Here is the second chapter! It may take a bit longer for the third chapter, and I am having an internal debate as to the length of it. But that's okay.
Disclaimer: If I said Harry Potter belonged to me it would be a lie. One big fat lie. One big fat ugly lie. But I didn't say that because Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, it belongs to JK!
Just a reminder: Remember everything is still going to be over done and not really that, normal. Unfortunately I was advised to not go too far and well, I had to rethink a plot bunny….And most of the things here are just things that I don't think are going to happen.
Enjoy!
With Those Fries I'd like a Puke Bucket Please
"Come on mate, were going to be late for Charms." Ron was saying, they were in the 6th year boy's dorm.
"You go ahead Ron, I'm not feeling that go-" Harry got up and ran to the bathroom, he then started to throw up into the toilet.
Ron looked disgusted, "Okay, err… see you soon." Harry just waved his hand as he felt another round come up.
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"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked as Ron sat down next to her at the table.
"He's not feeling too well." He said, as he piled pancakes onto his plate.
"Oh."
"Yea he ran to the toilet when I tried to talk to him. You should go check on him after class." Ron was now stuffing food into his mouth.
"Why won't he go to Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione looked disgusted.
"Well," Ron started, turning his face towards Hermione, food flying out. "He says its no big deal."
"It sounds like he just wants to get off class. Stupid little git." Hermione turned to Ron, who was piling some bacon on his plate.
"When your done with that we better go to class." Ron had his mouth wide open and as he was ungracefully attempting to chew food was flying out in all directions. "You know what Ron? I think I'm just going to go now."
"'E `ou la'er Herm'ne!" Some of Ron's bacon went shooting out of his mouth and into his juice.
Hermione quickly jumped up and ran out of the great hall. She made her way to Gryffindor common room to find belching sounds coming from the boy's dorms.
"Harry?" She called up. She heard a toilet flush and then there was pounding on the stairs.
"Yea?" Harry look pale and he had blue marks around his eyes.
"Are you okay? Ron said that you're not feeling too well and I said that I should go check on you." Half way through the middle of that Harry made a run for the dustbin, only making it in time. Hermione turned her head the other way as Harry let, whatever that was come up. "Harry why don't you just go to Madame Pomfrey? I'm sure she could help you."
Harry stood up and turned back to her, "Because she will just get mad at me for getting sick. I was in there last week from a Quittitch accident. I doubt that she will want to see me again so soon."
"Well your not going to miss class for something that you could easily go and take a potion for! So go get your bags, we have Defense Against the Dark arts first! You really can't miss that as you are the teacher!" Hermione put her foot down firmly and stood there, waiting for Harry to trudge back up the stairs to retrieve his books.
"But Hermione." Harry sulked. He then bent back down and let some more sickness come up. Harry slouched to the ground, his stomach was hurting, he had a horrible headache and all he wanted to do was sleep.
Hermione frowned, Harry really did look bad, and she could tell that he wasn't faking it. But he really couldn't miss the one class that he teaches! "Oh my poor baby." She said as she slid down next to him and took him into her arms. "You really don't feel that good do you?" She felt him shake his head against her chest. She kissed his forehead, "Okay then, well just stay here and I'll go look in my trunk for some Muggle medicine." She lifted his head so it was straight in front of hers. "I'll be right back." She then gave him a peck on the end of his nose.
Harry and Hermione slowly walked towards the couch and Hermione then ran up the girls staircase. Oh poor Harry. I'm sure he feels horrible. Hermione thought as she took out her toiletries, Here it is! No wait that for contraception. Those are my vitamins, and here is the Panadol! Hermione grabbed an empty bowl and filled it with cold water, then she grabbed a face cloth on her way down.
"Here you go Harry." Hermione gave him the Panadol tablets and she fetched him some water. Harry drank them with out a protest, and then he lay back down on his pillow. "Why aren't you going to class Hermione?"
"Because you don't feel well." She reached down and picked up the wet cloth, rang it out then wiped it on his sweaty face.
"But then I'm going to feel bad because I made you miss one of your classes."
"Shh." He felt a finger being placed on his lips. Hermione got up and took off her coat. Then she wiped his face again. "Where don't you feel well?"
Harry taped his head and stomach. "Everything hurts, its so sore." He let out a gasp of breath. "A bright light, I see a bright light. Its so pretty, so nice. Come here light." A shriek erupted from his lips. "Its blinding me! Oh! Ahhh, no, no! I don't want to go. You can't make me. Oh the pain, the horror. M-make it go away Hermione, tell it to leave me alone." He started to twist and turn.
"Okay." She said, lifting his glasses off his face.
"Hermione what are you doing?" He couldn't see her but he could sure as hell feel her hands as they rubbed against his stomach.
"Harry tell me if this hurts okay?" His reply was a mumbled `okay'. She right above his belly button. When she got no reply she moved on, the next place was the side of his stomach, again she go no reply. But when she put some pressure right under his belly button, on his barley visible snail trail he let out a moan.
"Oww. Don't press there again."
"Sorry!" She bent down and kissed him where she had pressed her fingers down. He started to squirm around when her lips touched his body.
"T-that tickles." A snort of laughter escaped his mouth. It was now Hermione's turn to giggle. Again, she bent down and kissed him in the same spot, and without fail there was yet another round of laughter.
"Now where does you head hurt?" Hermione had begun to ask, but Harry had tipped over the couch and vomited into the dustbin.
"Ech, right at the front." Hermione moved closer towards his head, lay her hand against his forehead.
"Merlin, one would think that you were on fire Harry!" Hermione reached down and took the still cool cloth and gave his face another wipe. "Your vomiting so much one would think that you've got morning sickness."
"That's not funny Hermione, really. And by the laws of nature its also not right!" Harry reached out and twined his finders with hers. "Ahh, you hands are so nice and cold." Harry let out a sigh as he felt her place her other hand on his face. "I wonder how long its going to take for this medicine to work."
"It shouldn't take too long hun." And sure enough come ten minutes later Harry's headache had passed, and he was just left with a throbbing in his lower abdomen.
Hermione slipped behind Harry, and he lay his head on her stomach. How on earth am I lucky enough to have Hermione Granger underneath me? Hopefully she won't see how excited this is getting me. Harry curled up on his side and the both of them fell asleep.
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Hermione groaned. She felt something pressing against her hips, and it felt really good. She opened her eyes to see Harry Potter lying on his side with his face right next to her breast. The only thing that's wrong about this situation is that out clothes are still on us, not the floor like they are supposed to be, but on us. Hermione put her hand on Harry's shoulder and shook him. He didn't wake up. So she lifted him up and out off the couch then shook his leg. Yet still he was asleep. So she fetched his glass of water and poured it on him. Then Hermione proceeded to go through every thing in the book, but yet Potter-the-rock still slept on. So she tried the only thing there was left, she kissed him full on the lips. This really got him awake.
First a expression of shock was written on his face, then that passed and then an look of pure bliss took over and he responded back. He moved his head more towards the side and pressed his mouth harder against hers. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and moving closer towards him. He gave one last hard push against her mouth then he moved his head back.
He had a rather smug look on his face, "What brought that on?"
"You wouldn't get up, I tried everything on you, but nothing seemed to work." Hermione had a smile that was threatening to spread all over her whole face, but she somehow held it back.
"Err… well that might have something to do with the fact that I was in the middle of a, ah, rather enjoyable fantasy." His face was turning redder and redder every second that he spoke.
He, he had a fantasy? But- oh, Cho. "Well its time for lunch, and you seem to be looking a lot better, so I suggest that we head down."
Harry sat up, "Hey," he pulled her face down and gave her a quick kiss before she could push away. "It had nothing to do with Cho." He then got up and took her hand. "Lets go to lunch."
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"Harry!" Ron shouted when Harry and Hermione entered the great hall. "How you feeling?" He asked as the two of them sat down at the table.
"Better, much better." Harry replied before reaching to the bread.
"You should have seen him Ron, he was throwing up so much one would have thought he had morning sickness!"
"What!?" Dean spat out all of his Pumpkin juice on Neville. "Did someone just say Harry's pregnant or was something slipped into my drink?"
"DEAN!" Neville grumbled.
Dean turned back to Neville, took out his wand and said a quick cleaning spell. "Sorry Neville." He then turned back to the trio, "How the bloody hell can Harry be pregnant? He's a guy! You are right Harry?"
"No Dean I've been a little girl all this time, just drinking the Pollyjuice potion, and I'm really Lord Voldermort's long lost sluttish daughter. Of course I'm a guy Dean, and I don't even think that males can have children."
At the other side of the room Draco Malfoy let out a roar of laughter. "Aww isn't that so sweet. Look everyone, Potter's going to be a daddy." There was a collective sigh from the Slythren table.
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