Disclaimer… same as usual.
"This pregnancy is taking a lot out of his magic. He won't be able to do much, since his body was weak before. Severus, you've picked a horrible time to get him pregnant, even if you didn't mean to. Perhaps, you should just go to your quarters for the night. I don't expect him to wake up between now and morning." Poppy said in a motherly tone, worrying about Snape, even if he wasn't one of her students.
Snape sighed and nodded, "Fine… if you really want me to. But, I'm going to kiss Harry goodbye."
Poppy shook her head, "Hurry and be on your way."
Snape walked back to Harry's bed and kissed him softly before turning on his heel and storming out of the infirmary with finesse, though he felt like dirt. He soon reached his quarters and sat down on the couch in his living room, watching the flames move, flicking slowly.
Severus didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he awoke, he had a mild headache and a slightly stiff neck. He moved slightly, feeling his erection in his pants. With a groan, he looked up at the clock on the wall which read 4:30. He stood up and walked to his and Harry's bedroom, undressing and climbing into bed, his pale skin standing out against the dark silk.
Morning came shortly and Snape woke with an unruly headache. He got up and walked to his storerooms and grabbed some pain reliever, downing it in own gulp. He then walked back into his bedroom and got dressed, too worried about Harry to take a shower. He walked quickly out the door and to the hospital wing.
Harry still hadn't woke up, though he was sleeping soundly, Snape crept to his bed, sitting down and taking his hand. He wasn't sure what had caused him to love Harry so much, but whatever it was, let it be blessed. He hadn't felt this loved in forever and he wouldn't ever want to be without his Harry ever again.
He felt his stomach tighten, the emotions threatening to over flow. He licked his lips and pulled Harry's hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly. He was in his own world when Harry began stirring.
"Sevvy?" Harry asked, looking up at the man with a questioning look, "What's wrong? You're not hurt are you?"
Severus shook his head, unable to answer Harry, still afraid to show any emotion to him, even if the boy was his lover. His mysterious onyx eyes were focused on Harry's vivid green ones. He saw reflected there all the love and joy he could ever want. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Harry's soft ones, stealing the breath away from the younger man.
"Sevvy, what's the matter? You're not acting like you… did something happen while I was asleep?" Harry asked, once he'd regained his breath.
Sev heaved a sigh and looked at him, "Harry… You might lose the baby…"
"What? Why? I don't want to lose the baby… I can't lose the baby…" Harry said softly, almost in tears.
"Its…It's…" Sev was too emotional to speak.
(AN: To tell you the truth, the reason he was getting sick was because of his body rejecting the baby drawing on his magic, because he needs the magic to survive also.)
Chapter 8. Can this be our Heaven?
"What, Sev… you've got to tell me." Harry said softly, his voice cracking as the tears streamed down his face.
"Well… You know how you've been weak recently… you know how you had to defeat you-know-who… Well, your magic isn't exactly fully there and the baby is draining it to grow and protect itself… you've got two options as to what to do… The first one is to take the Draught of the Living Death… or to get rid of the…" Sev couldn't finish, he didn't want to think about the second option.
"I couldn't do that! I couldn't… not in a million years." Harry shouted, weakly.
Sev looked at him, shocked beyond belief, "You'd rather take a potion that knocks you out for the rest of your pregnancy?"
"I don't… Sev, what does Pomfrey say?" Harry questioned with tears in his eyes.
"That I made a horrible mistake, getting you pregnant. I should have waited until your magic was restored. I don't know what she says." Sev said quietly, looking Harry over.
"Damn it, Sev, I don't want to get rid of the baby. I don't want to take that damned potion. I just want to be a normal person! I just want to have everything go back to normal. I wish none of this ever happened. I wish I hadn't gotten sick, I wish I didn't have to bond to you, I wish I hadn't gotten pregnant…" Harry rolled over away from Sev, tears of anger streaming down his face.
"Is that so?" Sev questioned, standing up. "Well, I'm sorry… but I didn't have a choice in the matter either, Potter. I was simply a pawn in the fucking game, doing what I was told to do."
Sev turned and walked out of the hospital wing. He attempted not to look angry and hurt. As he walked down the hall, everyone looked at him, afraid to say anything or do anything. They simply clung to the wall, afraid he'd lash out at them.
Meanwhile, in the Hospital Wing, Harry was laying in his bed, thoughts whirling about in his mind. He hadn't even noticed when Dumbledore showed up next to him. He hadn't really listened to the usual speech Albus gave him.
"Harry, are you listening to me?" Dumbledore questioned.
"What? Oh, sorry, Professor." Harry said quietly.
"Harry, you really shouldn't have blown up at Sev, it's not his fault. He's just telling you what he knows. Now, I'd suggest you call him back and talk to him."
"What? Why? So he can tell me to get rid of my child?" He questioned, looking up at Dumbledore angrily.
"Harry, it's his child also, he's simply worried about you. I'd suggest you get rid of the child also, but I'm not the one to make the choice, I can simply only counsel you on the matter." Dumbledore said quietly, the twinkle missing in his eyes, "You really should think about it, the child could kill you."
"Then, I'd rather die."
"The child would die with you, Harry. You need to think about the repercussions of your choices. You're young, you could have another child. This one simply wasn't meant to be. I'm sorry, m'boy."
"Out. Get out." Harry growled, what little magic in him boiling over.
Dumbledore looked at him, sensing the magic, "Harry, calm yourself or you'll lose your child."
Harry glared at him and suddenly there was a wave a magic that escaped him, knocking him unconscious.
Dumbledore, who was knocked off the stool he was on, got up and yelled for Pomfrey, who came quickly.
He then went directly down to the Potions Master's rooms, knocking softly before entering.
Sev was crying softly on his couch, watching the flames, "What?"
"Its Harry…"
"What?" Sev was instantly on his feet, rushing up to the Hospital wing.
"Severus, can I speak to you in my office?" Pomfrey questioned as he got there.
"Oh gods, yeah…" He sighed as he walked to her office, the tears in his eyes, seemingly unable to come out.
"Severus... he…" Pomfrey paused as Sev sat down.
(AN: Cliffies… Anyway, R/R I'm like going crazy with this plot. Hrm… does everything make sense now? –purrs- Loff you all!)
