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Harry Potter and the Unborn Happiness	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 12839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Thirteen

Finally Happy

Harry pushed Hermione behind him as to protect her in case things got really ugly; she and Aurora were his first priority.

‘I thought the wards would keep me out but you didn’t expect to see me again!’ Ginny said thought her teeth as she glared at the couple and threw the letter and the invitation before the couple’s feet.

‘Ginny,’ Harry said, not knowing what else to say or why he hadn’t blocked her indeed, he gripped Hermione’s hand in his as the thought of Hermione getting too upset crossed his mind.

‘You have such a big idea of your selves, thinking that you could get with it and even call us to attend your cute ceremony…’ Ginny spited and looked at Hermione. ‘”I stole another woman’s man, now come and see me having him rolled up and in a costume as to get married with me since I carry his bastard…”’ Ginny mocked with her voice raising and getting a higher volume, mimicking Hermione’s tone unsuccessfully.

‘Don’t insult my child!’ Harry roared but Hermione tried this time.

‘Ginny, please, let us explain…’ Hermione pleaded, trying not to think a lot of the mocking and the insult of her child as she felt Aurora kicking inside of her uneasily as her own heart had sped up from the moment she saw her old friend inside the house.

‘Explain what?! How you rolled up my boyfriend? How you cheated on my brother with him? How you got yourself pregnant? What?!’ Ginny shouted every question louder than the previous, Hermione sighed and tried again.

‘We never meant to provoke you, we just needed a chance to-‘

‘-To try and betray us all again,’ Ginny spited as she pointed at Hermione and Harry, her face a mask of furry ‘like before when you left for the trip and abandoned me behind, and have your way with it again, you want to always be the victims and you want-‘

‘Stop!’ Harry interrupted Ginny in a loud voice, causing both her and his fiancé to look at him. ‘Stop and think for a few moments what you’re talking about, stop insulting my best friend, love and mother of my child and respect that you and most of your family is alive because Hermione kept me going in many cases.’ Harry started as he moved a step closer to Ginny with Hermione joint to him by their hands.

‘Stop and think of how you loved me and how she loves me, stop and imagine how your life would be if we were still together. Stop and think of the child that has nothing to do with all this and you right now are upsetting it for no reason.’ Harry went on even more sternly as this time he pointed his finger at Ginny.

‘Stop and look at who we are that you’re talking about and think that if you were with us in the tent you would have suffered, maybe even die since we barely made it ourselves. Stop and think of the damage you have done by publishing all this to the media!’ Harry said in a steady voice, trying with all his willpower not to scream even if he felt his blood boiling in furry for the redhead who had came in his house and was insulting not only him and Hermione but also what they had been having for each other for all those years.

Ginny looked at both Harry and Hermione for a few moments.

‘I don’t care about what you have done back in the tent or before it.’ Ginny said as she looked at Harry with eyes full of anger. ‘I care about my waiting during my sixth year, I care about the sleepless nights I spent, hoping that you’re alright, Harry, that you will come to me and we’ll finally be happy and together. I care about my dreams of being your wife, the mother of your children, a dream that was almost done before this…snake could steal you from my arms! A Dream that would be beautiful, like we were together!’ Ginny shouted and this time Harry couldn’t stop himself.

‘YOU CARE ABOUT THE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS YOU SPENT DREAMING OF OUR WEDDING?’ Harry bellowed, feeling Hermione squeezing his hand in instinct but his current state of madness didn’t allow him to think clearly. ‘HAVE YOU EVER SPENT A MINUTE TO CARE ABOUT MY NIGHTAMRES? MY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS BECAUSE OF THE PAIN? MY FEARS? MY NEEDS? MY SELF? HAVE YOU EVER IMAGINED YOURSELF AS THE WOMAN WHO WOULD BE BRUISING HERSELF IN HER TRY TO WAKE ME UP FROM A NIGHTMARE?

‘HAVE YOU EVER CARED ABOUT BEING THE WOMAN WHO WOULD NEEDED TO BE THERE WHEN I WOULD BE SCREAMING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT OR WHEN I WOULD BE ACTING LIKE A JERK AS NOT TO KILL MY SELF IN THE ATEMPT OF SURVIVING YET ANOTHER PAINFUL MEMORY OF SOMEONE LOVED ONE TO ME? HAVE YOU EVER CARED ABOUT BEING MY ROCK AND NOT THE DOLL NEXT TO ME IN PHOTOGRAPHS? HAVE YOU EVER IMAGINED YOURSELF ON YOUR OWN AND NOT AS THE PRECIOUS MRS. POTTER YOU ALWAYS DREAMED TO BE?!!’ Harry shouted at the top of his lugs and then was left glaring at Ginny for a few moments.

He didn’t mean to shout, he didn’t mean to hurt anyone but he couldn’t stand Ginny any longer, or her insults nor her “dreams” of being his owner, did he always imagine himself free to do whatever he wanted. He never thought of surviving Voldemort to be the plaything of Ginny’s in a marriage for her happiness and fulfillment of her ambitions.

Harry snapped out of his stupor only when he realized Hermione was gasping by his side and Ginny was left speechless looking at the couple as Hermione tugged on his hand, something she had done while he was screaming as well.

‘Please Ginny…’ Hermione gasped as Harry moved closer to her and hugged her carefully his mind in panic for his fiancé and their unborn child.

‘Get out, now, if you and your family can’t forgive us after what we all have been through just because we made a choice, you were never family to us,’ Harry said, his pain and anger for Ginny causing pain upon Hermione made him say things that he didn’t fully believe.

Ginny was left speechless and unmoving as she watched the couple struggling for Hermione to breath, Hermione was bowing slightly her body in effort to breath properly, her eyes shut and her head thrown back as Harry was keeping her against his body as to have her windpipe wider open for her to breathe. Ginny was left in panic to watch the couple, realizing how wrong she was and at the same time her pride and self-esteem being destroyed before her.

‘Get out! You’re killing her!’ Harry shouted again as he felt Hermione whimpering in his arms and knowing he was useless right now, Ginny finally snapped out of her stupor.

‘I—I never meant to-never meant to-‘She stammered before she could apparate away with a crack, leaving the couple behind. Hermione groaned as she tried to calm down, knowing her baby was on the line if she had yet another Wave.

‘Calm down, ‘Mione, calm down, breathe with me,’ Harry whispered in her ear as he kept her in his arms, ‘Think about our baby, think about Rory,’ Harry whispered as he rubbed Hermione’s belly with his right hand and kept her close to him with his left one.

Hermione finally started to breathe easier, her mind and heart aching for her baby’s uneasy kicks inside her womb, oxygen finally started entering her body easier, making her lugs hurt in effort but she calmed down as she clutched on her belly and Harry’s hands.

‘I feel better, I was just overwhelmed, I’m fine,’ Hermione gasped as she finally felt her heart calming down, ‘She just made me feel awful and then your started screaming, reminding me all the things we have been through, it was too much,’ Hermione said as the couple remained hugged as they relaxed more, Harry closed his eyes and kissed the side of her head lovingly.

‘I know, I’m so sorry, I know you’re getting upset easily, I shouldn’t have shouted, I’m sorry, ‘Mione,’ Harry rushed as he led both on the couch, he helped Hermione to sit down and he sat next to her as they relaxed together, Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder as he hugged her tightly.

‘It’s ok, I know you want your friends, the Weasleys, I know you want to be in a peaceful place and I know you want to be left alone, I’m so sorry for being together causes us to be in all this trouble, I wish we could be just a normal couple.’ Hermione whispered and hugged Harry whose heart ached in pain for her wish and hope.

‘There are a million things in the world I want, but all I need is you.’ Harry said sincerely and Hermione looked up at him as he leaned down and their lips met. ‘I love you, and I would get in all this a million times over as to be with you and with Rory on the way, I love you, nothing can change that.’ Harry said seriously and Hermione smiled sweetly at him as he took his hand from around her chest and brought his palm flat on her belly the moment their daughter kicked inside her mom’s belly.

‘We need a break, for both your and her sake.’ Harry said with a frown on his face, he wouldn’t have stand to have Hermione suffering from a Wave again, he needed to protect his family the best he could, this would be his role from now on as a married man after all and like his future wife, they needed to protect their child. Hermione nodded her head absentmindedly and rubbed her belly. ‘Have you ever gone to Rome?’ Harry asked Hermione after a moment, thinking of the first European capital city that came in mind,’ Hermione nodded her head.

‘I was very young when my parents took me there, I don’t remember a lot of things, to be honest, but it’s nice, especially now that it’s summer, it’s a timeless city,’ Hermione said as she closed her eyes and inhaled Harry’s familiar sent, relaxing even more in his arms as Rory kept on kicking inside her, stretching and moving around her little space.

‘Would you like to go there again?’ Harry asked and Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at him.

‘Really?’ she required as she smiled, Harry nodded his head and kissed the spot of her nose.

‘We could go, have some fun, a break, enjoy the sun down there and then come back and have the wedding, we could relax, just the two of us.’ Harry said with a smile which turned into a grin, Hermione grinned back.

‘The three of us,’ Hermione pointed out and Harry groaned playfully.

‘I’m trying to seduce you and the idea of our baby makes me see you like something secret and I’m just trying not to imagine our baby close to my penis when we’re making love.’ Harry said as the idea had crossed his mind many times but he never said a word about it because he knew it was stupid. Hermione laughed and patted his chest playfully.

‘The two of us then, just you and me and my swollen belly for no reason,’ Hermione teased and Harry grinned weakly. ‘Don’t worry; she’s far away from… Harry Jr., believe me, my womb contains her bag, my va.. jay jay is further down,’ Hermione said and Harry frowned and grinned at the same time and then burst in laugher at the nickname of her body’s most intimate part, Hermione always knew how not to make Harry feel uncomfortable.

‘I hate anatomy of the sweetest part of your body,’ Hermione slapped his arm, ‘After your brains of course and our baby’s location, Jr. being away from Rory is enough, Ms. Great Healer.’ Harry said and Hermione slapped his arm again before he could grab and kiss her in his hug.

The next day Harry was walking through the corridors of the Ministry of Magic, he needed to take those days off no matter what along with the days off for his wedding, he deserved them, the months he had been trying to distract himself from his passion for Hermione days off had been out of the question. Now it was time to have them all together as to leave for Italy with Hermione.

Co-workers waved at him, others just looked at him and others started whispering about him the moment he passed by them, Harry didn’t care, he was going to stay in the building just for awhile, then he was to go to a travel agency to find a nice offer for holidays in Rome for a couple in love and then he would pick up Hermione from the hospital.

As he moved around a corridor he gasped as he saw Ron at the end of it. He was with George, probably waiting for some kind of license out of the corresponding office. Harry took a deep breath and decided to keep moving as the office he needed to visit was close to the one the Weasley brothers were. Harry kept walking, hating the fact of the feeling of pain and guilt in his stomach as he approached his once best friend. Ron was looking at the opposite direction like George but the only twin turned around and locked gazes with Harry who looked back at him but said nothing. George gave the slightest smile and then turned around and started talking to Ron and showing him something on one of the magical windows of the corridor in the direction Ron was still looking at. Harry thanked George mentally as he got in the office in a hurry, the last thing he needed was to go to the hospital injured again with Hermione getting upset once more, just a day after Ginny’s “visit”.

In the meanwhile, Hermione was in her office, a place she had a long time to visit given her condition and all her work having been taken in her house, Christina was there as well.

‘Harry’s idea for the trip is great, you need it,’ Christina said with a smile and Hermione nodded her head and smiled, she indeed needed some time off from all this madness around her.

‘So I have the green light from you? You think it’ll be safe?’ Hermione asked and Christina nodded her head.

‘Yes, as long as you go through the floo network and return like this, I’m OK with it. Just remember use relaxing spells on your feet if you’re going to explore Rome, and don’t forget your potions.’ The blond Healer said and Hermione nodded her head again, Hermione decided to ask something more that had been in her mind for weeks but hadn’t came a chance for her to say it out loud.

‘Since I have the waves… and they’re hitting when I’m stressed, how will I give birth? I mean only the pain of it will get me upset…’ Hermione said and Christina smiled and sighed before she could explain.

‘Look, Hermione, the Waves are a supposedly new condition that a pregnant woman could have and Healers around the world aren’t absolutely sure how to cure it, as it is, it can’t be cured, the pregnant woman needs to endure it till the end of the pregnancy. Most healers believe this is happening when a very strong witch is carrying a very strong and powerful child, our bodies are not just matter and spirit, they’re also magic.’ Christina said and Hermione nodded her head.

‘Your magical levels are changing rapidly because of your emotions and state of shock or calm so the waves are stored power that can’t be contained because of your hormones. When you’ll be in labor, the stress and the pain will have you stressed and out of control indeed but you’ll take a few potions that can keep you both in check and conscious, if things get badly we’ll have to perform a cesarean which is something I don’t want you to have. You see, the normal labor allows your body to adjust, the baby will need some hours to be born but your body will fully adjust on the change, with the cesarean the baby is out of your body in moments and your magical levels are still different, the cesarean can cause Waves for a few days after the labor as well since you’ll still be emotionally changeable and that can cause accidents, sometimes serious accidents if the baby is around…’ Christina pointed out and Hermione sighed and nodded her head as she rubbed her stomach.

‘So we’re doing our best to have a normal birth.’ Hermione said in a matter-of-fact tone and Christina nodded her head.

‘You should tell Harry about it, I won’t be able to keep him in check if I have to deal with an emergency cesarean…’ Christina said and Hermione took a deep breath and nodded her head.

‘I will, in Rome, where I’ll have time to calm him down afterwards.’ Hermione said with half a smile and Christina nodded her head and gave Hermione a rolled parchment.

‘Here are the days off for both the trip and the wedding and the labor and afterward. For your good, be ready to work your ass off when the baby will be older and you will be ready to come back here, we need you.’ Christina said and Hermione grinned and took the large parchment. She would indeed have to come back when Rory would be old enough.

‘See you at the wedding, future Mrs. Potter…’ Christina said with a grin and left the office after Hermione said her goodbye.

Two days later, Harry and Hermione were ready to floo to Italy and the semi-magical Bernini Hotel in Rome, the hotel was famous in the Wizarding World for keeping both Muggle and Magical clients satisfied under the roof of the Italian sky.

Harry and Hermione’s suitcases were all shrunken and placed in the pocket of Harry’s robes, Hermione and he stepped in the fireplace together and Hermione took Harry’s hand with her right one as she took the floo powder with her left hand, she closed her eyes as she knew the floo traveling was making her dizzy and then threw the powder and said in unison with Harry.

‘Bernini Hotel Rome Italy!’

The next thing they saw was the luxury hall of the hotel, the sun’s shines were peering through the windows that were around the walls. There were several fireplaces around and after a few moments one of them burst in flames and a witch showed up. The couple grinned at each other and decided to go to the reception as to have their suite.

When then got in their suite they smiled happily as they saw the expensive fabrics and warm tapestries that covered the place, there was a cozy living room and a nice bedroom with a huge bed and a big balcony door with a view to the famous Fontana De Trevi. Hermione moved first towards the doors and opened them as to get out, Harry followed and hugged his fiancé from behind as she leaned against him, her eyes closed, Harry’s arms snaked around her and wrapped before her belly, supporting the weight of their baby.

‘Peaceful isn’t it?’ Harry whispered in Hermione’s ear before he could catch it with his teeth and play with it gently, Hermione sighed and moaned softly as she nodded her head slightly, before them, Piazza Bernini was very crowded but none gave a second glance to the couple in the suite’s balcony and that meant peace for both Harry and Hermione.

‘I love you,’ Hermione said softly, Harry smiled and stopped playing with her earlobe and kissed her cheek lovingly, being content just by having his best friend and partner to be the mother of his child and his future wife.

‘I love you even more,’ Harry said honestly and Hermione smiled.

‘That’s impossible,’ Hermione said as she turned around in Harry’s arms and the couple hugged the best they could with Hermione’s belly between them.

‘You need to rest?’ Harry asked after a moment in the hug, he hoped she would, he’d love to spend some time with her in this peaceful place instead of walking around Rome in that hot day. Hermione grinned and patted his cheek.

‘I’m perfectly fine, I’ll cast the resting charm on my back and feet and then I will be ready to go around Rome, I want us to go to the museums and then to go the Vatican to see St’ Peter’s and the Sistine Chapel and the museums there and I want us to go to St’ Peter’s square to see all the sculptures of Bernini, and then we can go to a nice Italian restaurant and have pasta and then come here and throw coins in the Fontana and make wishes.’ Hermione said in a breath, her eyes full of happiness and mirth. Harry knew they both needed vocations but he had forgotten how much Hermione would be happy around here, in a city full of history. Hermione almost jumped on her feet in joy as Harry nodded his head, she gave him a kiss on the lips and moved around so she could go inside and cast the spells.

‘First stop: the Pantheon!’ Hermione said from inside the room loudly, Harry sighed and nodded his head to the people in the square.

‘Oh boy…’

‘OK, Hermione, I’m done, seriously, I’m drained, famished and totally bored!’ Harry complained like a little child, about ten hours later, as the couple finally left from the Piazza Del Popolo. Hermione laughed and hugged him as they kept walking around the rest of the people like every ordinary couple in Italy.

‘Aww stop complaining,’ Hermione said with a smile as they moved close to a street which was full of restaurants. Harry stared at his fiancé.

‘You have been under spells for the past hours and you can’t feel the exhaustion, I have been dragged around Rome today, I deserve some food,’ Harry demanded and Hermione sighed and nodded as she felt Rory kicking inside her, probably wanting the same thing as her dad.

‘Fine, but you won’t complain tomorrow with our visit in the Vatican.’ Hermione said and Harry nodded his head happily as he moved closer to the first restaurant. He liked Rome, it was different from London, it was sunny and happy full of surprises and new things to see but he had been in the streets for the past ten hours and Hermione had been dragging him around the city with no rest, he needed some time with her on their bed and having a nice dinner before it sounded like a nice way to start his plans.

The couple sat on a table out of a restaurant and soon a waiter was taking their olrder. Two special carbonaras and water for both of them as Harry didn’t want to drink wine when Hermione couldn’t. The table was quiet small, made for two, so the couple was sat close to each other with Harry being able to caress Hermione’s belly, the couple shared some quiet moments before a small band of men who were playing around the square could come close along with a tanned girl that was selling roses.

Harry gave some euros to the small band for them to play for the couple and he bought a beautiful white rose for Hermione who smiled sweetly and gave him an even sweetest kiss on the cheek.

‘I had no idea you were so romantic, Harry,’ Hermione said as the small band kept playing a sweet, Italian song close to their table, Harry smiled and kissed Hermione’s knuckles.

‘We’re in Italy, we’re free, you’re pregnant with my baby, and you’re my savor… being romantic is the least I can do for the most precious person in my life…’ Harry said honestly and smiled as Hermione’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged him close to her since she couldn’t move easily.

Hours later, when the couple was laid on their suite’s bed, both sweaty and content, Harry smiled as he looked at Hermione, she was by his side, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes were closed as she was in slumber, her belly against his side, her arm across his chest, she was the image of perfection, of happiness, a happiness that he sometimes thought that didn’t deserve.

She had told him about the risks the labor could hold for them, he was scared, he could feel the fear of something going wrong eating him up but he couldn’t do something right now, he could only be prepared for that moment, he would stand by his-then-wife no matter what.

He moved his hand as to caress his unborn child and his eyes stopped on the back of his hand, where the line “I must not tell Lies” was still slightly visible, he had felt such pain in his life, both physical and mental pain that some people wouldn’t have survived, even himself wasn’t sure how he made it.

His eyes moved from the scar on Hermione’s bare belly and then back on his hand, he had been scarred, damaged since he was a baby, he had been raised from awful people who let him believed that none wanted him, the Dursleys had made sure to make Harry feel all the pain a little child can feel, he could remember the nights he was sent to bed with no food, he could remember the punishments, the fear, the shouting, the tears, the need for someone.

The fears of him not being able to be a good father surfaced for good this time, with what example could he raise Rory? How could he have a family without spoiling it? Without spoiling Hermione and his daughter? How was he supposed to raise a child with love when the first emotions that he caused to people were disdain, fear, hate and reproach? He had tried not to think of all this during his time with Hermione, for all those weeks he had tried to reassure himself that Rory would have a good father figure but now, as he could see just how much damaged he was, he doubted his own self. All the courage and power that he had needed to destroy everything as to be with Hermione and their baby was suddenly flown out of the window and in the Italian air and Harry felt again like the little boy who would cry himself to sleep during a scary thunderstorm back in England.

What examples did he have? The Weasleys? Yes they were a nice family, a bound family but he had been a guest there, a temporary and by now banned member of it… Could he mimic his father? He had seen him only through a memory, some photographs, during a battle and before one more, all the images of his father couldn’t last more than a minute, just like with his mother, whose scream was still piercing his brain even if the dementors were away from him. The rest figures had been sacrificed in his name, Serious, Remus, Tent Tonks, any potential fatherly figure was gone, even Dumbledore and Snape his protectors’ figures were blurred in his mind. Only the Grangers were left to give him an example but still, he felt happy close to the couple but they were Hermione’s example, Hermione’s parents.

Harry could feel the pain squeezing his heart, he could feel the tears coming in his eyes and he decided to get away for awhile, he needed time, space, he needed to be alone, the last thing he wanted was to have Hermione seeing him losing control, not after what they had been through, not after what she had been though, they had been on their feet because of each other, now it was his fault that he was collapsing, Hermione didn’t need to see his downfall.

He moved Hermione’s peacefully sleeping form away from him, Hermione frowned in her sleep but didn’t wake up as he stood from the bed and almost ran to the bathroom, where he let loose of his first sob as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it and let his weight take him down on the floor.

He hated himself for destroying this right now, for being weak, he had promised himself, the night he learned that the woman he loved was expecting his child, he would be strong, ready, courageous to face everything, the Weasleys, the rest of his friends, Hermione’s parents, Hermione’s fears and worries, the rest of the world, but Harry had never thought of his own demons, his all-time enemies, the strongest of his enemies had been forgotten and now, by a simple cause they were awaken and roaring again, making him choke in his own tears and pain.

He wanted to be strong for Hermione, just like she had been strong for him, for all those years, he wanted to be strong for his baby daughter, a being so pure and harmless that deserved all the happiness of the world. She and her mom were the most important people in his life and right now he felt completely useless and powerless to keep up for them. Deep down he felt like he knew that he would be the problem, not the hater of the people around him and Hermione, not the problems of Hermione’s pregnancy but himself, his past and his demons had left him completely broken, drained and needy, Harry had dared to believe that he would be able to move on, right now he knew, he wasn’t.

Harry wasn’t sure for how long he had been sat behind the door with his forearm trying to muffle his sobs but Hermione’s muffled voice from the other room snapped him out of his stupor and made him stand up, he pressed his ear against the wooden door but he couldn’t listen clearly so he decided to open the door just a tiny bit as to hear with whom Hermione was talking.

‘My hands were sweaty, I could feel the hairs on my back being stood against my jumper but I was there to help as the room was spinning around.’ Hermione was saying as she was laid on the bed with her hand rubbing her round belly, she was a beautiful sight as she had gained only the necessary for the pregnancy weight so she was a beautiful, naked, healthy, pregnant woman on a bed with her hands massaging her baby beneath her own body.

‘I made big Xs on the doors so we could know which door we had opened every time, when I and your daddy were finally moving on, I was sure I would be able to stay by his side and fight for him, we fight for the ones we love, sweetie, it’s a nice feeling, when your heart belongs to someone, you’re ready to make it bleed anytime.’ Hermione was saying and Harry felt like crying again.

‘When Dolohov stabbed me with the curse I knew I wouldn’t die but I was shocked that I wouldn’t be there for your dad anymore, when I woke up, days later, I thought he was dead when I opened my eyes and saw Madame Pomfrey and not him.’ Hermione kept on and Harry felt like a right idiot for not having seen the signs, the image of her frown when he had described his kiss with Cho in that year suddenly popped in his head.

‘But you see, I was always there for your dad, I could be talking to you forever for what we have been through, but I will never forget the sixth year. I was so pissed with him and Ron, I was so confused, I had hoped for your dad to finally see me, when he crushed on Ginny I felt like a total loser and then the interest for Ron flared up as I had none else left. I know it sounds pathetic but when you’re alone for long, you’re meant to make the wrong choice. That’s how your dad and I ended up with people who couldn’t even understand us.’ Hermione said and sighed as she rubbed her belly and then the scar Dolohov had left on her left breast, a scar that Harry had many times kissed for the past weeks as to cure it even if it was magically healed for years now.

‘When Ron asked me to follow him and leave your dad in that tent, I knew I had to finally choose which would be first and which would be second in my life, Ron was right that night, I chose your dad, and to this day, I am not regretting it. When we visited your dad’s parents that Christmas night, it was one of my saddest and most beautiful nights of my life, it was a moment in your daddy’s memory that only I share and none else.

‘When I broke his wand, I felt so stupid, I had destroyed the wand of the wizard who could beat Voldemort with it… he was right to be mad at me. However I wasn’t surprised to see my wand working for him that perfectly. I still smile when I think of us as one, being acceptable even by our magic.’ Hermione said with a smile and Harry felt slightly better as he looked at her face and then her belly, she was right about her wand and him.

‘When I stabbed the cup, in the presence of Ron… that was one of my worst days, the piece of Voldemort’s soul came out and said awful things, that your dad would never love or even notice me, that I would always have to compromise, that I would have to endure situations like seeing your dad with another woman and myself being with someone, Ron maybe, just as to be with someone since Harry would never love me… It hurt…’ Hermione said and now her voice was full of pain, her eyes were shining in the moonlight as the tears abandoned them and ran down her cheeks and in her hair. Harry gasped as he listened to something he never knew about Hermione, he had never guessed what Hermione and Ron had witnessed when the cup of Hufflpuff had been stabbed, his heart ached at his love’s pain of the memory and realization of how much and for how long she loved him.

‘But then, I could see we were changing, I could see him being as tortured as I was, I could see him struggling through every day, just like me. I could feel the jealousy every time Ginny would hug and kiss him, I could feel his eyes on my back every time Ron kissed or hugged me. This tension, this longing, this torture lasted for more than a year, up until we exploded that night, almost seven months ago, and that night, Rory, you were created in my tummy.’ Hermione said and smiled sweetly as she looked down at her belly, warming Harry’s pained heart at the same time.

‘And even if I was afraid for awhile, little one, I decided quickly that no matter what would happen, I would keep you, I took the decision a few moments after your dad told me that I was expecting you, I would keep you no matter what, Rory, because you are a part of the most precious person in my life.’ Hermione said and smiled again as she rubbed her baby.

‘He thinks that I’m his rock, the voice of his conscience… his best friend and lover, he thinks that he needs me,’ Hermione said and Harry looked at his fiancé with interest as he wanted to know what she thought of them. ‘But your daddy doesn’t understand that he’s my rock, my partner, the reason I’m here, he doesn’t realize that he’s the reason I sacrificed everything for, he doesn’t realize that the nightmares chase me as well when he’s away, he doesn’t realize that every time I wake up I need to see his face, I need to see those two emerald eyes that I hope you got from him. Your daddy doesn’t realize that he and I are like two halves of a whole, none can exist when it’s away from the other, our souls are fed from each other’s power and love, we can’t sleep away from each other because the nightmares will strike, we never fought over nothing and even when we did fight, we had good reasons, we always respected each other. I always wanted to see him succeeding and I know he always tried to be high in my eyes either by trying or by lying to me as not to get disappointed in him… He can’t lie to me, I can see his eyes and I can’t lie to him, my eyes will betray me as well. I was never afraid when he screamed at the top of his lugs when the rest sagged away and he was never scared to fight and defend me anytime someone tried to hurt me, his wand was always in his grip the moment an insult was thrown at my face…

‘He always came and apologized when he had done something wrong, he never put his pride over me over the years and even if I tried to prevent him from doing something even by shouting at him, I always supported him to the end.’ Hermione said and Harry closed the door and leaned against the back of it again, his eyes looking to nowhere.

He hadn’t realized a lot of things indeed, all those small things that were signs of true friendship had built a great power, the greatest, love. With a pang of pain mixed with joy, Harry had just realized that he was in love with Hermione ever since he saved her from that troll, when he risked his life for the first time for her, just like they did later on frequently for each other…

Respect, admiration and trust equals love. Harry remembered the words of a book of Hermione’s left on a table back in their house in London. It was almost shocking to realize all this, his fear when he saw her falling in the Department of Mysteries, how he was seeking Serious’ advice and opinion instead of Ron’s when Hermione was away. How she fought with him back in their fifth and sixth year yet she stood by his side till she could be taken down. How she had been screaming in the Malfoy Manor while she was tortured and how he had been able to block even Voldemort from his head as to save her when Ron was just throwing his body against the bars of their cage, how Hermione never betrayed him during her tortures, her fragile image in Dobby’s funeral.

There were so many images, memories and emotions that rushed in his mind as he kept on realizing just how much he was meant to be with Hermione. Memories of one of his most feared moments were when he saw Hermione’s polyjuice potion having gone bad or just how many people had been sure or afraid that he and Hermione were together for years.

Krum and his talk with Harry before Crouch could show up in the fourth year. Cho and her rage about whatever Hermione were involved with, Rita Skeeter and her obsession of writing about the two being together. Molly Weasley having believed that Hermione was in an affair with him. Even Ron had tried to kill him when he was blinded by his worst fear that after all became reality, Harry and Hermione being one…

Harry remembered the last words Hermione had spoken to their baby and with an ach in his heart he realized that they were both as broken… Equally tortured, the ones who had been through the most, the ones who had shared moments none else would, like that Christmas night when he saw his parents’ tombs for the first time, they were the ones who got over every problem as a team, many times not having another choice but leaving Ron out, like when they were solving problems or when they traveled back in time, symbolically and unwillingly sealing love with time traveling, or even when Hagrid trusted them and only as to show them Grawp, or when Dumbledore… back in King’s Cross mentioned Hermione and only as the one to keep Harry on his feet and help him during the years.

He and Hermione were the ones who never parted, not even when they were on the rocks as friends, or when they both ended up with other people after the war.

He and Hermione were indeed, two halves of a whole and he had nothing to be feared of as long as he was close to her because Hermione –as always- was right, their souls were feeding each other and they would cherish each other forever.

Harry realized that there was a big smile on his face, the tears and the desperation were gone and the courage and the determination were back, he was ready to be a father, he may hadn’t have examples to mimic but he had, still loved and would always love Hermione, the woman of his life in so many ways…

If he could sacrifice his life with no second thought for her, he would be able to do the same for their little creation of perfection. And even if he knew he would screw up many times in the future he knew Hermione will always be there for him just like he will be there for her, the thought made him sigh and then chuckle and then he start laughing in relief and joy, he couldn’t stop laughing as he then realized the simplest of things, even without many people in his life, even with a few enemies in it: Harry Potter was finally happy.

‘Harry, are you in there? Can I get in? Rory is squeezing my bladder again…’ Hermione sounded from behind the door as she knocked and Harry opened it with a huge smile on his face before he could wrap his arms around his future wife and love of his life and steal a passionate kiss from her.
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