Paternity

Paternity, 8/?
Fainting Fit

Three Weeks Later

\"I don\'t know,\" grumbled Ron. \"Why do we need gravel on the lake banks? They tie up at the pier, don\'t they? Yeah, it can be a bit mucky down around the edge, but only if it\'s been rainy, and there\'s no reason for anyone to BE down around the pier unless they\'re getting into or out of a boat.\"

They were shoveling gravel out of a wheelbarrow, spreading it on the muddy area of banks beside the pier. \"Well,\" said Harry philosophically, \"you know how excited and agitated the first years always are. Some of them get jostled off to the side, and lose a shoe in the muck. We\'ve dug two out already.\"

\"Yeah, and one of them must be from the year before this, because I only remember one new student with a single shoe.\" He laughed. \"And it was a Slytherin. Maybe there IS some justice in the world after all.\" He paused, frowning, then sighed and sank the blade of his spade into the damp earth. \"I\'ll be back in a tic.\" He started for a nearby bush.

\"Ron, not AGAIN?\"

\"I can\'t very well hold it in, can I? I haven\'t wet my pants since I was three and Fred told me there was a bogey in my closet while George hid in it and rattled chains.\" He smiled nostalgically. \"Mum took skin off their backsides for that one.\" He continued on behind the bush.

Harry paused, leaning against his spade, and called, \"But that\'s three times in just about an hour. How much pumpkin juice did you drink at breakfast, anyway?\"

Ron was relieving himself, eyes closed with the sheer physical pleasure of emptying a full bladder. \"I dunno--three glasses--three and a bit. I\'ve just been feeling thirsty lately.\"

\"Have you had any more problems with nausea?\"

Ron shook off the last drop. \"Planning on taking up medical magic once you complete your wizarding degree, Harry?\"

Suddenly Harry\'s arms went around him beh behind. \"D\'you think your Mum would like having a doctor in the family?\"

Ron laughed. \"Are you joking? Her chest would swell so much that she\'d burst the darts on her dress.\" He stroked Harry\'s hands, where they were folded across his belly. \"Mum and Dad are proud of all of us, but having a Doctor of Medical Wizardry in the family...\" He whistled. \"Mrs. Clabberstack would have to stop bragging about her Winston, who took up Magikal Law.\"

\"You haven\'t answered my question.\" Harry stroked Ron\'s belly. \"How\'s your digestion been?\"

\"Harry, you\'re around me CONSTANTLY.\"

\"And I\'m beginning to think that Fred and George aren\'t the only sneaks in the Weasley family.\" He shook Ron gently. \"Answer the question.\"

Ron sighed. \"It\'s been fine.\"

\"Ron...\" Harry\'s voice was warning.

Ron pulled out of his grasp, turning to face him. \"No, honestly. Well, for the last couple of days, anyway. I haven\'t chucked for almost three days.\"

Harry frowned. \"I\'m still worried. Throwing up every day for a week or more isn\'t NORMAL.\"

\"I\'m fine, you worrywart. Aside from a few aches, anyway, and I\'m sure that\'s due to all the slaving that Filch has us doing.\" He touched his chest, almost gingerly. \"I\'ve been feeling a bit tender here, so it must be strained muscles from all the work.\"

\"You should see Pomfrey.\"

\"Harry! It\'s sore muscles, all right? I\'ll have a nice hot soak tonight and be right as rain tomorrow. Now will you PLEASE stop dithering on about this?\"

Harry frd, bd, but Ron had a mutinous look on his face. \"You have to promise to tell me if anything else comes up. You can\'t go ignoring your body, Ron.\"

Ron put his hands on his hips. \"Right. You seem to be doing that for both of us.\"

Harry blinked. \"What?\"

\"Ignoring my body. I\'m standing right in front of you with john thomas waving in the breeze, and not a look, let alone a how\'s your father?\" Ron shook his finger at Harry, face mock stern. \"Didn\'t the Muggles teach you better than that?\"

Harry gave him a sly smile. \"Oh, how very rude of me. You will, of course, forgive me.\"

Ron crossed his arms. \"I don\'t know about that. I\'m pretty offended. My willie doesn\'t like being snubbed.\"

Harry sank slowly to his knees in front of Ron, grinning up at him. \"What DOES it like?\" He reached out and ran one fingertip down the velvety length. \"Does it like this?\"

\"Yeah, but it prefers something not quite so HESITANT.\"

\"Ah.\" Harry wrapped his hand around Ron\'s cock and gave a stroking squeeze. \"More along these lines?\"

Ron sighed. \"Definitely an improvement.\"

\"You know, I bet if I tried very hard, I could come up with a greeting that would make john thomas stand up and shout for joy.\"

Harry was pumping Ron slowly. \"I\'d like to see you try.\" He paused. \"Really, Harry, I WOULD like that.\"

\"You know, Ron, in ancient times, even up to the middle ages, it was the custom for friends to greet each other with a kiss.\" He bent his head and pressed his lips to the very tip of Ron\'s cock. Before he pulled back, his tongue lashed out, dipping neatly into the tiny slit, and it was followed by a clear bead of pre-ejaculate. \"Damn,\" he said, with false dismay. \"Now look what I\'ve done--I\'ve made john thomas cry.\"

Ron gripped Harry\'s head, burying his hands in the dark hair, and growled, \"It\'s because you\'re a great bloody tease, that\'s why. Make it up to him.\"

This time the kiss was openmouthed, with a bit of sucking thrown in. Ron groaned aloud as Harry widened his mouth and took the entire head inside. Unable to resist, Ron pushed forward, sinking half his length into the moist heat of his lover\'s mouth. Harry made a small choking sound. Immediately contrite, Ron tried to pull back, but Harry quickly reached behind him, taka fia firm grip on his ass, and holding him in place. \"Harry, let go. I don\'t want to hurt you.\"

Harry couldn\'t shake his head, but he managed to tilt it just enough so Ron could see his eyes. They sparked like green fire, and there was a very definite, \'don\'t you DARE pull away\' in them. Ron went still.

Harry waited for a moment, breathing heavily through his nose. Then he closed his eyes and slowly, slowly began to sink lower. Ron started to swear softly in wonder. They\'d exchanged blowjobs before, of course, but neither had ever been able to swallow the other completely. In a moment, though, Harry\'s nose was buried in Ron\'s gingery pubic hair. Then he swallowed.

Ron yelped in shock, hips thrusting helplessly, and climaxed. Harry pulled back a little, but not far enough to lose a drop of his lover\'s spend. When Ron\'s hips stopped jerking, he petted the other boy\'s heaving flanks soothingly as he nursed the last drops from his softening flesh. Finally he pulled off, tucked Ron\'s now limp cock away, and zipped him up. He looked up at his friend with a twinkle in his eyes. His voice just the tiniest bit hoarse, he said, \"Well? Will that pass muster for Witches, Wizards, and Polite Society?\"

Ron pulled him up and kissed him tenderly. \"As far as I\'m concerned it will. Just be sure you don\'t try that sort of greeting with my Dad next time we\'re home. He already likes you, so there\'s no need to go trying to impress him.\" He let Harry go, and his smile faltered for a moment. \"Gosh, it\'s hot today.\" He wiped his forehead.

\"Not so bad,\" countered Harry. \"Not here in the shade, anyway. But it it\'s too much for you, we can knock off now. I\'ll just dump the rest of that gravel out and give it a few kicks to scatter it.\" He hesitated. \"You\'re looking a bit pale, Ron.\"

\"I\'m naturally pale. Haven\'t you noticed, Harry? Redhead, and all that.\"

\"Yes, but...\" Harry trailed off. Ron was looking stubborn. \"You just wait, and I\'ll go take care of that gravel. Then we\'ll go inside and have some lemonade and a bit of a rest before lunch.\"

\"All right.\" Harry went over and tipped up the wheelbarrow, letting the last of the tiny rocks patter out into a small pile. \"Harry? I do feel a little off. Maybe...\"

Harry turned just in time to see Ron crumple to the ground. \"RON!\" Harry threw the wheelbarrow aside and rushed to his friend, dropping to his knees beside him. His first instinct was to grab Ron and just SHAKE him, but good sense prevailed. He bent low, studying Ron anxiously, and found that he was breathing steadily, if a bit shallowly. He pulled open the other boy\'s shirt and pressed his ear to Ron\'s chest, almost crying in relief when he heard the gentle thud of his heart.

Harry slid his arms under Ron and staggered to his feet, his back protesting as he lifted the larger boy. Harry gritted his teeth and started back toward the school. He wanted to call for help, but he was afraid to waste the breath. He didn\'t have to. He\'d barely rounded the corner, coming in sight of the entrance, when Snape exited. Harry had never been so happy to see anyone in his life. \"SNAPE!\"

Snape\'s head swiveled, lifting, the better to look down his nose at anyone who would so rudely accost him. When he saw Harry stumbling toward him, the limp body of Ron Weasley cradled in his arms, all traces of annoyance fled, and he ran to them, his robes billowing in his wake. He reached for Ron, and Harry flinched back a half step, reluctant to let go of him. \"POTTER!\" Snape hissed. \"Don\'t be an ass! Give him to me.\"

Harry handed Ron over, and Snape whirled, making for the entrance at a dead run, as if Ron\'s weight were trivial. Harry followed right behind him, but he was no match for Snape\'s long, rapid strides, and fell behind, but he knew just where they were going.

When Harry arrived at the infirmary, Ron was stretched out on a bed, Snape was hovering beside it, and Madame Pomfrey was already waving a small blue bottle under the boy\'s nose. Ron coughed weakly, and he pushed at her hand, trying to force the bottle away. \"No, yon\'on\'t, lad,\" she said crisply. \"You\'ll be needing another good whiff before I\'m satisfied.\"

\"Oo, Pom,\" Ron groaned. \"That smells worse than that ogre we tussled with in the girl\'s lav.\"

\"Open your eyes.\" Ron obeyed, and Madame Pomfrey stretched each lid up, peering intently at his eyes. \"Hm. Looks normal. Now, then, want to tell me what brought this on?\"

\"Not really, no.\"

\"Weasley,\" said Snape quietly. \"Healthy young men do not faint dead away for no good reason.\"

\"I--just had a little too much sun.\"

Madame Pomfrey was studying the boy shrewdly. \"Have there been any other symptoms?\"

Ron shook his head, but Harry spoke up, \"He\'s been having a lot of stomach trouble.\"

Ron scowled. \"That isn\'t the sort of thing a fellow likes to have bruited about, Harry.\"

\"Don\'t be ridiculous,\" said Pomfrey tartly. \"I can\'t help you if I don\'t know what\'s going on.\"

\"Oh, all right,\" sighed Ron. \"Yes, I\'ve been upchucking a good bit lately--mostly just after I get up. And I\'ve been tired, and a little achy, but I\'ve been doing a lot more physical work.\"

\"And he whizzes a lot,\" Harry offered.

\"HARRY!\" Ron put his hands over his face, but not before everyone saw the flaming blush.

\"Er, he\'s been making water a lot,\" amended Harry sheepishly.

\"You know,\" said Madame Pomfrey in a conspiratorial voice, \"I once heard my father say \'pee\'. Ron, has there been any discomfort with the urination? No blood in the urine or bowel movements, eh?\"

\"Gosh, NO! That would be bad, wouldn\'t it?\" said Ron, expression puckering.

\"Bleeding very seldom indicates anything GOOD,\" drawled Snape. \"You haven\'t been snacking on anything in the greenhouse, have you?\"

\"Oh, for...! I know you don\'t have a high opinion of me, but give me a LITTLE credit,\" snapped Ron. He started to get up.

\"None of that!\" scolded Madame Pomfrey. \"I need to run some tests to see what\'s ailing you.\"

\"Oh, honestly! It\'s PASSED.\"

Ron started to get up again. This time Snape settled a heavy hand on his shoulder and pressed him back into the bed. His voice was cool. \"While you are at Hogwarts, you are the responsibility of the staff. You will not endanger yourself by refusing to act in a reasonable manner, Weasley. You will remain here until Madame Pomfrey releases you, and you will remain IN BED, if she so directs you. Is that clear?\"

Ron frowned, but wasn\'t quite ready to give in. \"It\'s not school term now.\"

Snape\'s eyes glittered. \"You\'re quite correct. There\'s another two months to go. Are you trying to see how many points you can lose for Gryffindor before term begins?\"

Ron wilted back against the pillow. \"All I can say is, the things I do for my house.\"

\"I must be going,\" said Snape. \"Madame, I will check back with you later on the status of your patient.\" He gave her a slight bow, then favored Ron and Harry each with an enigmatic stare before leaving. Harry was surprised to realize that he hadn\'t seen any of Snape\'s usual condescension in those looks.

Madame Pomfrey slipped a thermometer under Ron\'s tongue. \"Hold that, young Weasley. Mind you don\'t let it slip out from under your tongue. If I can\'t get an accurate reading this way, I\'ll have no problem with taking it the way your mammy did when you were in diapers.\"

\"I\'d haff a problem wiff it,\" mumbled Ron.

\"It won\'t take but a second to roll you over,\" Pomfrey warned. Ron subsided.

\"Don\'t worry, Ron,\" said Harry. \"I\'ll stay with you.\"

\"I\'m not entirely sure he\'ll want that,\" said Madame Pomfrey. She was putting on a rubber glove. \"Some of the examinations and tests are a wee bit embarrassing.\"

TBC