Harry sunk down on the sofa as Severus stared at him in shock.
"Severus, I have something to tell you."
"Yes, love?" Severus' lifted an eyebrow at him, confusion and love mixed in the obsidian eyes.
Harry swallowed the growling lump in his throat, ignoring the bile trying to fight its way up, ignoring the tears prickling behind his eyes, burying his head to his chest and blurted, "I'm pregnant."
Now, as Harry thought of the minutes before, he allowed the tears to slowly fall from his eyes but kept his gaze down. He didn't want to force his lover (ex lover, his mind supplied, making his tears fall quicker) into anything. "I-I-"
"Will you shut up, Potter?" Severus snapped angrily, "Let me, let me think. I have to think about this Harry, I, I can't look at you right now."
Severus stood up, his black robes blowing behind him as he stormed out of their private chambers. Harry allowed the sobs to freely flow now, shame and sadness overwhelming his very hormonal mind. His heart was heavy, as was his mind, as he laid down on the sofa. He couldn't get up even if he wanted to.
Hell, he had magic. He wouldn't have to get up. Maybe he'd just die here- Severus doesn't love him anymore. Terror struck through Harry. What if Severus wanted him to rid of the baby?
He wouldn't do it! Anger swelled in his chest, momentarily distracting him from his sorrow. No, his mind echoed, Harry sniffed bitterly. He wouldn't do that.
Severus would never make Harry do anything that would intentionally hurt him anymore, his own thoughts be damned.
Severus would own up to his- no, not his mistake, he's baby would not ever be a mistake, Harry firmly told himself. Severus would own up to what he's done, but... what if he didn't want to be with Harry?
Harry let sobs trail along his body, his magic cracked in the air, the sofa beneath his shaking as he curled into himself.
Harry woke up the next morning in the same place he cried himself to sleep at. He slowly stood, his vision blurry. Harry groaned, "Accio glasses."
He quickly put the glasses on his face just as his stomach flipped.
Vomit began to rise in his throat, and he ran for the bathroom. His throat burned as he emptied out his empty stomach in the toilet. Harry groaned as his vomit came to a halt, before vomit wretched through his throat and his rose crinkled at the smell. Harry jumped once he felt a cold, stained hand gently pull his hair away from his face, and another gently rubbing his back. "Go ahead, love," Severus whispered into his ear in a low, comforting tone. Harry felt somewhat content at the simple touch, even with vomit scorching his throat, his stomach swirling painfully, and his knees hurting from the amount of time he spent on the floor.
Harry groaned as his stomach finally settled and he resting his forearms on the toilet seat, his head in his hands. This was hell. Hasn't he been through enough? Harry sighed.
"I understand if you don't want the baby, Severus," Harry croaked, "and I understand if you want a divorce." He breathed unevenly, his eyes screwed together painfully tight as he waited for a reply. "Harry..."
A/N Sorry for the cliffhanger- gotta get you to come back some way ;)
