Fic title: Once Upon A Blue Moon
Penname: DBZVegeta
Summary: Written for the TSS Contest # 5 – Other Challenges #10: Harry wakes up after a pub crawl with "B (Surprise)" and is sore, there, yes there. The problem is did they use protection? A Blue Moon – A rare, but not impossible event.
Rating: R
# of Chapters: 1 of 6
Word Count: 950
Category: Romance / Angst / Mystery
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended

Chapter 1

Present Time

"You do understand that this will ground you from the remainder of the season, don't you?" The doctor said, looking down at the notes in his hands before making notations in the record on the table. He looked up and took in the stunned look on his patient's face. "Are you all right, Mr. Potter?"

Harry stared at him, the roar still ringing in his ears, as he tried to understand what was happening. "Are your sure that you haven't made a mistake…I mean…I'm a man," he blurted out, his fingers nervously twisting in the fabric of his Quidditch robes.

"I am quite sure, Mr. Potter. You are three months pregnant." Doctor Maria said, his face soften as he took in his expression. "I take it that you didn't know that wizards could get pregnant."

"Umm…no I…never heard of anything of the such." Harry mumbled, his face turning white suddenly. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" he said, his eyes pleading with the man.

"No, I am not required to report the reason for the medical grounding. However it will become quite obvious to others as you begin to show." Doctor Maria said gently, smiling at the bewildered look on Harry's face. He picked up a pen and wrote down a name and floo address. "Here, take this. This is a good friend of mine who specializes in male pregnancies. Contact him and setup an appointment. You will need regular medical checkups during your pregnancy." He held out the piece of paper to Harry, who took it, staring down at it blankly, shock still running through his system. "I promise you Harry, he is very discrete."

"Okay…thank you Doctor." Harry said as he slid off the table. Turning towards the door he was stopped by the doctor's voice.

"Harry, you may want to consider notifying the other father. His assistance in this pregnancy is vital."

Harry blanched once more, his hand resting on the door handle as he bowed his head. His voice was barely a whisper as he answered, "That's impossible Doctor…he's dead."

Three Months Earlier

"Really Ron, I don't need you to set me up on another date." Harry groaned as his long time friend blathered on through the floo connection. Ron, happily married to Hermione for the last three years, only wanted his friend to have what he had. However, Harry hadn't yet confessed to his friend that he was, in fact, gay. Every date he had been set up on had been with witches, not wizards.

"But Harry, I am sure you will just love Angelica. She's into Quidditch and loves kids…she's perfect for you." Ron said, his bright blue eyes twinkling with happiness. "She will meet you tonight at Lavells for dinner. Eight, and don't be late."

"But Ron…" Harry started.

"Opps, gotta go, Jerry is crying and I bet he needs his diaper changed. Tootles," Ron called out as he quickly disappeared from the fire, knowing that Harry was going to once again protest.

Harry rubbed a tired hand across his brow as the floo connection closed and the fire roared back to orange and gold. He really needed to sit his friends down and explain the situation about his preferences. Granted that was going to be a very interesting conversation. He could see it right now. Hermione asking questions and volunteering to get him books on best protection methods and Ron yelling about how he couldn't understand how Harry could bat for the other team. He had a headache coming on just thinking about it.

Standing up from his crouched position in front of the fire, he was tempted to blow off this arranged date of Ron's and just go to bed. But if he did, he wouldn't hear the last of it. So he would go, try to excuse himself early and return home with none the wiser.

"You're gay, aren't you?" Angelica said, looking over the rim of her glass of white wine.

Harry nearly spit the sip of his wine halfway across the table at her question, and as it was only managed to choke slightly.

"Whhh..aaa..ttt?" he stammered, picking up his napkin to dab at his mouth.

"Well, it's either your gay or you really don't like big-chested blondes," she said, her red painted lips quirking up into a half-smile. "I mean, it's not like it's the end of the world if you really like guys. Why do you continue to let your friend fix you up with women if you like guys?"

"Uhmm, maybe because I haven't told anyone yet." Harry said softly, a flushed lightly coloring his cheeks.

Angelica smiled again, reaching out to pat his hand gently. "I understand luv, my girlfriend was seriously upset that I wanted to got out tonight with a guy. Even after I explained how Ron was so desperate to set up his friend."

"I just wish he would stop trying to interfere with my life. I'll find someone…someday." Harry groaned, as he dropped his napkin back to the table.

"Well Harry, how about I help you with that?" Angelica said as she pushed back her chair and stood. She held out a hand to him, smiling as he looked up at her in bewilderment.

"What do you mean?" Harry said, eyeing her hand suspiciously before looking up into her face.

"What I mean is, let's go. Val and I were going to go out tonight before I got sidetracked by Ron, so you will be joining us at our favorite club," she said, a bright smile creeping over her face. "And maybe you'll just find someone that you may be looking for."