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 (M)
# of Chapters: 4 / 6
Word Count: 2,274
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 4

Present Time

"So you ran away, and I bet you haven't even tried to contact him since then, have you?" Val said, an accusing tone in her voice.

"No," Harry said softly.

"Why haven't you tried talking to him, Harry?" Angelica said, as she laid a hand on his arm, turning him towards her. "Or are you just afraid?"

"That's the problem, Angel. I can't talk to him. I mean I grew up hating him, and then I end up sleeping with him. I can just see his face if I tried to talk to him. He would sneer me right out of his office."

"But have you even thought about it. I mean Harry, you slept with him and now you are going to bear his child, the least that you can do is tell the man," Val stated. Harry turned his head towards her and shook it.

"I can't Val. I'm as good as dead to him, he hates me that much."

"No Albus, I won't," Severus said, a dark look on his face.

"Severus, my dear boy, you have been mopping around here for the last three months. At least talk to the boy," Albus Dumbledore said, as he sipped his tea and stared across the room to the pacing figure.

Three months ago, Severus had returned to the castle unexpectantly during the summer break and had proceeded to lock himself in his dungeons. While his normal demeanor had always been a bit dark and surly, he was now downright intolerable. He would glower at anyone and everyone, taking points from every house including his beloved Slytherins at the drop of a hat and over idiotic reasons. He had obvious lost weight and if the dark patches beneath his eyes were any indicator, rarely slept. It had taken Albus nearly two months to discover the reasoning behind his potion masters irascibility and when he did it shocked him.

Granted all he ever wanted was for his favorite children to be happy, and at one time had hoped for Harry and Severus to become friendlier, but hadn't expected Severus to fall for the dark-haired Savior of the Wizarding World.

"You know Severus, I just heard that Harry has been suspended from flying indefinitely due to a medical reason," Albus said craftily. 'That got his attention,' he crowed to himself as Severus suddenly stopped his pacing and turned swiftly towards him.

"What! What's wrong! Have they said that he's all right?" Severus demanded, placing his hands on the edge of Albus's desk and leaning forward towards the other man. He ignored the twinkling in his eyes as he searched them for answers.

"No formal announcement about his condition has been published, only that he would be on indefinite medical leave with no set date for reinstatement."

Severus leaned back away from the desk and looked thoughtful. He turned with a sweep of his robes and left the room, not saying one more word. Albus grinned behind his tea cup and thought that it was about time that his boy did something about his love.

Severus stood shivering in the cold air, watching as the Quidditch players ran their training maneuvers during the last few minutes of practice. A sharp whistle and the players began to slowly drift back down to earth. He watched as they gathered around a diminutive man, nodding and listening to obvious instructions before they broke up and began heading towards the warmth of their locker rooms.

He watched as they came towards him, nodding absently at greetings as he looked for the dark auburn head to appear within the group. He turned suddenly when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Professor Snape."

"Ah, good afternoon Miss Cassidy, I was looking for you."

"So I was told," Val said, looking coolly at the tall dark haired man in front of her. "What can I do for you?

"Well I was wondering if…maybe you had heard…" Severus started, looking uncomfortably nervous as he looked into her cool eyes. She had an unflappable expression on her face, one almost bordering on dislike.

"Heard about Harry being grounded?" she finished his sentence. She watched him as he twisted the fingers of one hand deep into his cloak. She wasn't sure she wanted to talk to the man that had hurt her friend Harry so deeply.

"Yes, that's it. I have been trying to find someone who would talk to me, but not one will. Do you know if he is all right?" Severus said in a rush off words. She was his last hope at finding out what was wrong with Harry. He had talked to his team's manager, coach, doctor, teammates and not one of them either knew or would divulge the reason for Harry being grounded. He was nearly desperate to find out what was wrong.

"Why should I tell you? After all you are the one who hurt him so badly," she sneered, eyeing him as he looked down at her.

"Hurt him?" he said, rearing back startled by the venom in her voice. "Look, he's the one who ran away from me and didn't even try to talk to me."

"And did you even try to contact him at all either," she yelled, stepping forward, one of her hands coming up to point a finger at him, poking him hard in the chest. "You took advantage of him while he was intoxicated and then didn't even try to find him later. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"By all rights Miss Cassidy, I am the one who should be offended by him running off, but I am at this moment more concerned with his state of well-being," Severus cleared his throat and looked like he was about to be led to the gallows as he continued, "So if you would," he winced visibly, "please…tell me if he is all right."

She looked him up and down debating internally with herself knowing that they both were at fault here, but it wasn't her place to tell him what was wrong. Only Harry had that right. She sighed and stepped back slightly before reaching into her bag for a pencil and a card. Scribbling down an address, she held out the card to him.

"Here, I don't have the right to tell you what is wrong with Harry. If you really want to know, you'll have to ask him for yourself. But don't be surprised if he slams the door in your face," Val said, as he took the card and she spun away.

"Thank you," he said softly.

She didn't turn around as she replied, "You hurt him again and I will have your nuts for dinner," and she walked away.

Severus stared at the back of Harry's friend, she reminded him of another of Harry's childhood friends who always stood up for him whenever he had been in trouble. He looked down at the card in his hand and closed his hand over it. It was time to face his demons.

Harry sighed as he looked down at the host of pamphlets that Doctor Randolph Thomas, the medi-wizard who specialized in male pregnancies, had given him after his first checkup. He had given up reading them after the first two; Pregnancy and You: The Miracle and How Your Body Changes: The Guide to Male Pregnancy. He wasn't sure if he wanted to throw up at the graphic pictures or stare in fascination at the utter tripe.

For a man who was reputed to be the top specialist in his field, though there was only eight others in the world—he had checked, Doctor Thomas was a bit eccentric and over-the-top when it came to describing all the fundamentals. It had been all he could take not to hit the man at his fawning over taking care of the Savior of the World and his 'precious child to be'. For all of Doctor Maria's claims, he wasn't sure that this man would be right for him in the long run.

He scooped up the pamphlets and dumped them into the fireplace. He would just have to breakdown and tell Ron and Hermione. He knew that Hermione could be counted on helping him to research the specific care he would need and find the appropriate doctor out of the other eight specialists in the world. As he watched the pamphlets burn, a knock resounded through the room.

Frowning at the sound, since he wasn't expecting any company. He knew that Val had practice and Angelica was working, Ron and Hermione were currently on vacation and their son safely tucked away with Molly. He fingered his wand as he moved to the door and looked out through the safety peep. What he saw caused him to rear back and turn around quickly, leaning back hard against the door with a thump.

"Mister Potter, I know that you are in there, so open the door," Severus Snape said through the thick wood. Harry cursed under his breath, wondering how he had gotten his address and why he was there.

"Mister Potter…Harry…please open the door," Severus's voice came again, this time slightly quieter and with a slight edge of concern.

It was the please that got Harry moving. He had never heard Severus ever say please to anyone. Turning he wrenched the door open and look at the man for the first time in three months.

"What the hell do you want!" Harry said, a hint of anger and hurt both in his voice. As he stood in the doorway, he was shocked by the appearance of Severus. He was obviously thinner and paler, with dark shadows under each eye.

"May I come in Harry," Severus said softly, his eyes softening as he looked over Harry. Outwardly he looked healthy, but he knew that sometimes health could not always be assessed from outside appearances.

"Fine!" Harry snapped, spinning out of the doorway he stalked back into the living room. Severus followed, closing the door quietly behind him. He looked around the comfortable living room, taking in the large chocolate brown leather couch situation in front of the fireplace, two large overstuffed leather chairs, of the same color, flanking both sides of the couch. An oak high table sat behind the couch was covered with pictures, some static and others moving. A large pair of French doors stood directly behind the couch and could be seen leading to a balcony. Potted plants softened the rest of the room. It was quite nice.

He spotted Harry pacing restlessly back and forth in front of the fireplace. He was wearing a pair of faded black sweatpants and an old ripped blue tee-shirt. His hair, like always, was a shaggy mess that fell carelessly about the tops of his shoulders. He looked wonderful, but still Severus was worried about his illness.

"Why are you here? Why come now?" Harry asked as he stopped pacing and looked up at him. He could see the pain in Harry's eyes and wasn't sure if it was from his illness or something else.

"Albus told me about your medical suspension. I was…concerned," Severus said, his one hand twisting deep into his robes in a nervous action that he had picked up recently.

"So you decided that since I was sick that was a good reason to come and visit me. Or did Albus send you here to check up on me," Harry sneered, the hurt evident in his voice. Obviously he wasn't good enough any other time for the man to come see him. He knew this would happen; he knew that Severus didn't care for him the way he had come to care for him.

Severus sucked in his breath at the amount of hurt radiating from Harry. He didn't understand how he could be hurting when it was him who had abandoned him. After everything they had shared that night so long ago only to run away in the morning. He had put his faith in the young man, only to have it thrown back into his face.

"Albus did not send me, I came on my own and it seems that I came for no reason whatsoever. You obviously used me for what you wanted and when you got it, decided I wasn't worth your time anymore," Severus mocked, covering his deep hurt as he usually did, through his mask of anger.

"What, I used you!" Harry nearly shouted, "You used me! I thought that we had been getting along that night, only to wake up in your bed with a sore arse!" His voice raising until he was screaming.

"What, you were the one who started that! I even tried to stop you, several times," Severus said loudly, before he stopped suddenly, Harry's words finally sinking in. "Wait a minute…what do you remember from that night?"

"I remember you dragging me out of the club and then waking up with a sore arse," Harry scoffed, "What an honorable man you are to attack an inebriated man."

"You don't remember anything…nothing," Severus said, his voice so faint that Harry had to turn and look directly at the other man. Severus was pale, paler than he had been before he had walked into his door and his face was a mask of deep sorrow. He forgot his anger for a minute and walked closer to Severus, placing a hand his shoulder. Severus started, looking up and Harry could swear he saw tears forming in the man's eyes.

"Severus…" he started, "what happened that night?"

TBC