Draco felt like he got hit by a bus. He constantly got sick; he was throwing up at least four times a day, had a slight head ache, and didn't have strength to do much.

He looked like he was sick too, he had bags under his eyes and he didn't have the energy to do his hair anymore. It was fluffy, instead of his normal pulled back look, and all over the place.

So fucking sexy. Harry thought to himself when he saw him in the great hall. Draco got up, looking slightly green, and ran out of the hall.

Draco ran to the bathroom and got sick yet again. He wiped his mouth and sat back, groaning. He sighed and got up, deciding to go to Madame Pomfrey.

He walked down the hallway and started getting sick again, falling to his knees and emptying his stomach. Harry snapped his head over and let out a little squeak when he saw the scene.

"Hah. That git is sick," Ron laughed, walking off with Hermione.

Harry hesitated at helping his enemy (who is he kidding, he's in love with him), but ran over to him. "Malfoy, come on," he said as he rubbed Draco's back. Draco groaned and Harry couldn't help but get turned on from the noise.

Harry ignored it and helped Draco up, heading to the hospital wing. He waved his wand and cleaned up the sick, then supported Draco on his hip as he walked them there. Harry laid him down on a bed and checked in with Madame Pomfrey to tell her someone was there, then left.

"Now Mr. Malfoy, what seems to be the problem?" Pomfrey asked ad she walked in.

"I don't know, Madame pomfrey," Draco said softly, laying back on the bed. "I've been getting sick all week. I don't know why,"

"Let me take some tests," she told him.

After a series of tests, Madame Pomfrey ran out of theories. Besides...

"No, that can't be..." She said as she put a vial down.

"What?" Draco asked as he sat up.

"Well... Draco, the only thing I can think of is this one last thing." She said as she picked something up that Draco couldn't see.

"What? What is it?" He asked.

Pomfrey walked over to him and passed him something. Draco's eyes widened.

A pregnancy test.

Draco took it and stared at it. "Why would you give me this?"

"It's possible for male wizards to get pregnant, Draco. Just take the test and tell me the results," she told him.

Draco got up with wobbly knees and went to he bathroom. After doing his business, he waited anxiously for the answer. He rocked back and forth on the sink, breathing heavily. He finally looked down when the time was up, and saw the result.

"Oh shit."