Complications

A/N I would like to apologise for the lateness of this chapter. There are a couple of reasons for this. As one of my reviewers pointed out there was an error in my last chapter. I am not sure what happened but I think it was a combination of my bad typing (which is really bad) and auto correct. In the end I couldn't actually remember what I had meant to write but changed it so it at least made sense (I also discovered another typo). When I tried to edit the chapter it wouldn't take so I have had to delete it and repost it so I hole I haven't lost any reviews! The other reason for the late post would be that I clean forgot and by the time I remembered I had run out of battery after reading another Fic all day. Apologies! Now in with chapter 4


The time flew past quickly for Harry, what with early OWL preparation causing excess homework and, of course, training for the Quiditch season, and soon enough the Yule holidays were right around the corner. He was often up late into the night practising his wand movements, memorising potions ingredients or writing out new chaser strategies for Ron to look over. It was beginning to exhaust him and he was finding it more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. Of course it wasn't just homework that was keeping him up at night. Even when he didn't have an appointment with his rather amorous lover he would spend late nights lying awake thinking about him, his hand usually finding its way into his pyjama bottoms as he planned their next meeting, all the amazing things they would do together. Their relationship had become a lot more passionate in the three months since his accidental poisoning at the hands of the idiot twins, Crabbe and Goyle. It was almost he had unlocked something deep within him that craved his lover's touch constantly, a part of him that dreamed up sinfully decadent pleasures for the two of them, a part of him that would brush up against Draco in the hallway just so those talented fingers could touch him fleetingly. He had tried to get Draco to increase their meetings but he was being stubborn, claiming that people would begin to notice, that he was busy, Harry put it down to pure cruelty, making him wait for those two times a week when Draco would make him scream with pleasure was pure torture and Draco turned it into an art form.

Of course, people were beginning to notice the changes in him. He had lost the haunted look of the perpetually hunted, the threat of Voldemort no longer seemed to play on his mind, he had much more enjoyable things to concentrate on. It had been replaced a sort of dreamy far-off gaze which was, apparently, the first symptom of being head over heels, according to Hermione. She had bought it up several times, especially after he had started reading fluffy romantic novels, which was apparently the second sign. Both her and Ron had tried several times to tease the identity of his mystery lover from him but they had failed miserably. He had told them some rot about protecting their identity, about how they could be at risk from Voldemort. They had believed him grudgingly, Ron especially not liking being kept in the dark, but had still continued to gather illusive clues.

Of course, not everything was perfect. He still had the nagging pain in his stomach which hadn't really left him in three months. It was only a small irritation most of the time but it did have a nasty tendency to make him quite queazy, especially in the last few weeks. He had even had to cart himself off to the infirmary a couple of times for a potion to relieve the urge to vomit. Madame Pomfrey had, at first, berated him harshly for not coming to her sooner and then become increasing absorbed in finding out what was causing his mystery illness. Harry just wanted to get on with his life, and as long as he could keep down his dinner he tried to steer clear of the obsessive nurse and just deal with it.


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A stabbing pain in his stomach woke Harry at around 5 in the morning. He whimpered slightly and curled up protectively in to the foetal position. Slowly he pushed aside the drapes around his bed and got up slowly, careful not to wake his dorm mates and moved quickly and silently towards the bathroom, hunched over, holding his mouth to avoid hurling before he reached the toilet. He didn't quite make it before the contents of his stomach were hurling towards the floor. He staggered slightly and made the rest of the way before finally collapsing against the rim of the bowl and passing out.

He didn't know how long it was before he next awoke. He had vague memories of being found in the bathroom and Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape being called to move him in to the infirmary. Now he was lying down with a bucket to his side, which he had used a couple of times and the contents had been magically removed, thank Merlin. He was mostly just dry heaving now, having nothing left in his stomach to bring up. Madame Pomfrey had been in and out a couple of times, doing tests and chatting to him about how he was feeling and little things like that. It was well into the day so the rest of the students were still in class, his Gryfindor friends having to be forcibly removed from his bedside to attend breakfast. He must have fallen asleep again because the next thing he knew he was being shaken awake gently by Madame Pomfrey.

"Is it time to get up?" Harry asked groggily. Madame Pomfrey gave a small smile.

"No, Harry, it is around 4 o'clock, you've been asleep for about four hours..." She paused for a moment seeming to select her words carefully. "I stopped your housemates from coming to see you, you needed your rest." Harry nodded carefully. He could sense there was something she wasn't telling him. Harry decided to go on the offensive.

"You know what's wrong with me, don't you?"

"It is... What I mean to say is that it may be best for you to have someone with you, an adult? Perhaps Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagle?"

"You're starting to scare me? Is it really bad? Please just tell me quickly. Am I dying or something?" Madame Pomfrey let out a small laugh and then covered her mouth with her hand.

"Sorry, Harry, I shouldn't laugh, it is just... No dear you're not dying. I have never seen this before. I didn't even know it was possible... It is a miracle..." Harry was becoming impatient.

"Please could you please tell me?!"

"Yes, yes of course. Well Harry it would seem you are expecting."