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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 Three

Fears

Hermione opened her eyes slowly, frowning as the bright light hit her face cruelly, she looked around her and the room was spinning, she gasped as she realized this was a hospital room, a familiar hospital room for a Healer as herself, she gasped once more as she the last thing she could remember was the alley she, Ginny and Luna were standing, disappearing from her sight as her world gotten black.

She tried to sat up but a hand held her down on the mattress, only then she realized Harry was there with her, she looked at him bewildered and then she looked around her, wondering with worry in her stomach where the rest were.

‘Easy now,’ Harry whispered as he held her on the mattress with one hand, his free hand holding on hers above her stomach. Hermione groaned as she could feel a headache and nausea hitting her at full force.

‘Are you OK?’ Harry asked alarmed but Hermione shook her head, a bad idea as the room spanned around her even more.

‘What happened? What’s wrong with me? In which ward am I?’ Hermione asked and tried to figure out where exactly she was, not succeeding as all the rooms of the hospital looked similar apart the ones of the Permanent Damage ward. Hermione looked back at Harry and the worry stored in her stomach burst through her entire body as she saw his worried and hesitant face. ‘Well…’ Hermione urged on impatiently and Harry took a shattering breath before saying the words that shifted her world.

‘You’re… two months pregnant.’ Harry replied carefully all her questions at once and was rewarded with the reaction he expected, shock, disbelief, greater shock, fear, worry and even greater shock. He didn’t dare to ask if he was the father, partly because he knew the answer and partly because he was afraid she would be more upset. Hermione’s eyes were locked with his for a long moment, they communicated silently, sharing their disbelief, their fear, their shock and their worry.

Hermione broke the connection when she closed her eyes and breathed through her nose, some healer she was, of course something as uncontrolled would have happen, they hadn’t protected their selves that night, creating a child was their last concern between their heated kisses and displays of passion and need. Now, here she was, at twenty four in all this mess, pregnant with the child of her best friend with whom she had cheated on her other best friend and current boyfriend. The first thing that popped in her mind was where her “current” boyfriend was and if he was still “current”.

She and Ron had gotten to a halt for months and it was a matter of time for one of them to end their relationship but this wasn’t what Hermione imagined nor wanted, Ron wasn’t stupid, he could have done the math, did he partly know the truth.

‘Darn it, where is Ron?’ Hermione asked and almost regretted it as Harry looked hurt and pained, still she needed to know, she needed to explain, and she had to get over her banes one at a time.

‘He left, Ginny and Luna ran after him,’ Harry said quickly and he knew he sounded harsh, wanting to show her that he was present when Ron learnt the truth, wanting to show her that he knew the truth as well. Hermione looked at him for another endless moment, both of them knowing the truth yet none of them accepting or admitting it for that matter.

‘Is it me...?’ Harry blurted out and regretted it as Hermione’s eyes darkened, he feared he insulted her, he feared he hurt her but the truth is, he needed to hear it from her own lips that the baby inside her was his, the thought still made his knees weak but he needed to know, in the time she was out, Harry had considered a lot of things, how his life was up until now, what he was ready to do for Hermione and how much he wanted to do but she didn’t allow him.

He had promised to himself that if there was something to move him, something to provoke him to pull both himself and Hermione out of their misery he would do it, and now he knew that this child was that motive he needed, the one thing to help both him and Hermione to get together and face everyone without splitting and regretting, he knew he would hardly regret his decision to be with Hermione but a lot of water had ran under the bridge and he needed something strong to pull both through.

Hermione tried to stand up, never answering his question and yanked her arm free when Harry tried to keep her down, but she couldn’t but clutch on him as he caught her the moment she stood on her feet and almost collapsed, suddenly feeling exhausted and weak.

‘You let loose of a wave of power, the healer said because you had suppressed a lot of stuff inside you and it came out in the form of magic, she advised of you not to get irritated and sad.’ Harry said before she could ask what was wrong with her as a simple pregnancy’s passing out shouldn’t result all this weakness. Hermione felt her eyes tearing up as she heard this, great, she thought, pregnant, weak, bewildered and in the middle of so many things blowing on her face, great.

She sniffed but before she or Harry could say something about the mess they were in, Healer Morrison entered the room and smiled at Harry and her co-worker who were still in a hug. Hermione got out of Harry’s arms and flopped back on the bed, knowing she wouldn’t make it anytime soon without some potion.

‘Hello, Tina,’ Hermione murmured as the Healer moved closer and examined Hermione quickly, taking her pulse and checking her temperature.

‘You gave us a fright there, Hermione,’ the healer said and Hermione smiled halfheartedly at her co-worker.

‘Us?’ Hermione asked and Tina nodded her head.

‘The entire hospital learnt about a Healer, how about Healer Granger being brought in the hospital by two shaken friends of hers who were screaming for help the moment they apparated in the lobby,’ Tina said and Hermione groaned more, Tina smiled. ‘But don’t worry; the secret is safe with me and the medical mystery.’ Tina said and shot a glance at Harry, Hermione didn’t miss that and guess what had happened when the news were announced to Harry, Ron, Luna and Ginny, awhile ago.

Harry sighed as he saw Hermione even more worried and decided to take the situation in his hands. ‘When she’ll be able to go home?’ he asked and Tina smiled at Hermione and then looked at Harry with the smile still on her face.

‘Her papers are already made,’ Tina said and Hermione sighed, on one hand, she wanted to leave the hospital, the news could travel around the world in seconds she knew, and even if Tina wasn’t to say a word, Luna, Ginny and Ron knew about it and right now Hermione had no idea where any of the three where and on the other hand, she wondered, what was expecting her in the flat she shared with Ron? She shuddered at the idea and gulped as she nodded her head. She needed time on her own to think, time to decide, a child was growing inside her, a child that she wasn’t sure if it was wanted or not, it was too early to answer that.

‘As your friend, I recommend you to take a few days off, relax, stay home and try to remain calmed as the Waves can strike again, as you healer, I command you to do these things.’ Tina was saying when Hermione was focusing again. ‘It would be good for you to take the first maternity test in a few days, see how the baby is going after the wave, now it’s tired like you are but you’ll be both fine, I have already ordered for a strength potion for you, take it every morning and afternoon.’ The healer said and Hermione took a deep breath, trying to short the new information out.

‘Don’t worry, she will do exactly as told,’ Harry said reassuringly, having already heard what Hermione was needed to do, his words were rewarded with a glare from Hermione who obviously was ready to object and a knowing smile from the blond Healer who almost grinned but sobered when Hermione’s glare was turned on her.

Harry and Hermione were silent as Harry drove them to Hermione and Ron’s flat, he had apparated to his own house, drove the car to the hospital, apparated secretly in Hermione’s flat to check if things were safe for her to appear there and even if his heart arched at the sight, he decided to let her come in her flat. Now they were in his car, him driving silently, Hermione staring out of the window without talking at all. He wondered if it was a good time to bring the topic of the baby’s father on the front but he regretted it as Hermione closed her eyes and leaned against the seat, she seemed relaxed for awhile and Harry’s hand arched to touch her stomach, like he had done when she was asleep in the hospital.

He focused on the road before him as he recalled all the decisions he had made when she was asleep, things were pretty straight from his prospective, Hermione and Ron were already done as a couple, like he was with Ginny, for a long time now, both he and Ginny knew it even if Ginny tried to decline it and pretend that nothing was wrong just like her brother had done with his relationship with Hermione up until he got tired of the whole parody his relationship had turned to be.

They had admitted their love for each other, moments after they unwittingly created their child, Harry knew now, she had pleaded for him to leave and forget and even if none of them made it, none of them forgot, they both tried to move on, now, destiny was binding them together, their child did, giving them a chance, a chance they never gotten before. Harry didn’t care of what was to happen to them, they loved each other and yes, people were going to stand against them, even try to hurt them, people were going to hate them but right now, the woman he loved and the child she carried inside her was the only thing that mattered in his world.

He sighed and almost smiled at the idea of a little one growing inside Hermione’s body, just centimeters away from him, inside its mom’s body, safe, not knowing of the chaos and the happiness that its existence brought.

Hermione opened her eyes as she heard Harry sighing, from the reflection of the glass she could see his small smile and could feel her own blood starting to boil, how could he smile and seem so happy? They were to destroy so many lives, Ron’s probably done already, how was she going to face everyone? Her parents, the Weasleys, Ron, Ginny, everyone, how was she supposed to stand on her feet and announce “I’m expecting Harry’s child, everyone” for a moment she shivered at the thought of everyone’s faces, their disdain, their disapproval, their pain and anger and hate.

You deserve to be happy, the baby deserves to be happy, and Harry deserves to be happy. A voice chimed inside her mind and she shook her head, trying to silence the truth in its words, indeed, she deserved some happiness, like Harry and the… baby needed some. Harry and she had been through the most, months in that cold tent, pain, fear, worry, desperation, they had experienced everything to the fullest and they needed some happiness, happiness that could be found only in each other’s face, but it was too late when they realized things, too late when they created the now growing child of theirs, they had made choices that wouldn’t be easily undone and that scared her so much. Would it be worthy for them to decline and be declined by everyone as to be together? Was it going to be alright if one day, the whole storm that was to break finally ended? Did she have the power to fight for all those things after so long?

Of course!

Was the answer her heart and her mind screamed at the same time and it was a rare occasion when those two cooperated with each other for her sake, she knew both were right, she knew she deserved to have her happy ending as she dreamed of it once, by Harry’s side, with a child or two, now she wondered if she was so selfish and ungrateful for finally having what she once had dreamed of, she needed to fight for it, to fight a lot, to hurt a lot, but finally, she had a chance on her dream.

Still, even she was ready to do it, to fight, she wasn’t sure of Harry being as willing, back in the hospital he had tried to ask about the child’s father and she honestly wasn’t willing to answer the question. She was scared of the reaction, she was afraid of what Harry was going to do, he might had problems with Ginny but the last thing Hermione wanted was to be pitted or forced into things.

She was scared of having Harry ruining everything not because he loved her –as he had declared upon a heated moment after their lovemaking- but because of the baby and frightened of the option of Harry being doubtful of being the child’s father. In instinct, Hermione’s hand covered her currently, flat stomach, protecting the little one she and her love had created.

Of course Harry wanted a family, she knew that better than anyone, but he deserved something stable, something quiet and happy, she almost felt guilty of having him in all this mess, if he was willing after all, he had once again to fight and to get hurt as to have the one thing he needed the most, a family. Hermione had believed him when he had whispered with pain in his voice that he loved her, her heart had arched and her stomach had dropped in the pure sincerity his words had held but still, she was afraid of having heard that sincerity in his voice because of her desperation to hear it, after all, he had said those words upon a heated moment of lust and passion, she was also afraid of him being tired of fighting for every single thing, she always tried to give him peace and normality and now she was the one to give him all the chaos that was so unneeded in his already hectic life.

Harry looked at Hermione with the corner of his eye the moment she covered her stomach with her hand, he needed to touch her hand, he wanted to take her hand and squeeze it like she did with his, countless times in the past, he hated that now he felt like he couldn’t even touch her, it was the only time something strange –not bad or wrong, he would never call this situation like that- had happened between them and he felt like not being able to show her how much he was ready to do for her.

The car came to a stop and both of them came out of the vehicle slowly, Harry having a watchful eye on Hermione as she moved in front of him, Hermione wanted to apparate from the hospital but healer Morrison had insisted on not taking chances for the next few days and Harry was more than willing to follow the instruction the blond healer had given as he knew the stubbornness of Hermione’s.

Hermione could feel Harry’s eyes on her back and she sighed, knowing he wanted the best for her; she almost smiled for a moment as she considered that but Ginny’s mental image, broken and in tears because she knew the truth of the baby Hermione was carrying popped in her mind and the smile disappeared. They reached the flat’s door and Hermione opened it with a flick of her wand, she half expected to find Ron there, waiting for her to be hexed but she gasped when she saw the flat denuded by anything that belonged to Ron.

Judging by Harry’s calmed but frowned face, Hermione knew he had probably came here first, when he left to bring the car possibly, as to check the waters and had seen the sight already. She felt worry surging through her veins as to where Ron was and how he was doing, she was almost scared at the idea of seeing him but she hated the option of him never wanting to see her again, of never giving her the chance to explain –if she dared to do- or at least to apology-if she could-.

Hermione could feel her heart beating faster as the desperation took over and she tried to breath in small gasps as she needed to remain calm, she was a healer, she knew what the Waves could do to a pregnant woman and the child and she seriously needed to start acting as a pregnant lady if she wanted to give the baby a chance of surviving before she could decide what she wanted to do with her life.

Harry could see Hermione gasping, her hand clutching her chest in an attempt to calm her probably racing heart, he hated seeing her like, he hated seeing her struggling through all this. Hermione was always strong, the one with the answers and the helpful hand for everyone, now it was time for him to step into her shoes with her, he was here, for her, for the child and he just had to prove himself, if he believed that he knew her better than anyone else, he knew what she was afraid of, he knew what her insecurities were.

He moved closer, hugging her from behind and pressing her back against his front, knowing and expecting her to stiff in his arms, after a few moments she relaxed, her head rested against his shoulder as one of his hands rubbed cycles on her stomach as he held her to him, his other hand above her own on her chest, helping her to breath, they inhaled and exhaled together, in a rhythm, like one being, Harry closed his eyes, trying to enjoy this small moment of and serenity even if his mind was racing about what he wanted and was ready to do.

He was ready to prove the truth: he was there for their love, for their happiness and the baby and not just a mistake –if you could call a mistake the most precious thing to him, next to its mother- of a night that happened.

Harry was ready to prove to Hermione he meant those three words he had said for the first time in his life, two months ago, he was ready to fight for their love and their little one.
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