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: 6 / 6 (EDITED VERSION)
Word Count: 1,596
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 6

Present Time

"You see Harry, you weren't the only one that morning to wake up with a sore arse that morning. However, I awoke to a broken heart also," Severus said, staring out the French doors. The sky was a cloudy gray, rain threatening to fall at any moment, just like his tears felt as he fought to hold them back.

Harry stared at the back of the older man, wondering what to say. It wasn't that he didn't believe Severus, he did. Severus had never lied to him and he knew that he wouldn't lie about something like this. It was just that he still could not remember anything that had happened between the time they left the club until the time he had bolted from Severus's home.

"Severus," he started, his voice quiet and holding his confusion, "if you had given me a sobering potion, even half, wouldn't I have remembered what had happened that night."

He walked across the room to stand behind the man, reaching out to place on hand on his waist and ignoring the flinch, pulled him back into his embrace. "I want to remember Severus," he whispered in his ear as he buried his head in the inky black strands at his neck.

"I am not sure why you don't remember Harry. The potion was effective to a point, while it didn't sober you completely it did bring you back to the point of coherent thought," Severus said Severus softly, willing himself not to lean back into the warm embrace. His heart still ached from the apparent betrayal that Harry had committed, even though now it seemed that it wasn't entirely Harry's fault.

He pulled himself from the tempting warmth and turned around to look into Harry's green eyes. He searched them and found confusion, pain and several unidentifiable emotions swirling in the beautiful depths. Harry reached out, and he nearly pulled back as Harry placed a hand gently on his face.

"Severus could you possibly…" Harry started, but stopped looking deep into Severus's eyes and he saw the hurt and betrayal within them, "no, I don't suppose that you would forgive me, would you," he murmured softly as he stroked the soft skin of Severus's cheek.

"Forgive you what, Harry?" Severus asked, unconsciously leaning into the touch, savoring the sparks that danced along his veins from that small gesture.

"Could you see it in yourself to forgive a fool who has almost thrown away the best thing to ever come into his life?" Harry replied, his thumb moving to stroke over soft lips, his eyes following his hands movement, before his looked up beseechingly into dark stormy eyes.

Severus's breath caught as Harry's words washed over him. He had told himself that he wasn't going to let this happen again, and yet here he stood only inches away from the man that had filled his heart and then broken it so cruelly. But his thoughts didn't have much impact, because no matter what he thought and what may lay ahead for them, he wanted this with all his heart and it was too much to deny himself.

So he would place his trust back in Harry. He would trust him not to hold that night against him and maybe they together could find out why he didn't remember and be able to recover those memories. And if they couldn't he knew that they could make more memories together.

"I forgive you," he whispered softly in a voice that held all his beliefs and trust. The smile that he received was nearly blinding and then Harry's hand slid from his cheek to the back of his neck, cupping it and bringing his head forward to meet the kiss that Harry pressed to his lips.

Sweetly. Softly. A kiss that conveyed his apology and his commitment. And Severus gave himself fully over to the kiss, to Harry and allowed himself to push aside all doubt and hesitation.

Severus held on as Harry deepened the kiss, as his mouth opened over his and invited him to do the same so that their tongues could meet and mingle together. His arms came up and pulled Harry close, locking their bodies in a fevered embrace as hands caress and mapped forgotten contours.

Harry held him close, and began to back slowly across the room and down the hallway, their lips never parting but for short gasps of air. Severus's arms were about his neck, his hands tangled in his hair and Harry was lost in a sea of fire that coursed through him. 'How could I have ever forgotten this!' he thought to himself and was distracted from his thoughts as the back of his knees hit the bed and they were tumbling down into the mussed sheets.

Severus's body responded with a will of its own, arching into Harry, thrusting against him as hands roamed mercilessly over his body, feeling as if his hardness could burst straight through his clothes. Clothes that he wished would disappear or melt away.

With that thought utmost in mind, his tugged restlessly at Harry's tee-shirt struggling to remove it from him, not caring when it ripped. Harry leaned back, releasing his mouth as he pulled the tattered shirt from his shoulders, baring the wide golden skin of his chest. His hands reached out and fumbled with the multitude of tiny buttons that formed the barrier of Severus's robes before, finally frustrated grabbed both sides of the fabric and with a rip tore open the robe buttons flying in every direction.

Harry raised his head, his hands sliding up to cradle his face as he kissed him even more deeply than before, trying to show him how much he cared in every caress and touch. Harry's hands drifted back down as his mouth continued to torment Severus'.

Severus cried out, breaking away from Harry's lips as Harry's fingers toyed with his nipple, lightly kneading the point to an almost painful hardness. He cried out again, only louder, as Harry's lips left his to attach around the swollen point that he had been teasing. His hands came up to bury themselves in the thick shaggy hair, moaning as Harry's tongue came out to lap at the tip, flicking it lightly before adding suction. So engrossed with the sensations Harry was creating on his chest, he was unaware that Harry's free hand had moved down and pulled off his undergarment until that hand took his naked hardness into a firm grip.

"I want you," Harry growled against his chest, his hand tracing up and down the hardened flesh between his legs and stroking along the tops of his thighs. His mouth traced down over the skin of his stomach to breathe heated air across his aching hardness.

"Take me, please," Severus begged, moaning as pleasure overflowed his system.

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Harry's breathing was heavy against his ear as he settled next to him and Severus felt his every muscle relax as the warmth of Harry's body cradled him close. But he only allowed himself a few minutes of this pleasure before he rolled over in Harry's embrace to look into his eyes. Harry smiled down at him, dropping a soft kiss on the end of his nose.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked softly, "I got a bit carried away."

Severus could not stop the chuckled that welled but from inside, but reached up and cupped a hand around Harry's confused face. "I'm fine, in fact I am more than fine."

"I didn't hurt you or anything, did I? I mean, I never did this before…well that not I remember," Harry said, blushing as he remembered that they had done this once before and that he couldn't remember.

"No you were wonderful," Severus said, but then frowned. "Are you sure that you are all right? After all you have been placed on medical suspension, are you sure that you shouldn't have exerted yourself like that," Severus frowned as Harry started laughing, rolling across the bed and clutching at his stomach.

"Oh Severus," he chortled, sitting up and wiping at streaming eyes. "The reason that I was placed on suspension, dear heart, is that I am pregnant."

"You're What!" Severus said, bolting upright in the bed and staring in disbelief at the brightly smiling Harry. Harry reached out and took his hand, placing it on the gently swelling lump in his stomach.

"In six months, give or take, you and I shall be parents," Harry said softly, his teeth catching the edge of his lip worriedly. "Are you upset?"

Severus stared down that the hand covering his and gently felt the small firm lump, and felt his heart jump deep within his chest. He leaned down and dropped a tender kiss on Harry's belly, his tears finally falling, happiness pouring from his soul. "Hey there little one," he whispered, "I am your other daddy."

Harry smiled down happily at the dark head pressed to his stomach, glad that he finally had told him. He pulled Severus up and into his embrace, holding him tight. "I love you, Severus Snape."

Severus leaned back, his eyes bright with tears, "And I love you, Harry Potter," and leaned forward to seal his lips over Harry's.

Unseen in a darkened corner of the room, two small house-elves high-fived each other and they silently disappeared from the room. It was amazing that just one small switch of a potion could bring their two lonely masters together to create a loving family.

--The End--

A/N: Thank for reading and I hope that you have enjoyed this story. I am looking at creating an epilogue for this story in the future.So keep an eye out and we shall see what happens to our pair.