Love never goes away

It had been going on for weeks now. At every time of the day he had been in the bathroom emptying his stomach, without reason. He didn't know why, and he was starting to get scared, he didn't want to go to the healers, he didn't want to go to St. Mungos. Hermione had been trying for the last few weeks to get him to go, but Harry still refused. It didn't matter that he was scared, he still didn't want to go.

"Harry, please. You need to go see someone! You have been feeling off for weeks, please we're worried about you, please?" Hermione tried to reason with him, and Harry was starting to realise, that he perhaps needed to do something. After a short internal struggle with himself he said "I'll go see Madam Pomfrey tomorrow Hermione", she looked at him with a small smile, gave him a welcomed hug and peck on the cheek and walked to the fireplace to floo herself home.

Harry took the time to look around, it had been three years since the end of the war and over 2 years since he had bought a small house in muggle London. It was his safe haven; the place he went when everything got the best of him. It was his dream home, a small hall where all his outdoor stuff as well as shoes were. The small hall opened up to a large to in one room, with the kitchen and living room in extension of one another. The room was full of rich and soothing colours, Harry had decided that when he moved in, he didn't want any eye catching house colours around. From the living room, he could walk out onto the small terrace that went around the back of the house and complimented the small garden he had. Despite his years of chores with the Dursley's he had always enjoyed gardening, it helped him relax when he needed it.

If you went opposite of the kitchen, you would walk into a long hall that held the doors to two extra rooms he had set up as well as two bathrooms in either end of the hall. In the hall there was also the door to his library and study, which if you walked to the end, you would arrive at the door to the master bedroom. His bedroom was the only room that held any eye catching house colours, he had an old wingback chair placed by one window, the chair was a beautiful deep burgundy in the memories of his own house, Gryffindor. The other thing was his bed, the dark framed structure, his covers a deep emerald and the pillows a mat black. The library and his bedroom where, despite the wonderful garden, his favourite places.

He had needed to get out of the spotlight and needed a retreat and that is what he had in the small house, he grinned at that, because despite calling it a small house it was big, in his eyes. Harry was brought back out of his musings by the urge to retch. He hurried to the nearest bathroom and emptied his stomach for the, merlin knows how many times that day. When the dry heaving was finally over, Harry went back to the living room and grabbed a handful of floo powder and called out the hospital wing at Hogwarts.

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Poppy Pomfrey sat by her desk in her office when her floo flared to life and the young Harry Potter step out, looking worse for wear, "Mr. Potter, how may I help you today?" she asked. Harry looked at her with an unreadable expression, "I have been feeling a little off, for the last few weeks, and Hermione finally convinced me that I needed to see someone, and I wondered if you had time madam?", "Of course Mr. Potter, what symptoms have you had?" she asked getting up from her desk and motioning toward the open door into the hospital wing. She had Harry sit on one of the beds by the end of the wing, so he wouldn't be on full display if anyone chose that time to enter the hospital.

"Well, I have been feeling off for some time now, it has been headaches, nausea and retching at any given time of day." Harry looked at her expectantly. "Well Mr. Potter, I have a feeling, but let me do the standard spells first and I will return to the one I have in mind." Harry gave her a short nod and watched her raise her wand and move it in different patterns while mumbling the incantations.

Different spells hit Harry, but he felt nothing but the small tingles of magic running over his body, when the spells stopped coming, Harry looked up to she Madam Pomfrey looking observant at the parchment in her hand. "Mr. Potter, I'm going to do one last spell, the one I had in mind, this will most likely tickle a tiny bit." Harry let go of the tiny giggle that was on his lips when the magic hit. He looked on in awe as the magic hit his stomach and created an almost shield like cover around it. The colours of the cover changed between, white, green, pink and blue, until it finally settled on the light blue colour. Pomfrey gave Harry an almost sympathetic look and a sad smile when she said sheepishly "It appears Mr. Potter that you are pregnant, just a week or two short of three months, according to the scans, congratulations."

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Harry looked up with eyes wide in shock, at Madam Pomfrey's words. "P..pre…pregnant" he finally managed to stutter. He laid his hands on top of his lower stomach and looked from the mediwitch to his stomach and back. "B..but how? Men can't get pregnant", Madam Pomfrey looked out one of the windows, by Harry's bed and sat down and started to explain how it was indeed possible for wizards to get pregnant.

"You see Harry, in the Wizarding World, if a wizard with a powerful core, sleeps with another wizard of a larger or an equal core, it is quite possible for the bottom wizard's magic to create a womb that will catch the seeds of the other wizard and create a life. The child growing inside you is protected by the womb your magic created, if you wish to keep the child, you will have to get certain potions that will help, prenatal potions, there are also potions that can help with the nausea, but if you choose to abort the child, all that is needed is an incantation and putting you to sleep and the womb will close in on it self." She looked into Harry's eyes and seeing the answer to her question she asked him to stay seated while she went to get a list of the prenatal potions that Harry needed to take.

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Harry had finally returned home after a long afternoon at Hogwarts with Madam Pomfrey explaining what was going to happen. Along with the potions, he had received a small note with the name of a few pregnancy books, that also talked about male pregnancy.

He had already planed to go to Diagon Alley the following day, to get the last missing potions and the books. In his excitement after returning he had made dinner for one and a half, Madam Pomfrey had said to eat a little more than he used too it would be better for the baby, he had forgotten that it didn't take one but two wizards to make a baby. So when he that night, after his usual bathroom visit including a warm shower, sat in his bed with a potions magazine on his lap he remembered that he had to visit a certain someone to tell him the news.

Harry didn't know how the man would react, hell he himself deep down under his excitement, he was worried about what would happen, but he didn't know if the other father would acknowledge the child or have a violent reaction. Harry decided that he, and the baby, needed sleep so he put the magazine away, laid his head on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep, that was filled with the images of a toddler running around a small patch of grass, laughing like there was no evil in the world. Harry sat on a blanket looking out over the grass, and seeing the child made him smile and lay a hand over his protruding stomach, with a small smile Harry looked down when he felt the child move. When Harry looked up again he saw a man with the young toddler in his arms, coming towards Harry and the blanket, the last thing Harry remember before waking up was looking into the eyes of the man he had loved since his fifth year at Hogwarts, the eyes he could forever be lost in. A deep swirling black abyss.

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Harry let out a long yawn before rubbing the excess sleep away from his eyes. He had taken one of the potions Madam Pomfrey gave him last night, and he was relieved to learn they worked, his nausea was at a minimum, but he still had to use the toilet. Finishing his business in the bathroom, Harry dressed for the day and stepped out of his room and into his study / library and continued into the kitchen for some breakfast. Reading his mail and looking through the 'Daily Prophet', Harry made the decision to get the missing potions first and then go visit the other father.

Laying his left hand on his small protruding stomach; he had looked at himself in the mirror that morning, turning himself sideways he could see that he had a small bump, the visual brought a smile to his face. Harry rubbed the small bump in soothing motions while walking through the busy as usual Diagon Alley. He was headed for the apothecary to get his final potions.

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"Have a nice day Mr. Potter." Harry nodded to the man behind the front desk, and made his way out of the store and onto the street. Walking towards Gringotts, Harry stopped at 'WWW' and looked in through the windows and saw Fred and George helping their customers finding the missing products, the sight brought another small smile to his lips, Fred had almost lost his life in the last battle, but they had managed to save him, all he had was a broken leg and bruises all over. Mrs. Weasley had been over the moon, when all her children had returned to the Burrow after the final battle. Harry and Hermione had of course also been invited to tag along, but they had both decided that the Weasley's need at bit of family time. Without the honorary Weasley's, that they were.
Continuing down the street Harry made his way into Gringotts, he had to withdraw a small amount of gallons that he could get exchanged into pounds.

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Harry made his way through his living room, it was early afternoon and both he and the baby were hungry, so sitting down with a premade sandwich from the day before, he went over in his head how to approach the other father, it could go many ways, but the one he feared the most was rejection. That he would deny sleeping with Harry after they meet at the Ministry 'Remembrance' Ball back in May. He was there because everyone expected him – him of all people – to make a speech, in memory of those who lost their lives in the two wars Voldemort had started. After his speech he had walked around the halls of the Ministry building where the ball was held. He had walked past the bar, when he caught the whiff of a familiar smell. Something sweet, something salty, and something entirely him.

Shaking his head and coming out of the memory, Harry got up from his kitchen table, grabbed his cloak, put it on and walked to the floo and called out, loud and clear; "Spinner's end"

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Severus Snape sat in his favourite wingback chair, a deep emerald green colour giving it an almost black look, and read the latest potion magazine he had a subscription for, he was about ¼ through the magazine when his floo flared to life and none other than Harry Potter stepped out. "Potter? To what do I owe this sudden visit?" it was said with a tone of curiosity and missing his usual hard edge.

"I would like to…umh… speak? With you." Harry said with a bit shyly and uncertain. Severus looked at him, slowly, because if Potter was suddenly shy and uncertain it could not bode well for Severus. "Would you like a cup of tea?" He would willingly admit that he was curios as to what Potter wanted. Harry only nodded his head as a 'yes please' for the tea, and sat down in the wingback across from Severus.

They sat in an unfamiliar silence, despite their feelings for one another back when Harry was a student they had worked it out after the war and they were both comfortable in the others company. The company they had had over the last three years was not sparse, they had seen each other often, witch had led to nice conversations about everything and nothing. Not to talk about the 'Remembrance' ball back in May, where their conversations had led to more than Severus could ever had hoped for. Severus looked up from his potions magazine and studied Harry's face, he looked better than the last time they had seen one another, the dark circles under his eyes were less prominent and his face looked fuller, his cheeks had some colour to it and Severus did not dare to look directly at Harry's eyes, fearing he would get lost in the brilliant emerald green colour. Despite his own warning Severus looked into Harry's eyes and found the younger one watching him as well.

"Do you remember the ball back in May?" Harry's voice was shaking and Severus could do nothing more than nod positive. "Do you remember we talked about later that evening?" Harry received another nod. "How about what we did after the ball?" Severus was starting to wonder where Harry was going with this, but he gave the young man another nod. Harry was starting to shake even more, he looked into Severus' eyes and promptly back down in his lap, "D…di…did…" Severus could not take anymore and moved from his own chair and kneeled in front of Harry, laying his left hand on Harry's knee and his right hand started to caress Harry's cheek, "It is fine Harry, but do stop your stuttering, it is unbecoming." His words brought a small smile to Harry's lips. "You know I will never judge you Harry, and if it is something I can help you with I will!" Severus was confident in his words and Harry knew the man would never back down on his promise.

"I'm pregnant" the words were whispered so low that not even the Weasley twins expandable ears could have picked it up, but because of their close seating, Severus heard It has clear as day, he looked at Harry again that day, for the first time with shock showing in his eyes. "Almost three months, I went to Poppy yesterday, I had been feeling off for a few weeks and Hermione finally got me convinced to go. I speak no lies when I say I did not plan this Severus, you have to believe me, I didn't plan for this to happen, I didn't even know wizards could get pregnant and…" his continued rambling was stopped by a soft pair of lips on his own, the one hand that was caressing his left cheek was soon joined by the mans other hand landing on his right cheek.

Harry's eyes had widened with shock when Severus' lips first touched his, but he soon closed them and started to kiss Severus back, with vigour, trying to convince the older man of his feelings. Severus felt what Harry was trying to do and began to nibble Harry's lower lip while running his tongue over to soothe it at the same time, making the young man gasp at the sudden movement, creating a small gap between his lips, big enough for Severus to lead his own tongue into Harry's mouth.

Harry was drowning in emotions and feelings – he was in some sort of heaven, or perhaps he had fallen a sleep at his kitchen table – but feeling the other man's ministrations Harry quickly realised that he was very much awake and very much kissing Severus Snape, and he loved it.

When Severus' tongue first touched his, he was uncertain of what to do, but it was soon clear when his body moved on its own and started to fight Severus' tongue for dominance, he was losing but he didn't give a care in the world. He was in the arms of a man he had loved for many years and would love for many more to come.

Severus, having established dominance over the younger man, started to retreat and when Harry made to follow, he let go of a small chuckle. Harry looked at him with a small pout and Severus had to fight the temptation to bite it. "I am guessing, that your excessive rambling is because the child is mine?" Severus did not know how else to ask the question, he was unsure as how to proceed if the child was not, but he had promised Harry he would help no matter what. Harry seeing the unsureness and perhaps uncertainty in Severus' eye nodded and breathed out a small "yes, the child is yours."

Out of all the reactions Harry had thought of, him being lifted out of the chair and spun around by a smiling and laughing – laughing! – Severus Snape was not one of them. When Harry felt his feet being planted back on the ground, he opened his mouth to ask Severus what he was thinking about, only for the words to die on his lips when Severus began to profoundly and thoroughly snog him.

The two only let go of each other when the need for air became to prominent, Harry looked into Severus' eyes, he felt hope rising up in his chest, the mans eyes were filled with emotion, something they rarely were, and the emotions Harry could recognize were, happiness, joy, hope and love. "I love you, Severus Snape, and I have since fifth year" his confession came out as a whisper, but Harry felt his eyes starting to water and his lips forming into a breath taking smile when he heard the words Severus whispered against his ear.

"I love you, Harry James Potter! More than you could ever imagine!"

A/N: This is my first fic, so anything you have to say is welcome. Thank you :)
Disclaimer: I, regretfully, do NOT OWN Harry Potter or his world. I am merely borrowing from J.K.R.