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COMPLICATIONS OF SEX

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Synopsis

Harry and Snape bump into each other before 7th year. They begin a sexual relationship, but is one of them developing feelings? SLASH, HPSS, SSHP, Harry/Severus, Severus/Harry, MPREG, OOC, AU.

Notes

Story contains SLASH, HPSS, SSHP, Harry/Severus, Severus/Harry, MPREG, OOC, AU. Please no flames regarding any of these warnings as you have been forewarned.

Disclaimer

I do not own Harry Potter etc.

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Chapter 4: Can't Move On

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"It's for the best mate, try to forget about him," Ron said, trying to cheer up his friend at breakfast.

Harry had spent the remainder of last week pretending he had flu and was nervous about seeing Snape again. He was still hurting and was missing him terribly. Every time he heard someone walking behind him, he jumped, thinking Snape was on his way to the staff table.

"I know I should, it's just… I'm… I'm in love with him."

"He doesn't deserve your love; you'll meet someone who will return your feelings, who won't just want to sleep with you."

"Thanks Ron. It's usually Hermione dishing out the comforting words, what's going on?"

"She told me I need to be… what was it? Oh yeah, "Ron, be more sympathetic and sensitive to Harry's state of mind."

"You're lucky she's in the library," Harry laughed.

"But seriously mate, you'll get over it."

"I know," Harry said trying to sound convincing to Ron, but not sounding convincing to himself.

Several minutes went by and Harry began to feel more relaxed and wasn't jumping every few seconds. He even managed a laugh or two at Ron's jokes about Hermione. He was just helping himself to another slice of toast when he saw Ron's eyes narrow in the direction of the door. Turning to look, Harry saw Snape sweeping towards the staff table on his side. Harry's body shivered as Snape neared him and could see Snape looking directly into his eyes. Quickly looking down at his toast, Harry couldn't have eaten it even if he was starving, he felt sick to the stomach. Snape stopped behind him and bent down towards him.

"Where's your imaginary boyfriend Potter?" Snape whispered into his ear and then swept off up to the staff table.

"Shit," Harry said quietly.

"What did he say?" Ron asked.

"Well I told him we couldn't… anymore, because I had met someone else. He just asked me where my imaginary boyfriend was."

"Why did you tell him you were seeing someone else?"

"I don't know, it was the first thing that came into my head. Fuck, he knows I was making it up."

"Well, you'll just have to get yourself a boyfriend."

"What?"

"Ask someone out. It'll take your mind off things and show Snape what he's missing out on."

"But I don't want to go out with anyone else. I don't even fancy anyone in the school, let alone know who's gay or not."

"Hmm, well you're just going to have to pretend."

"He'll see right through that."

"I guess you could always tell him the truth."

"No way!"

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"I can't go in," Harry said as they approached their Potions classroom. "What if he just utilises the lesson to humiliate me or something?"

"Why would he do that?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. To get back at me."

"Then you just have to act as though you don't care. Be the mature one."

"You've got us with you," Ron added. "I don't mind getting expelled for hexing him."

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "You can't attack anyone."

"It was a joke Hermione. So are we going in?"

The trio had reached the door and were at a stand still. Harry felt nervous. Even though he would be in a room full of people, even though he and Snape had shared a sexual relationship together, he felt nervous about being in his presence again. Hearing his voice, looking into his eyes…

"Yeah, I've got to go in some time I guess." They went into the classroom and took their seats. Harry hadn't dared look up towards Snape's desk and instead busied himself with doodling on his note pad.

"Today we will be continuing where we left off in our previous lesson… Mr Potter could you put your quill down and pay attention." Harry jumped at hearing his name and looked up to see Snape's eyes boring into his own. He put his quill down and could feel his heart beating faster beneath his chest. "You of all people should be listening extra carefully Mr Potter. After all, you deemed it unnecessary to show up to my class last Thursday. Flu wasn't it?"

"Yes sir," Harry managed to croak out.

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The rest of the lesson was pretty uneventful, with Snape only passing Harry a couple of times to look down and smirk into his cauldron. The bell couldn't have come sooner for Harry and when it did he quickly began stuffing his things in his bag, desperate to get away. But…

"Potter, stay behind," Harry heard Snape shout form his desk. He groaned and looked around at Ron and Hermione.

"Don't stay," Hermione told him.

"But if I don't he'll probably give me detention, I don't want to have to spend any more time in his company."

"Ok, we'll wait outside," Ron told him. "Shout if you need us."

Ron and Hermione joined the crowd heading out of the door. Harry stayed seated, staring at anything apart from Snape and didn't move when the classroom door had been magically shut with a wave of Snape's wand.

"Come here Potter," Snape said quietly, but not unkindly. Harry didn't move.

"Very well."

Snape stood up and made his way towards Harry. He could feel his heart thumping again and didn't have a clue what Snape wanted with him. Snape grabbed a chair and sat across the table from him. For over a minute they sat in silence, Snape looking at Harry, Harry looking at his hands. Finally, when he started feeling awkward, he looked up at Snape.

"What?" he asked, a bit too forceful, but he couldn't help it.

"I was wondering if you had reconsidered your reluctance to see me in a more personal manner?"

"No."

"I see. Then would you care to explain the real reason you called it off."

"I told you, I've… met someone else."

"That's most interesting. Why did you spend several days out of classes for being ill?"

"You know why… I had the flu."

"Really?"

"Yeah… I caught it off my new boyfriend."

"I don't recall any other student being away form classes due to the flu."

"He didn't have it as bad as I did."

"So who is this mysterious new boyfriend of yours?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"Because… he wants us to keep quiet… you know… until we leave Hogwarts. And I don't trust you to keep it to yourself."

Snape smiled in amusement and Harry had to physically stop his hands from reaching up and pulling him in for a kiss. Smiling really suited him. It made his heart melt and his body crave for his touch.

"What house is he in?"

"Look, I'm not telling you so drop it. Why do you care anyway?"

"I'm just curious as to why you're lying. What you're trying to cover up."

"I've had enough of this," Harry said in frustration. He got off his chair, grabbed his bag and walked towards the door. Before he got there, an arm turned his body and he found himself in Snape's embrace. His body tingled with desire and he liked the familiar smell of being so close to him.

"What are you doing?" Harry whispered, although he made no attempt to get him off.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Snape replied, claiming Harry's lips in a desperate kiss.

Harry could feel his cock getting excited underneath his pants and knew if this carried on any longer, he would be getting thoroughly fucked in approximately five minutes time. He couldn't let it happen, he had been doing so well, having sex would just make things even more complicated and his story of having a boyfriend would be proved a complete lie. And then what would happen? Harry pushed Snape's arms off him and moved back a few steps.

"No. I don't want this! Why can't you just leave me alone? I'm seeing someone else now."

"Potter, do you really expect me to believe that bollocks?"

"It's the truth. And anyway, you're… you're…"

"I'm what?"

"Crap in bed, I got bored of it," Harry said quietly.

Snape didn't reply to this. Harry could see the tiniest flicker of hurt in his eyes and desperately wanted to yell that it wasn't true, but he couldn't think of anything else to get Snape off his back. He needed space to get over him. Snape turned around and went back to sit at his desk. Harry excused himself from the room without another word.

"What happened? What did he want?" Hermione asked as soon as Harry shut the door behind him. He'd completely forgotten that they were waiting for him.

"Oh nothing really. He was just trying to wind me up about my new boyfriend."

"What new boyfriend?" Hermione said frowning. Ron started laughing and even Harry managed a small chuckle.

"I'll fill you in over dinner, let's go."

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"Are you going to eat that?" Hermione asked Harry, who had a sausage on a fork but didn't seem to have any intention of eating it. "You've been staring at it for like ten minutes."

"I know, it's just the smell is making me feel a bit queasy."

"You're not still stressing about Snape are you?"

"No, it's not that. I just don't feel too good."

It had been a month since Harry had lied to Snape about getting bored of their sexual relationship. Snape was pretty much acting as though Harry didn't exist and Harry couldn't understand why. He wasn't even giving the Slytherins their fun by mocking Harry's potions attempts and his homework returned to him without the usual scathing remarks. For the past couple of days he had been feeling queasy when smelling the food in the Great Hall and couldn't for the life of him work out why. Yes he'd been quite down and depressed about Snape, but surely that wasn't a catalyst for food making you feel sick?

"If you don't feel well you should see Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.

"I think she's seen enough of me to last a lifetime," Harry replied, thinking it would be pretty stupid to go to her just because he felt "queasy."

No sooner had he thought this and he had an overwhelming feeling that he was about to throw up. He ran from the Great Hall and up the stairs to the nearest toilet. Once in there he bent over the toilet and started heaving. Having not even eaten any breakfast yet, there was no food in his stomach which could physically be brought up. A couple of minutes later the heaving stopped and Harry sat back with his head against the toilet wall, panting. His throat and stomach hurt from the heaving and he felt dizzy.

"Mate, are you alright?" Ron had appeared in the toilets and bent down next to Harry.

"Yeah, I don't know what came over me. I felt so sick but nothing was coming out."

"I think you should see Madam Pomfrey," Ron said in a concerned voice. "You might have food poisoning or something."

"Yeah I think I will." Harry stood up and went over to the sink to splash himself with water.

"You look pale," Ron commented, as Harry dried his face with a towel.

"Thanks," Harry replied, managing a small smile. He and Ron left the toilet and stopped when they reached the staircase.

"I'll let Flitwick know that you're in the Hospital wing. See you in a bit." Ron headed off to the Charms classroom and Harry headed to the Hospital wing. When he got there, he pushed the door open and came face to face with Madam Pomfrey, who was watering her plants by the window.

"Hello Mr Potter, what can I do for you this time?"

"I've been feeling sick the past couple of days and just now I kept heaving but nothing was coming out."

"I see. Did you have breakfast before this happened?"

"No. The smell of the food was making me feel sick."

"Right. Well pop yourself up on the bed and I'll take a look at you."

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