing around the room. "It looks good from where I'm standing. Best lot we've had in years, if I'm quite honest, and it takes a lot to get that kind of thing out of my mouth. Previous curse and spell knowledge is abundant, you're all quick, and you've been taking the workouts seriously. Keep going this way and we may have a whole new elite team."
There were a few cheers around the room and Harry grinned.
"Now, just because I've just stroked all your egos," Temmer continued with another wry smile, "it doesn't mean you can slack off. I want you all to -"
There was suddenly a very loud crack and it made everyone jump. They all turned their heads toward ... Harry.
Harry had jumped violently, as the crack had sounded directly in front of him, where Kreacher was now standing, wide-eyed.
"Kreacher?" Harry said once he could actually talk. "What the bloody - What the hell are you doing here?"
"Potter," said Temmer from the front. "What is this?"
"I'm not exactly sure," Harry answered, highly confused and still feeling rather slow from surprise.
"Master Draco," Kreacher gasped.
Harry's blood ran cold.
"He is not getting up from the floor," Kreacher continued as fast as he could in his old, wheezy voice. "Kreacher thinks he fell, but he is not getting up. Kreacher tried to wake him, but he is just lying there."
Without a word, Harry flew up out of his seat, not walking or even walking quickly, but running for the door.
"Harry!" yelled what sounded like Temmer and Ron both, but he didn't look back. He moved as fast as he possibly could to the fireplace in the break room, his mind set only on one thing. He didn't care about anything else. He snatched Floo powder from the mantle, threw it in, and was spinning away as fast as he could spit out 'Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place'.
"Draco!" Harry yelled as loudly as he could once he was standing in the kitchen fireplace. He stumbled and fell out of the hearth, but pushed himself back up to his feet immediately. He leapt up the kitchen stairs, looking frantically down the hall. "Draco!" he shouted again, barely able to breathe for the fear. Then he took the stairs for the upper levels two at a time, and there he saw him.
Draco was sprawled on the floor, barely out of their bedroom. He wasn't moving. Harry made a strange sound, diving forward to his knees beside him. "Oh, God, no. No, no, no," he said, reaching to pull Draco's head and torso into his lap. "Oh, God, please no. Don't be hurt, please be all right." He looked around himself as if the answer would be lying around somewhere, and his heart was beating so hard and quick it was probably blurred inside him.
Harry tried to think as terror clouded his brain. "Kreacher!" he yelled finally, and the elf appeared, looking as scared as he had before. "Kreacher, get Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said quickly, still holding Draco. "Get her now!"
"Yes, Master," Kreacher said, and was gone again.
Harry continued to beg Draco to be all right and pressed a hand to his belly, feeling for the boys.
A couple minutes passed before Harry heard his name called from down below. "Here!" he yelled. "Up here!" He saw Narcissa hurry up the kitchen steps and then go for the next staircase. When she reached the top, she went completely still and her face drained of all colour. "What's happened?" she asked, rushing forward and kneeling down beside Harry.
"I - I don't know," Harry managed in a high voice. "Kreacher said he fell and -"
Narcissa's hands shook as she reached to touch Draco. "I'm going to get Healer Sharpner," she said, her voice shaking as well. "Don't move from here." And she quickly stood again, running back down the stairs.
Harry was left alone for what felt like forever, terrifying thoughts filling his mind as he stared down into Draco's face. When he heard noise from downstairs again he shouted, "Here!" as if that would make them go faster.
He saw Narcissa leading Sharpner up quickly, both women running.
Sharpner dropped beside Draco immediately, pulling out her wand as she did and casting several quick diagnostic spells in a row. "Harry, you can move him to the bed now," she said, voice crisp and professional.
Trembling, Harry nodded, pulling out his own wand to lighten Draco. He couldn't tell if anything was seriously wrong from Sharpner's voice, and it only served to scare him more. He lifted Draco up and carried him into their bedroom, laying him on the bed.
Sharpner stayed close and then rolled Draco to his side, so that the weight of his belly rested on the bed. Then she cast another spell, aimed at his lower back and several places glowed an intense red for a minute. She sighed. "What was he doing out of bed?" she asked irritably.
"I don't know," Harry said, voice still high. "Our house-elf got me from work. I came here and he was like this."
"What's the matter with him?" Narcissa asked, standing near Harry.
"Call the elf," Sharpner instructed.
"Kreacher," Harry said immediately, and Kreacher appeared again. "What was Draco doing out of bed when he fell?"
Kreacher looked at Draco on the bed. "Kreacher is not knowing exactly," he said. "But Kreacher is thinking Master was wanting to use the toilet."
"I had ordered complete bed rest," Sharpner huffed. "He has to keep the pressure off his kidneys and lower back." She looked up at the anxious faces. "His kidneys are failing."
Harry's eyes widened. "F-failing?" he said. "But what - Isn't there anything you can do about it?"
"I have a potion that can help them, but it may not heal the damage already done. And it won't be much use if he doesn't follow my instructions," she said, her professional voice cracking a bit.
Narcissa had turned still as a statue again, her eyes wet. "I was on my way over when Kreacher came to get me," she said.
Harry stared at Draco, his hands clenched. What the hell had he been thinking, getting out of bed? Especially with no one home.
Draco moaned then, and Sharpner opened her potions pack, pulling out several vials.
"Draco," Harry and Narcissa said, both of them rushing forward, but Narcissa seemed to force herself back, letting Harry take the seat beside Draco on the bed.
Draco blinked, feeling confused and realising he was in pain -- well, more than usual. His eyes focused on Harry and he frowned. "You're home?" he asked, voice a harsh whisper.
"Kreacher came and got me from work," Harry said, eyes hard. He glanced at Sharpner.
The healer handed Harry a potion, gesturing to Draco.
"What were you doing out of bed?" Harry asked, taking the potion and preparing to give it to Draco.
Draco's eyes finally focused enough that he saw his mother and Sharpner. "Merde," he cursed.
"Yes, indeed," said Narcissa.
"Here, I'll help you take this," Harry said.
Draco accepted the potion without question but gagged on the vile thing. Once he managed to get it down, he scowled up at Sharpner. "What was that?" he asked accusingly.
She frowned at him. "A purgative for your kidneys and the next one is a restorative," she said, handing Harry the second vial.
Harry helped Draco to take this potion as well, tipping it forward carefully.
Draco closed his eyes as he forced the next one down, grimacing.
"You have been getting out of bed," Sharpner said, "despite my order for complete bed rest."
"Only to use the loo," Draco responded defensively.
"Complete means exactly what it says," Sharpner insisted and, at that moment, reminded him of Severus Snape.
Harry looked at Draco with hard eyes again. He still felt fear, but a different kind. He was afraid of what would happen to Draco, not today, but what about next week? What about next month?
Sharpner packed her bag. "I have told you, your body is having to do the work for three. Add anything to the weight already pressing down on your kidneys and they could rupture. If that happens, you risk everything. You will die, and your sons might die as well."
Draco nodded, feeling guilty. He hated to admit that he had been foolish. He hated bedpans. They disgusted him.
"I will return tomorrow to see how well you are responding to those potions. Contact me immediately if there is a problem," she said. Then she patted Narcissa reassuringly on the arm. "You were right to get me so quickly," she said, and then made her way out.
Harry and Narcissa both watched the healer go, and then turned their eyes back on the man in bed. "Draco," said Narcissa seriously. "What were you thinking?"
Draco winced. "I apologise," he said to her. "I will be more careful in the future."
She sighed and shook her head, rubbing her forehead with a shaky hand.
"I don't mean to turn you out," Harry said quietly to Narcissa, eyes still on Draco. "But could I have a few moments alone with him?"
Narcissa glanced at Harry and then back to Draco, meeting his eyes over Harry's shoulder. "Of course," she said.
"Thank you, Mother," Draco said quietly.
She nodded, leaving quietly.
"I was getting ready to listen to a lecture," Harry started seriously once the door was closed. "With everyone there, including Temmer. Kreacher appears out of nowhere, and tells me that you've fallen and that you're not moving or awake. Do you know how scared I was?"
Draco pulled a pillow more comfortably under his head and looked up at his lover. "I can imagine," he answered.
"Oh, can you?" Harry said, surprising himself when there was anger in his voice. "I ran out of there without telling anyone where I was going and just left. And then here you were, sprawled on the damn floor."
"It wasn't deliberate, Harry," Draco responded.
"No, none of it is," Harry responded. "But you deliberately don't tell me about any of it, don't you? You deliberately let me believe everything was fine before we went to that appointment and found out about the boys. What else are you deliberately hiding, Draco? What else don't I know about this pregnancy? Merlin, you didn't even tell me that you were going to get pregnant."
Draco scowled and would have crossed his arms across his chest, but that was difficult to do lying on his side. "I didn't even know if the potion would work, if I could get pregnant. And it was supposed to be a surprise!"
"Like everything else?" Harry asked, voice growing louder. "Is it supposed to be a surprise when your back snaps in half? Is it supposed to be a surprise when everything inside you stops working? Like today when Kreacher shows up at the Ministry? Lovely fucking surprise!"
"I said it was an accident," Draco snapped back.
"You're avoiding answering me!" Harry spat. "You don't tell me bloody anything!"
"What do you want to know, Harry? That I am sick? You know that. You have heard Sharpner. That this is dangerous. Yes, it is. I can't do anything about that!" Draco was yelling too now. He didn't want to fight with Harry. He felt guilty enough.
"I would've never let you do this!" Harry shouted at him. "I would've never let you if I'd known all this!" He was growing quieter now, voice shaking more. "I would've never let you risk your life. Would've never." He dropped his head into his hands, closing his eyes.
"I know, love, I know," Draco said, reaching a hand to rest on top of Harry's head. "I swear, I didn't know it would be this dangerous when I planned it. I hadn't expected risks beyond those usually faced by pregnant witches."
Harry didn't bring his face up, his body was shaking. "I can't come home and find you worse than that," he whispered.
"Come here," Draco said, tugging on his arm now. "I can't get up to hold you."
Harry shook his head, his eyes reddened when he finally did lift his face and moved to lie beside Draco.
Draco's long fingers gently stroked the hair from his lover's damp face. "I love you so much it fills me to overflowing," he said softly, smirking as he glanced down and then back to his lover's eyes.
Harry sniffled a bit, laying a hand on Draco's belly as he pressed forward for a small kiss.
Draco laid the hand under him over Harry's and held the back of his lover's head with the other, returning the kiss and adding more small kisses.
Harry sighed quietly. "I just want you to be okay," he whispered.
"I know, baby, I know," Draco soothed, petting his hair now.
Harry sighed again, simply lying there under Draco's touch. He didn't know what he would do if he had to spend a day without it, and a life without it was unthinkable.
[Yeah, I know, getting hard and it will get worse before it gets better. Hang in there...]