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Areas of Expertise	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42274 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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-- Please let me know if you spot any errors. I haven't proof read this as much as "The Most Difficult Of All Our Tasks" as I'm updating this as I go along. SP

Chapter Three - Sick

"Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life." Sophia Loren.

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After having had sex, Severus pulled free of Harry and left the room to clean himself. Grateful for the space, Harry rolled onto his back, grimacing in pain. He had never felt so confused, not even after finding out he was a wizard. He had always liked girls. Last year he had fancied Cho, and they'd kissed, this year he liked Ginny. He wasn't gay. He couldn't be. He definitely had not just lost his virginity to Snape and thoroughly enjoyed it. Definitely not.

Suddenly aware that he was alone, and that he had no wish to speak or even see the professor, he sat up and searched for his clothes. He dragged them on haphazardly and quickly exited the teacher's quarters.

Severus sat on the rim of the bath, waiting for the boy to leave. Until he knew the other had gone, he would not be able to relax and clean up after what had happened. He heard rustling from the bedroom, then the slight sound of the picture moving. He sighed. At last, peace.

"Severus?" Albus' voice echoed through the apartment.

"Oh bugger!" Snape muttered and threw a robe over his naked form before he left the bathroom.

"Well done my boy!" Albus was practically jumping on the spot. "Now we'll be able to force Voldemort's hand. It may take some time, but by then everything will have come to a head anyway." He looked serious. "I predict that it will not be until June that Draco finally attempts to kill me." He paused before checking, "I have your word, Severus?"

Annoyed, Snape nodded. "We've already discussed this, Albus. You have my word."

The Headmaster nodded, satisfied. "Good." He strode to the door. No one looking at him would have believed he was dying. "Oh, and Severus?" he said as he reached the painting, "Harry is going to need a lot of support in the coming months, especially as he discovers his vulnerability to Voldemort."

"I thought this idiotic scheme was to protect him from the Dark Lord, not lay him open to attack." The Potions Master was angry. They had been forced into having sex, and for what good?

"It will protect him, because it makes him more vulnerable in another way." Dumbledore explained, as if it was obvious. He left, humming placidly under his breath.

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Harry lay on his back groaning. He stared up at the ceiling of the Gryffindor dorm and tried to convince himself that he didn't feel sick. He failed.

"Yuk!" Ron exclaimed as he neared his friend's bed. "Merlin, Harry, can you, just once, not wake up screaming or puking?"

Harry managed a wan smile before dropping his head over the side of the bed again and emptying what little remained in his stomach.

"Gross!" Seamus cried, entering the room carrying a sheet of parchment. "Dreams of You-Know-Who again?"

"No," Harry gasped, feeling his stomach clench once more.

He fell back on the bed with a groan and wiped his mouth on his pyjama top sleeve. "Sorry guys," he said weakly.

Ron grabbed his wand and magicked the vomit away. All four of Harry's dorm mates were handy at vanishing sick thanks to Harry's dreams.

"It wasn't You-Know-Who?" Ron queried, sitting on Harry's bed, then backing away when he saw how green his friend turned as the mattress dipped.

"No. I guess I must have eaten something that disagreed with me." Harry replied, attempting to get off the bed, but finding his legs rubbery.

Ron scurried around the side of the bed to help the other. "You've got to see Madam Pomfrey," he urged as he bent his knees enough that he could get a shoulder under one of Harry's arms.

"Thanks, Ron," Harry panted as they made their slow way to the hospital wing.

The corridors were busy with the usual number of students, all of whom stared as Harry approached, wobbling slightly.

***

"My goodness!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed as she spotted the two boys nearing.

Ron explained what had happened whilst she stripped Harry of his pyjamas and forced him into clean ones. She helped him over to a sink and held him upright as he swilled his mouth out. He staggered to a bed with her assistance and fell heavily on it, worn out.

Ron pulled back the covers whilst she fetched some potions. Harry got into bed, so weary he could hardly move.

"Now, Mr Potter," she began, taking his pulse, "have you done anything different to normal?"

Harry flushed but didn't answer. How could he?

She saw his expression and frowned. "I cannot help you if you are not honest with me."

Keeping his head bowed, so that he didn't have to look at either the Medi-Witch or his friend, Harry confessed, "I- er, wel, um," he paused before saying in a rush, "Ihadsexlastnight."

"Eh?" Ron queried, confused.

"I see." Madam Pomfrey's tone was deeply disapproving.

"No!" Harry said, "It wasn't like that. Dumbledore knew. It was for the war."

It sounded utterly ridiculous saying it like that and Harry knew it.

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips tightly together, shooed Ron away and began testing Harry.

After what felt like hundreds of tests, all of which came back negative, Pomfrey asked, "Did you sleep with a man or a woman?"

"A man." Harry flushed. He was screaming inside. I'm not gay!

She nodded. "And I take it he penetrated you?" She saw his face and went on. "I see. Now, did you at any point in the previous forty eight hours drink a potion that was purple in colour and very sweet tasting?"

Harry frowned as he thought back. "No. Not at all."

"You're sure?" she pressed.

"Of course. I'd remember drinking a potion like that."

Pomfrey looked relieved. "In that case, whatever is wrong with you can be treated with rest and plenty of fluids."

Interested, Harry asked, "Why? What difference would that potion have made?"

She bustled out of the room carrying a tray full of bottles and vials, most of which had been used on Harry at some point. She returned with a different tray which had a big container of pumpkin juice on it, an empty glass, and some dry toast. She set the tray on the table by his bed before responding:

"Had you taken that potion I would now suspect you of being pregnant. As it is, it must be some stomach bug."

"Er, Madam Pomfrey?" Harry spoke tentatively, "I'm a boy. I can't get pregnant."

She straightened the covers on his bed and smoothed them as she answered distractedly, "What? Oh but of course you can if you'd taken the Gero Potion. Anyone can get pregnant with that dear." She explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

With that she bustled out and left Harry to his thoughts.

Now that he was no longer worrying about puking his guts up, he was aware of the awful ache in his ass. Cautiously he put one hand down his pyjama bottoms and rolled onto his side so that he could touch his pucker. He drew in a sharp breath as his nail caught it. He was very sore. Lying in bed would be quite pleasant compared with spending the day sitting on hard wooden chairs. He winced at the thought.

Idly he wondered what Ron and Hermione were up to. He wondered if they'd take the opportunity of being alone and finally do something about their obvious attraction. Somehow he doubted it. It was something that everybody at the school knew - that Ron and Hermione fancied each other - yet the couple themselves were unsure of one another's feelings. Harry snorted in amusement, but quickly covered his mouth as his stomach churned rebelliously. The discomfort made him consider Madam Pomfrey's startling words.

Pregnant? It seemed utterly insane that men could get pregnant just because of some potion. Harry had never realised that the brews Snape cooked up in his dungeon were actually as powerful as that. For the first time he understood Snape's love of his subject.

Snape.

Don't think about him. It was a one off thing. You've tried it and now you can be sure you're straight.

Unbidden, images of Snape looming over him, his hands touching him came back to haunt Harry. He felt his nipples peak and groaned in pain. They were sore too from their mistreatment of the previous night.

I am not attracted to him. He does not turn me on. Hard on the heels of that thought he told himself sternly, I am not gay.

-- Lots of plot here. Sorry, that's going to continue for a bit, but if you're very lucky I might include some rude dreams.

-- Big box of chocolates to whoever works out when/how Harry was given the Gero Potion! SP
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