Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
AN: You know what, screw you. If it's OOC all the better.
Chapter 5.
Harry laughed, "Just me? Sorry, I couldn't resist." He walked along side of Severus until they had to part to enter the Great hall.
He sat beside Hermione and watched as Snape sat beside Flitwick. Nothing could have been better. He had a partner, he was blissfully happy, and he felt like he was about to burst.
Ron looked at him like he had a contagious disease. "So, er… Harry. How are things?"
Hermione kicked him from across the table and smiled happily at Harry. "He means, how are you and Snape doing? Are you guys getting along better? Did our advice help?"
Harry suddenly felt queasy, his stomach felt as though it were about to swallow and regurgitate itself all at the same time. Seeing dark spots before his eyes, he quickly looked up at Severus, attempting to catch his attention. Harry placed both hands on the table and was about to get up when darkness curled into his vision, his mind lost all track of thought and time.
Without a warning, Harry fell off the bench from beside Hermione and Dean. He hit his head hard and didn't move. His breathing was shallow and his heart rate quick.
Ron stood up and glared straight at Snape, shouting, "What in hell did you do to him, you bastard?"
Severus jumped and looked down to see Harry laying on the floor, Ron yelling at him and Hermione crouching beside her best friend. He moved quicker than any student there had ever seen, he was by Harry in seconds.
He leaned down reaching over to take his pulse. Snape looked over to Ron and cocked an eyebrow, "I didn't do anything to Harry, you twit, he is simply collapsed."
Snape leaned down and picked Harry up, draping his arm around his neck. This position seemed very familiar to Sev. He carried him to the infirmary where Poppy was waiting for him.
"Put him on the bed." The stout woman said abruptly, worried about her new patient.
Severus did as he was told and stood beside the bed, his hand gripping Harry's as though he were about to be sucked out of the room if he wasn't.
Harry's body was limp as he laid there, Poppy checking him over.
Severus watched as the woman traced her wand over his body, checking for internal bleeding and such. She ran a few tests before clicking her tongue a few times. She paused over his stomach and looked up at Severus.
She mumbled a spell and Harry's body was enveloped by a soft blue aura. She moved her wand quickly and eyed Snape to see if the man knew what that meant.
"Congratulations." She smiled, looking relieved. "You're going to become a father."
"What?" Severus questioned, looking shocked and relieved also.
"Harry James Snape is going to be having a child; you're to be the father. Did you not know you two could have children?"
Severus' jaw dropped as he heard this. He wasn't sure what he was going to do when Harry started to show. Hell, he didn't even know what he was going to do when the child was born. How the hell was he supposed to know he could get Harry pregnant? He bit back a growl. He didn't want children. He was perfectly happy the way things were.
Poppy revived Harry and looked down at him fondly. "Well, Harry we've found out the cause of your little spill earlier. I hope you're going to take the news better than Severus." She rolled her eyes, "You're going to be a…" she stopped to find the word which would better suit the boy in front of her. "Father."
Harry looked at her and blinked a few times. His news obviously not sinking in. He wasn't sure whether the woman was smoking pot or licking toads, but he knew for sure he couldn't be pregnant.
"What?" He asked, his voice quivering.
"We're going to have a baby, Harry." Severus said rather sharply. "Poppy can we have a few minutes alone?"
"Of course. Five minutes. I've got to check Harry over." She left, leaving the two men to talk.
"How… Sev… Why am I pregnant?" Harry asked in a small voice, afraid of what the consequences would be when Severus actually talked to him about he baby.
"Obviously this damn bonding." Severus growled, cocking an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry looked up at him, his heart was pounding and ideas were floating around his head.
"What? Sev, you don't honestly blame me for this, do you? I didn't even know I could get pregnant." He paused, "You don't want the baby? You don't want me?"
"No, Harry, I don't blame you, I just didn't really want children." He avoided the other questions, afraid that his rage would tell the boy a lie and break his heart.
"Then what's wrong with me? Why don't you like me?"
"Harry, it's not you. I can't take this. I'm going to go…" He turned on his heel and walked to the door.
He walked straight down to his quarters, not really paying attention to the students who were in the hall with him. Severus wanted to do some serious thinking, nobody would stop him. Stopped by his door and placed a small not on it. "No classes today. Go to your common room and research the Draught of the Living Death."
He then stormed into his quarters and sat down in one of the fluffy chairs he always sat in. "God Damn it. Why the hell did he have to get pregnant? I could live with out kids. Why couldn't it have just been some sort of shock? I wouldn't have had to have left him so abruptly. I hate babies. I hate Kids. I HATE TEENAGERS... damned Potter."
Another voice started talking, "He's not a Potter any more. He's your bonded, your soul mate… your partner. You love him and you'll love the child, just wait until you get to see it before you judge."
"Who asked you? I'm honestly not going to enjoy putting up with all the morning sickness, the bloating, the bitching and the friggen hormones."
"You'll put up with them because you love him. Face it, Severus; you're in over your head. You love him and you'll always love him. There's nothing that can stop this. Live with your Baby and love is just as much as you do Harry."
"Damn you. Where the hell did you come from? You're sounding like Albus."
"I know."
"So, I am going crazy, huh? Then why the hell haven't I started talking to you more often?"
"Because, I am nothing more than a figment of your imagination."
Harry laid in his hospital bed for a while, Poppy told him he should get some rest. Ron and Hermione checked in ever hour to see how he was doing. They wanted to find out what was wrong, but Harry didn't feel like telling anyone without Severus there with him to share the little secret.
Severus came walking into the room, it was around 6 P.M. He didn't want to surprise Harry, but happened to anyway.
Harry was just drifting off to sleep when he heard someone enter the room. He thought it was another student, so he brushed it off. Suddenly, someone was holding his hand and looking down at him. He jumped and looked at Severus like he'd seen a ghost.
"What the hell? Oh, Severus… don't do that." Harry said with a slight growl.
"What? Look down at you while you're lying in bed… Hold your hand… or actually care about you? Dare I ask why you're still here? You should be able to get out and up. You're not a careless little boy. You've got things you need to get done. Up now." Severus growled, getting very irate.
"Oh… shit." Harry sat up quickly immediately regretting it as nausea hit him.
"What now?" Sev growled.
"N-Nothing." He said quickly running to the bathroom.
TBC.
