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Counting Fingers, Counting Toes	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Cedric Views: 3796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I actually enjoyed writing this chapter and it includes a few real-life experiences.
Life is great when you have a fabulous beta like Nicole! I still do not own or make money off of this story.
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Counting Fingers Counting Toes: Chapter 3
The waiting room was very quiet as they all stared at one another. They tried not to think about what was happening in the room down the hallway. The last few months of the pregnancy had been stressful. The baby had almost made its appearance two months ago.
Everyone looked up as the Healer came walking towards the somber crowd. They could not tell from her face what had happened. As they looked up they saw a delighted smile slowly spreading across the Healer's face. "I am pleased to announce that the newest little Potter has arrived safely." The room erupted in a boisterous cheer. A very pregnant Lavender tried standing up but fell back against the sofa she had been relaxing on.
Cedric grabbed Hermione's hand and gave it a soft squeeze. He slowly looked up and met Hermione's eyes which held her true feelings, but for friendship's sake, she feigned happiness.
"Another grandbaby for the Weasleys!" Fred shouted out and high-fived George. "Better her than us to keep popping out the grandbabies to keep Mum happy!" George exclaimed back.
Molly Weasley turned to face her twin sons, "Now you two behave!" Molly gave them a stern, motherly look, "Will you two ever grow up?" she questioned with hand on her hips and shaking her head.
Angelina, George's wife laughed, "Apparently not! I knew this coming into this agreement with George." He quickly grabbed Angelina and gave her a quick kiss and a smack on her backside.
"So what are they naming the baby?" Lavender asked Ron. Everyone turned towards Ron to hear the answer to the question. Ron's ears reddened as he stated, "According to Harry and Ginny, this baby boy will be Albus Severus Potter."
"Gods, that is awful!" sputtered George, "Do they want him to be beaten up every day when he goes to Hogwarts?"
Molly came to the rescue, "It is a very distinguished name honoring two war heroes. I will hear no making fun of my new grandson." She glared at her son and crossed her arms. "We should be happy that he made it here safely. Now I want to go get a look at him."
As the Weasley family celebrated the birth of the newest Potter baby, Cedric looked over to the corner chair and noticed Hermione was missing. As he glimpsed down the hallway he spotted the back of Hermione's head disappearing around the corner. Sprinting quickly after her, Cedric knew he needed to intervene before Hermione fell apart. Following Hermione's path, he heard sniffing coming from the utility closet. Opening the door swiftly, he looked around and seeing no one of authority he slipped inside. There stood a crying Hermione, in the dimly lit closet, trying to hold back the sobs.
Cedric put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. "Is this closet taken or is there room for two?"
Hermione smiled in the middle of a sob and smacked him on the arm, "Stop that, Cedric! I'm trying to feel sorry for myself."
One large hand went up around her shoulders and the other pulled her head against his chest. "I know, love, it still hurts." He rocked her gently trying to calm her tears and sorrow.
"I knew that this day was coming. I just didn't expect it to hurt so much." Cedric held her, not talking, only listening. He had learned the past few months that just listening, and letting Hermione vent, was better than trying to console her with words of wisdom that he did not have. "Then next month we will be going through this whole celebration again when Lavender has her baby." A shudder raced through her body from too much crying. "I don't think that I can do this again!"
"If you don't want to we won't," Cedric looked down into her red, tear filled eyes, "and we will go away on an unplanned holiday."
"Do you really mean it?" Hermione asked him in a shaky voice. "You aren't just saying this to help me through the moment are you?"
With a loving smile, Cedric reached out to run his fingers through her tousled hair circling her face. "I really, truly mean it. As soon as we hear that Lavender is in labor we will grab a Portkey out of the city. "The smile that Hermione gave her husband was worth every conciliatory word he had given her. "Now, do you think it is time we gave up this closet to other couples in need of somewhere to hide?"
Hermione slid her arms tightly around Cedric's firm chest, "Do you really want to leave right away?" Cedric grinned slyly at her," I would hate to not make good use of this closet." Reaching behind him, Cedric uttered a spell locking the door. Stretching out his hand he ran it across her cheek, "You are so beautiful, "he breathed in her ear, "I am so lucky that you are mine." He captured her lips with his own. As he kissed her fully and deep, they both knew that they would not be leaving the closet for a very long time.
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Cedric was busy writing up a report and was anxious to head home to Hermione. The office door swung open and a very anxious Ron Weasley walked in, shutting the door and sitting down in a big heap. Cedric twirled around in his office chair staring at Ron as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Is there something I can help you with, Ron?" thinking that he was there on official business.
"No, there is nothing that anyone can do." Ron sat with a very glum look on his face.
Cedric, now worried, stood up and walked over to Ron, "Is there something wrong with Lavender?" he laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Yes mate, there is something wrong with Lavender…she's pregnant!" Cedric tried not to snicker when he realized what was truly wrong with Ron; he had a bad case of nerves. "I mean what am I supposed to do when the baby cries?" Ron's face was turning red as he questioned Cedric, "What do I do if Lav wants me to change a nappy?"
Cedric was having a hard time holding back a smile, "Wouldn't you be better off talking to Harry? He is a father to two of those squealing things that need their nappies changed."
Ron shook his head, "I don't think Harry would understand."
"What do you mean? Of course he would understand," Cedric was not quite grasping why Ron was choosing to talk to him instead of Harry.
"But Harry is perfect at everything he does. He has been a natural the whole time doing the Daddy thing," Ron looked utterly defeated, "I'm not very good at much. I don't want to disappoint Lavender."
Cedric pulled up a chair alongside Ron, "I believe you are already in this too deep to change your mind." Ron turned his head towards Cedric listening carefully to what he had to say, "Lavender is about ready to have this baby. You are going to be a father within a week."
Ron smirked, "Is this supposed to be a pep talk? If it is, I think you are failing and I am sunk." Both men laughed as the mood lightened in the room.
Cedric rubbed his neck for a moment hoping for the right words that would help Ron, "You love Lavender and you will love this child." Ron with his hands clasped together and resting under his chin, stared intently at Cedric, "I know that you will make mistakes as a new dad, mind you, I will be the same way when I finally get a little one." Slapping Ron's back, Cedric stood up, "You can do this!"
Ron stood, grinning shyly at Cedric, "Thank you for the words of advice," he put his hand out to Cedric to shake.
Cedric pulled him into a quick man-hug and pushed him away, "Now go home and see all of the baby stuff that the girls gave Lavender at the baby shower."
Cedric shook his head when Ron left the room. How funny that Ron had come to him for baby advice. Maybe that was a good sign for him and Hermione that a baby would be coming soon to them.
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The giggles erupted in the room as everyone was trying to guess how long a string was needed to go around Lavender's belly. Whoever cut the string the proper length won a prize. Hermione smiled politely as she tried to stem a wave of jealousy that threatened to explode out of her. She had talked herself out of coming earlier that day. At the last minute, Ginny had convinced her to come and celebrate with them, even just for a little while. Now she regretted coming and wanted to string the necks of all of the cheerful people at the shower.
Hermione stared at Lavender's belly seeing little feet kicking her shirt. It was fascinating thinking that there really was a real baby alive inside of Lavender. Seeing the baby's movement only intensified the baby hunger inside of Hermione's soul. She had never longed for anything as much as this in her whole life. Gods! This torture needed to stop! How was she going to endure one more baby mixed in with her group of friends? She was so tired of running away from her friends and their babies.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Molly raised her arms in victory, "Of course I won this game. I have had seven babies you know. I know how big babies make your belly at the end."
After the presents were opened, Ron walked into the room. He walked over to Lavender and gathered her into his arms and hugged her tight.
"Look, Ron, see all of the tiny little clothes?" Lavender held up a small nightdress and waved it in front of his face. His eyes were huge as he saw how little the clothes really were.
"Are you sure the baby will fit into these?" The room was full of laughing women as they heard Ron's question.
"Oh, Ron, "his Mum quipped, "Most babies come out very tiny, but they don't stay that way for long."
"Look how big Albus has gotten in one month," Ginny held up her new baby to prove her Mum's point.
Hermione wandered over to the table that held all of the gifts and picked up a tiny jumper and held it close to her chest. With closed eyes, she imagined herself very pregnant waiting for her own baby to be born. It was time to discuss with Cedric about trying again for a baby. She was ready for this. Hermione realized it hurt more not trying than actually trying and failing. She needed to at least be doing something to make her dreams of becoming a mum true.
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Hermione made a fancy dinner with all of Cedric's favorite foods. The best place settings were out and she herself was dressed in a tight, black sexy dress. Cedric walked through the door, looking dead to the world, slinging his briefcase and robes onto the nearest chair. He grinned as he glanced at the candlelit table and his very desirable wife. "What's the occasion, love?"
She glided over to him and slid her hands up his muscular arms and around his neck. Cedric, needing no further urging, quickly pulled Hermione to him nuzzling her slender neck. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating to him. Lifting Hermione up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Walking to the sofa, he fell back pulling Hermione down on him. With her dress riding up high around her waist, Cedric felt the tiny, lace trimmed knickers and he tugged hard. Flinging the knickers across the room they landed on the elegantly set table. The buttons on Cedric's shirt were strewn about as Hermione ripped open the shirt and she kissed all the way down his chest. Cedric wiggled out of his trousers and his boxers followed immediately. All of Hermione's well-planned speech about wanting to try to get pregnant was lost as she straddled her naked husband as he lay on the sofa. The finely cooked meal was left sitting on the counter in the kitchen. All that mattered now was this moment of loving Cedric physically and emotionally. Letting all of her grief and sorrow go, she grinned down at Cedric as she pulled off her dress and sat there with only her black bra on. Cedric ran his hands up and down her thighs that were hugged tightly against him. Hermione moaned as his touch left a blazing trail on her skin. As his hands neared her core, she reached out to touch him, already rock hard, and lifted up to fall back onto his shaft. As they moved rhythmically together they made love slowly, savoring each thrust and pull back. As Hermione's hips swayed back and forth, she felt fully consumed in Cedric's love for her. Stroke after stroke lifted her blissfully towards the biggest orgasm of her life. Cedric gloried as he throbbed inside of her feeling his own release. He licked his lips as he stared at the beautiful woman strode atop him, with sweat glistening down between her breasts.
Hermione smiled as she leaned down to kiss Cedric's lips. "I love you so much. You know that you are the most important thing in my life. "
Cedric smiled back at her, as his hands cupped her breasts and ran lightly across her nipples. "You are vital to every breath that I take. I love you also."
"Even when we have a baby, you will still be the main love in my life; we will just be sharing our love with that new little soul." Hermione laid her head on Cedric's chest and closed her eyes as he rubbed circles on her back. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the middle of the night, Hermione quietly lifted herself off of the sofa and out of Cedric's firm embrace. She smiled as she looked down at her love and thought about what they had shared earlier that evening. Hermione went into the bathroom looking for something for her headache and opened the cabinet door. Sitting there next to the headache relief potion was another Muggle pregnancy test. She thought that she had already used that one last month when she was sure she had been pregnant. Her head hurt just thinking about all of the pregnancy tests that had been wasted in the last several months. She knew she was late again this month, but she also knew that she had been so stressed ever since Albus' birth and Lavender almost ready to give birth to her baby.
Well, she had to pee anyhow, why not use the test and get rid of it so she wouldn't have to keep looking at it every time she opened the cabinet door. After using the test, she knew exactly how long it took to see the outcome. Not bothering to look at the results, she tossed it into the waste basket. She was not in the mood to once again be disappointed by a negative result. Washing her hands, she then dried them on the freshly laundered towel. As she turned off the lights, she glanced once more at the waste basket, and sighed as she left the room; not knowing that the results on the discarded pregnancy test would soon change her life.

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If you've ever been through this you know the heartache and why Hermione is acting the way she is. It's not an easy thing to go through. Thanks for reading!
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