Fic title: Once Upon A Blue Moon
Penname: DBZVegeta
Summary: 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: 3 of 6
Word Count: 1,474
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 3

Present Time

Harry stared at the wall in his living room, ignoring the muttering coming from his kitchen. Angelica had nearly passed out at his news, before she started grilling him for details. When he wouldn't say anything, she ordered him to get dressed and that she was going to make them something to eat, and if he wasn't in the living room in ten minutes, she would drag him out, clothes or no clothes.

He had watched with slight amusement as she stomped out of his room before he pushed himself off the bed and to the dresser. He pulled out a pair of comfortable sweats and a tee-shirt, foregoing the need for socks, swiftly dressed and headed out into the living room.

Which is were he was now, listening to Angelica banging noisily around his kitchen, muttering to herself. All that he was waiting for now was for Val to come barging through his front door.

And right on cue, his front door slammed open and shut as all 5' 8" and maybe 135 lbs of determined Seeker came barging in to his living room.

"All right, were is she and where is the fire at!" Val yelled looking winded, as if she had run up all ten flights of steps in his building. He couldn't understand for the life of him, why she wouldn't use the elevator.

He silently pointed towards the kitchen and watched with no small amusement as Val darted off in that direction. He heard a loud crash, wincing slightly as he knew that his pots and pans were definitely dented now. Though, he almost wanted to crawl back into his bedroom when he heard Val shout pregnant. He closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next.

He heard the shuffling, felt the couch sag slightly as someone sat down next to him, and could almost imagine without looking who was were in the room with him. He opened his eyes and congratulated himself for predicting exactly what positions they would be in. Angelica was seated next to him on the couch, a concerned expression on her face. Val had stationed herself on his coffee table, nearly straddling his feet, leaning forward with her hands dangling between her legs. The expression on her face was quite different, it was shock and disbelief.

"Yes Val, Angelica isn't lying. I'm pregnant." Harry said, watching as Val shook her head as if to deny his words.

"But how…" she started.

"Well one would assume that you would have to have had sex in order to become pregnant. I am not the Bloody Virgin Mary, you know."

"I wasn't saying that, Harry. But when…in all the months that we have known you, you haven't dated anyone."

"Well…" he said sheepishly, one hand coming up to rub guiltily across the back of his neck, "it really wasn't someone who I was dating. Remember the night we first all met…"

"But Harry, we brought you home that night. I mean you were seriously trashed, especially after that encounter with your ex-Professor and ex-classmate." Angelica said, a bewildered look flitting across her face.

"No we didn't Angelica," Val said, a light dawning in her eyes, "We let someone else take him home that night, didn't we Harry."

"Well, you see…it's like this."

Three Months Earlier

"Aww come on, Val…why can't I…he's sooo cute," slurred a drunken Harry Potter as he tried to crawl up the side of the amused waiter.

"Because Harry, you're pissed," Angelica hiccupped and then giggled, "just like me."

Val waved off the waiter, who wistfully looked back over his shoulder as Harry wiggled his fingers at him. Val reached over and slapped his hand, and Harry pulled it back, a hurt pout crossing his face.

"Sev…Sev…Val hit me," he whined as he crawled across the booth towards the man, nearly squishing Angelica, who protested loudly.

"So, you deserved it, brat," Severus drawled dryly. He watched with bemusement as the green-eyed man pulled himself across the booth and nearly into his lap.

"You're so mean, Sev…just like Val." Harry hiccupped, as he tried to curl up against the Potion Masters side. "Come on Sev, all I wanted was one little kiss. Please."

"Yeah Sev, give him a kiss," crowed Angelica cheerfully, slopping her drink around as she waved her hand at them.

"I think you both have had enough to drink tonight, and no Harry you can't kiss Severus." Val said, as she reached over and plucked the splashing drink out of Angelica's hand, ignoring the pout her mate gave her. "I think its time that we took you home Harry.

"I don't wanna," Harry said, sitting up, not noticing that he was leaning dangerously towards the right, and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked up at her, pouting, "I wanna stay here and get my kiss."

"I'll kiss ya Harry," Angelica squealed as she bounced over the seat and planted a wet smack to the side of his face.

"Ewww, girl kisses…" Harry whined, bringing one hand up to rub at his check, causing the entire table to roar with laughter.

"Come on you two, time to go home." Val huffed, reaching over and pulling Angelica up out of the booth. Angelica slid down her like a limp noodle and Val was forced to wrap both arms about her waist to hold her steady.

"Looks like you're going to need some assistance, Valentinne." Severus said, as he also stood Harry clinging to him like a limpet.

"I don't know how I'm going to get both of these two home. Severus, would you mind…" Val started, smiling as Severus held up a hand to stop her and nodded.

"I don't mind making sure that he is poured into bed. I was charged for watching out for him for seven years once before, another night won't hurt."

"Thanks, that would be a tremendous help. As it is, I would have had to contact the Quidditch Association for his home address and it wouldn't do for them to know that we had been out carousing." Val said, as she hauled Angelica up, who was giggling madly and slipping slowly towards the floor.

"Yes, rival team members associating with one another. I can imagine what your coaches and managers would say. Well, I'll let you two go and make sure that Harry is tucked away safely for the night. Good Evening." Severus said, as he pulled Harry closer to him and turned him to walk towards the nearest apparition point.

"Good Night Severus. It was nice meeting you," he heard Val call out as she pulled her girlfriend out in the opposite direction. He waved a free hand back over his shoulder as he continued on with Harry leaning heavily against him.

"Come on Harry, let's get you home." Severus said as he pulled the inebriated man through the thinning crowds.

"But I don't wanna go home. I wanna stay here with you." Harry slurred as he stumbled and nearly pulled Severus down with him. Severus hitched him further up and stepped into the apparition room. It was at that point that he realized that he also did not know where the young man now lived. He had last heard that Harry had left 12 Grimmauld Place to Remus and had taken up residence somewhere in London. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around the now snickering young man and apparated them to the only place he knew to take him.

His house.

Harry groaned as he rolled over, trying to avoid the sunlight that threatened to split his head open wide, his hangover extraordinarily appalling. He stopped moving when he came into contact with another warm length next to him in the bed. Last thing he remembered was being hauled through the club by someone. He opened his eyes and stared at the back of a sleeping dark-haired man.

He moved carefully away from the warmth, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and winced. His eyes widened as the ache from his arse swelled up his back. Obviously something had happened last night. He slowly inched off the bed, looking around the room to find his clothes tangled in a heap next to the bed, along with the mystery mans. Kneeling, he sucked in his breath at the sharp pain, which he tried to ignore as he sorted out his clothes and crept quietly towards the door. He turned the handle, grimacing as the door creaked softly open and froze at the soft moan behind him. Looking back over his shoulder, he had to drop his hand from the door handle to cover his mouth to keep from shouting out when he saw who had rolled over in the bed. Backing up, he spun and ran softly down the hallway and staircase, hopping slightly when he got the to entrance hall to pull on his pants. He threw open the door and dashed outside, apparating as his ran.