Draco
woke up in a rather pleasant mood. He stretched and yawned before
rolling over to find Harry and hopefully take care of some morning
wood. Only Harry wasn't in bed.
With
a disappointed sigh, Draco got out of bed and padded to their en
suite bathroom. He immediately found Harry, who was draped over the
toilet having an unpleasant conversation with it about the fact that
he was pregnant. This sight churned Draco's stomach a little, but he
was able to ignore his discomfort to focus on being sympathetic.
Until
Harry heaved up something to add to the toilet. Draco had less than a
second to conjure up a bucket before he vomited. When he was done, he
sat on the bathroom floor and pressed a hand to his roiling stomach.
He wasn't even the pregnant one!
Harry
heaved again and Draco added more to his bucket. When he was done, he
took a few deeply calming breaths. Then he glared at Harry. “I
blame you...”
