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?
Rating: R
# of Chapters: 2 of 6
Word Count: 2,636
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 2

Present Time

Harry closed the door to his loft wearily. Dragging off his Quidditch robes, he tossed them over the back of the couch as he plodded through the room and down the short hallway. Shedding the remainder of his clothing as he walked, he dropped them to the floor not caring that he left a trail from living room to bedroom. Walking into his in suite bathroom, he turned on the shower as hot as he could stand it and stepped in. Bracing his hands against the wall, he leaned into the spray and let the hot water flow over his head and down his back.

'Pregnant,' he thought. He'd never known that wizards could get pregnant. It was certainly a shock to him. He had just thought he'd been getting a little pudgy about the middle lately and had increased his workout routine to help eliminate the extra fat.

He leaned back and ran his hands down over his stomach, feeling the slight bulge and wondering what he was going to do now. He had always wanted children, but had resigned himself into believing that since his was gay he would never have the opportunity.

He jumped when the phone rang in the other room, and sighed heavily. He didn't want to talk to anyone right know, he had too much on his mind at the moment. He would let the answering machine pickup for him, but as he heard the machine click on he grimaced.

"Harry…are you there Harry. I know that you are there so you get your butt over to this phone and pick it up right now!" came a familiar voice. Harry grimaced deepened; he knew instinctively that Angelica would not give up until he talked to her. He turned off the water and plucked a towel from the rack, running it quickly over his wet body.

"Harry…Val just called me and said that you had been grounded medically from Quidditch, what's going on? Are you alright? Pick up this phone immediately, don't make me come over there," her voice echoed through the bedroom, spurring Harry to quickly cross the room and pick up the receiver from the phone.

"I'm here Angel," he said, forestalling her next comments.

"Harry, what's going on? Are you all right? Val said that all the Quidditch teams have been notified that you are on a long-term medical suspension." Angelica asked quickly, barely taking a breath in between questions.

Harry almost laughed at her rapid fire questions, but instead it came out as a broken sob. Hearing her voice, so full of concern broke loose the dam of emotion that had been welling up in his chest ever since he had left Doctor Maria's office.

"Harry…Harry…hold on Harry, I'll be right there." Angelica's voice came through the phone. Seconds later, she ran into the bedroom brushing soot away from her clothes as she quickly gathered him up into her arms. He buried his head into her shoulder and let loose with his sobs. She held him, rocking him back and forth as he drained away the events of that day.

As he began to calm down, he noticed that he was still sitting on the edge of his bed clad only in a damp towel and began to laugh.

"Only you would show up while I was dressed only in a bath towel. One would think that you were after my body, Miss Weston." Harry said, his eyes red from his tears and his voice still carrying a bit of his hysteria.

"Harry Potter, you are a menace." Angelica said as she leaned back and swatted his arm playfully. "But really, what's wrong? It's not like you to cry over a medical suspension." Her eyes widened as a sudden though crossed her mind, "You're not dying, are you?"

Harry snorted, "No, I am not dying Angel." He pulled away from her and stood up; crossing the room he pulled his bathrobe out from behind the closet door before putting it on and belting it across his stomach, one hand automatically soothing across the bump at his waist.

"Then what's wrong Harry. I know that your doctor wouldn't ground you unless it was serious." Angelica said, her brown eyes following his figure as he began to pace back and forth. Something was obviously bothering him greatly.

"Angel…" Harry started, but stopped suddenly looking down at his clenched fists. He hadn't even known that he had tightened them. He felt Angelica's hand slide down his arm to one of his hand and he turned to look down into her concerned gaze.

"I'm pregnant."

Three Months Earlier

"But Angelica…really are you sure you want me to come with you. I mean, wouldn't it be awkward for your girlfriend to meet the man that your co-worker set you up with," Harry protested, as Angelica pulled in inside the door of the club called Cloud Nine.

"Nonsense, you and Val will get along famously. You both have a lot in common, more than you know. And she'll understand once I explain your situation."

Harry sighed as he let her pull him into the club and through the masses towards a table in the back. The only other personality like hers that he had run up against was his long time friend and pseudo-sister Hermione. With a personality like that, all you could do is go with the flow and pray.

He came out of his musings as Angelica dropped his arm and squealed jumping into the arms of another woman. He stepped back, smiling as the blond dragged down the dark brunette head to hers for a passionate kiss. When they separate, Harry groaned when he saw who 'Val' was.

Val, short for Valentinne Cassidy, was approximately 5' 8", lean and sleek, as all Quidditch Seekers should be, in fact she played for one of his teams rivals.

"Harry Potter, that's who your date was with?" Val said to Angelica, before she threw back her head in riotous laughter. "Potter, I take it she told you that she seeks for the other team."

"Yes Val, she did. Now that I see that she is in good company, I say good night." Harry said, quickly taking the opening she offered him and turned to make his departure.

"Oh no you don't buddy boy." Angelica said, as she squirmed out of Val's embrace and latched onto him. "I told you we were going to help you with your problem, didn't I."

"Really Angelica, its all right. Why don't you and Valentinne have a nice evening, I'll just go home."

"Val, Harry needs to find himself a man and can't seem to do it. Let's help him." Angelica said, turning slightly to wink up at Val. Harry groaned as he heard her words, his life now done for with the openness of her remarks.

"So Harry, play for the other side also," chuckled Val, her smile widening at the flush that crept over his cheeks. "Don't worry about it, I won't go advertising your lifestyle to anyone. Come on sit down and we'll have a chat."

Harry nodded gratefully, knowing that she could easily blab to the newspapers his change of orientation. He dreaded the day they got a hold of that.

He slid into the booth, watching with no slight envy how the other couple snuggled up with each other, their love apparent to all those around them. He sighed again, wondering if he was ever going to find someone who would love him for himself, not for his name or scar.

"Relax Harry, we don't bit…much." Val teased, as a drink was slid across the table to him. He looked up startled, as a waiter smiled happily back at him, winking as he sauntered off across the room.

"Tell us Harry, what are you looking for in a mate." Angelica said, sipping on her pink umbrella'd drink. He coughed around the sip he was taking at her question, but recovered and looked over at her, wondering how in the hell he had ended up in this situation. He had never told anyone about this, not even his two closest friends. So why would he want to tell a complete stranger?

Strangely, he felt that he could say anything to this woman, so he leaned forward slightly as he began to speak.

"I want someone who is kind and doesn't mind showing his feelings. Someone who will be there for me when I need them," he started, absently drawing a fingertip along the rim of his glass. "Someone who will love me for who I am, not what I am."

"That doesn't sound unreasonable," Val said, leaning back against the seat, one arm looped across the top of the bench.

"Yeah, but have you ever spent the day as Harry Potter," he snapped, and then stopped himself, "Sorry, it's just that no one see me behind the scar and the fame. Once they find out who I am, they either want my autograph or want to use me. It's always the same."

He picked up his glass and quickly drained before thumping it back down onto the table loudly. "I'm sorry, but I really should go home." He stood and as he was turning to leave ran straight into a tall broad form. Losing his balance, his arms wind-milled slightly, as he fought to regain his balance. One of his arms was caught in a strong grip and he was pulled easily up against a hard chest.

"Graceful as always, aren't you Mr. Potter?" drawled an eerily familiar voice. Harry's eyes shot up and he groaned loudly as they connected with pitch black eyes that immediately identified the man as one Professor Severus Snape, Hogwart's Potion Master and bane of Harry's existence during seven years of school.

"Sorry sir, guess I'm more graceful in the air than on the ground." Harry replied as he straightened up and pulled back away from the man. It was then that he got a good look at his former Professor. He had allowed his hair to grow, now reaching to between his shoulders and it looked much cleaner that it had during their times at school. He was dressed in a pair of snug black leather pants and a black silk shirt, that the top three button were undone, showing a fair amount of pale skin. His face, once heavily lined with fatigue and pain, seemed smoother and somehow younger looking. All in all, Severus Snape had definitely improved since the last time that Harry had saw him.

"I would hope that you are more graceful in the air since you are your teams star Seeker," Snape growled, having noticed Harry's quick perusal of him. "Are you quite finished ogling me."

"Uhm, what? Oh, sorry…its just…that…you look good Professor. Better than before." Harry stammered, a flush creeping up his cheeks.

"Well, twenty years as a spy does have an affect on one's appearance. Since you kindly took care of the reason for my spying career, I know longer have that said problem anymore."

"Harry, do you know this man?" Angelica said, as she slid out of the booth and took one of his arms.

"Here with your girlfriend, Potter?" sneered Snape, his eyes drifting up and down the buxom blonde hanging onto Harry's arm.

"Not quite, you git," Angelica started, before Harry held up a hand to stop her words.

"I would assume sir, that a man of your obvious talent and wisdom would know what type of club this is, or had you apparently overlooked that fact." Harry mocked, his eyes flashing cold green.

"Apparently I must have, since I am only here at my godson's behest." Snape snapped peevishly, "and do pray tell, enlighten me on what is so different about this club."

"For a man who spied for twenty plus years, you would think that he would notice that he was in a 'gay' club." Harry snipped, enjoying the interplay between the two of them. He hadn't noticed over the years, but he had sorta missed the verbal foreplay that the two of them seemed to share. Of course, Snape was surly with everyone he met.

"A What!" Snape shouted, ignoring the looks that were sent his way from other patrons. "When I get my hands on my godson."

"You called, o' godfather of mine," drawled another familiar voice from behind them. Harry spun around and groaned again, this time dropping back into his seat in the booth.

"Draco Malfoy, how did I know that you had to be his godson."

"Well, well, well…if it isn't the Golden Boy of Gryffindor," sneered Malfoy, as he peered down at the pale face. "Didn't know that you seeked for the other team, this is quite interesting news."

"Malfoy, shut your trap before I shut it for you." Harry growled, surging up from his seat and reaching for the other man. Both Snape and Val stepped in between the two men, Val to Harry and Snape to Malfoy.

"Draco, you and I need to have a conversation…Now!" Snape growled, his hand tightening its grip on the other's arm. "Potter, another time." Snape said, nodding back at Harry as he pulled Draco away through the crowd that had gather around the altercation. They slowly thinned as the action died, each moving back to their previous activities.

"Come on Harry, sit down," Val said as she push him back down into the booth and shoved her drink into his hands. He took it, slamming it back before he dropped his head into his hands.

"I am soo dead," he moaned.

"No you aren't. Everything will be fine, you'll see," Angelica said as she scooted around the booth and sat next to him, placing her arm over his shoulders.

"No it won't…didn't you see. The two worst people for me to have run into, in of all places a gay bar. It will be all over the papers by morning, I know it,' he muttered, his hands still covering his face.

"But Harry, if they out you, they'll be outing themselves also. Do you think that they will take that chance?" Val said calmly, her hand still sitting on his shoulder. He dropped his hands and looked up at her.

"Do you really think so?" he asked softly, not totally convinced.

"I think so," came the dreaded voice of Severus Snape. Harry spun in his seat as the other man walked up to the table and plunked down across the table from the trio. He waved a hand, and the waiter came bouncing up and slid drinks for all of them onto the table before disappearing back into the crowd. Harry just stared in abject horror as the other man calmly sat at his table, drinking.

"What do you mean you think so? Draco will blab this to everyone the minute he gets a chance and you know it." Harry said, his voice beginning to take on a slightly hysterical edge to it.

"No he won't, not if he knows better." Snape said, his black eyes flashing in the low lights.

"What?" Harry nearly screeched.

"Slytherin philosophy, cover ones arse first before revenge," Snape said simply. Harry just stared at him, his mind turning over the statement before a light finally dawn to him and a malicious smile began to spread over his face.

"You blackmailed him, didn't you?" Harry replied.

"Of course Potter, you are not the only one with a reputation to protect, now is there."

"I think that if we are going to be protecting each other's reputations, then you should call me Harry," he said, a genuine smile beginning to cross his face as he held out a hand to the other man.