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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 Five

When love hurts

Harry opened his eyes in the darkness, he could feel Hermione’s body spooned in front of him, on her side like he was; he smiled as he felt her clothed body relaxed against his. It was the first time he woke up next to her and he couldn’t describe the feeling of serenity and peace that overtook him, he had woken up because of some dream with Ron holding Gryffindor’s sword and threatening him with it but when he opened his eyes he immediately calmed down as he felt Hermione’s body.

It wasn’t the first time he woke up after a nightmare; it was the first time however that he calmed down immediately, just by the feeling of Her body against him. He inhaled close to her hair, taking in the aroma of her shampoo, closing his eyes for a moment, he loved his first, official moment of happiness with Hermione by his side.

Only when they got in Harry’s house, did they realize that it was ten o’clock, they decided to unpack Hermione’s stuff the next day and made some pasta for dinner and then without much of consideration came up here and laid on the bed together. Harry smiled again as this time, and for the rest of his life, he hoped, the right woman was in his bed. There was no awkwardness as they had laid awake on the bed, not talking at all, just holding each other until Hermione gave in her exhaustion and closed her eyes first, Harry, after a long more hour of watching Hermione sleeping he had gave up and fallen asleep as well.

Harry gave a small kiss on Hermione’s curls and she stirred, he tried not to move as she shifted in his arms, turning on her other side and sighing as she kept sleeping, Hermione snuggled closer to Harry in her sleep and he couldn’t resist and give her a kiss on the forehead, letting his lips linger on her soft skin. Hermione frowned for a moment and opened her eyes; she looked straight into Harry’s eyes with a panicked expression and then exhaled.

‘It wasn’t a dream, you’re here,’ Hermione said mostly to herself and Harry smiled and nodded his head, reassuring both of them.

‘Right here,’ Harry said and Hermione smiled, she felt much better than before, when she had to laid in the sheets Ginny had probably lay on before her, she tried to push those thoughts out of her mind as she knew all this needed to belong in their past now, they needed to move on, they needed to be strong. Hermione didn’t hesitate like she had been for so long and kissed Harry passionately, after a moment of surprise from his side, he responded, with need, with love and care that could only match hers.

Harry kissed Hermione back, his hands holding her even closer as he started caressing her body, they had tasted each other’s bodies two entire months ago and since then they hadn’t done anything with their exes, it felt good to know it was them now, their passion unstoppable.

‘Make me yours,’ Hermione whispered as Harry moved on top of her, their lips locking in another heated kiss, their hands roaming on each other’s skin, trailing fire on their touch. Hermione could feel only right as Harry was the one kissing her, caressing her, whispering her name, his lips colliding with her own, having him stealing her breath. It had taken way too long for them to find a glimpse of happiness and none of them were now willing to let go of it, not again.

‘I want you,’ Harry whispered as they started undressing each other, struggling with their clothing, needing to feel each other skin-to-skin, they kissed and grinned and giggled as they tried to get rid of each other’s clothes as soon as possible, between kisses and moans and more kisses and groans.

Harry, frustrated with all the clothing and the covers gripped Hermione’s wand, which was closer to them by her nightstand and with a flick of it, their clothes were gone, having them gasping at the immediate contact of their skins. They lost themselves in each other again, Harry’s left hand tangling in her long hair, his other cupping her breast, making her moan his name as he tried not to have his weight on her, a small part of his mind worrying about hurting the baby in any way.

Hermione moaned as Harry touched her, tenderly and intensely yet carefully and gently, she loved him, passionate yet careful, loving yet needy, she loved every facet of his and she knew he loved her back, when people were around them, threatening their happiness, she was scared, but when it was just him and her, she feared nothing and none. Hermione moaned louder as Harry opened her legs a little wider, there was no need for more foreplay this time, they had needed each other for the last two months, it was far enough waiting from the both of them.

‘I love you,’ Harry said huskily as they became one, Hermione fought to keep her eyes open through the pleasure, needing to keep the eye contact, needing to see the truth of his words again and again.

‘And I love you,’ she replied equally, smiling at him truly as they remained still for a moment, bodies and souls feeding from the love they held for each other.

Their lovemaking lasted a couple more hours, at the end of their encounter they were both exhausted again, but this time content and happy, relaxed and carefree. They were both panting into each other’s arms, occasionally stealing kisses from each other as they fought for their breathing.

They remained silent, awake, as they communicated silently, enjoying the peace of the moment, knowing their little one was growing inside Hermione’s body, Harry placed a hand above her flat stomach, happy to know his child was to come into a world that at least two people adored it and gave up everything and everyone for him or her.

The first sunrises bathed the room in light but Harry and Hermione didn’t move as the light of the day signaled another hard day to start. They knew Ron could come by at anytime, they knew they had more more people to deal with, like the Grangers, Hermione thought with a pang of worry in her stomach, not wanting to remember how right her mother was about some things like how bad of a match Hermione was with Ron and how good she’d be with a man that truly respected her, someone like Harry, Jane Granger was such a smart woman, Hermione had to admit now.

‘What are you thinking?’ Harry asked as the room was finally illuminated in orange and pink colors of the dawn. Hermione smiled as she trailed her finger down his jaw line, her smile widening as Harry’s eyes closed at her touch.

‘Random things,’ Hermione replied and Harry nodded his head as he leaned closer and they shared another kiss, sweet and tender as the last they had gave that night before Harry left, leaving behind him not only a part of his heart with Hermione but a part of himself inside her, literally. ‘You think Ron is gonna come? Sooner or later?’ Hermione made a question of her own and Harry sighed and looked at her again, his hand on her hip, caressing her body above the silk sheet.

‘I guess he will, we just need to be together, the last time we fought seriously he tried to kill me with the sword of Gryffindor because Voldemort was showing things to him, now I don’t know what he might do, his worst nightmare became true, after all.’ Harry said quietly the bitter truth, recalling both his memory from those years ago and the nightmare he had a few hours prior. When Hermione was getting ready for bed, Harry had secretly set the wards around the house, declining Ron’s magical signature in case he thought of paying a visit in the middle of the night and probably under the power of alcohol or driven by his temper. Harry had promised himself that he would take care of Hermione in her condition, the last thing he needed was to have her suffering from the waves again and again.

‘Can I ask you something? I need your professional opinion on the matter,’ Harry said, trying to change the subject of their talk as to light the mood. Hermione looked surprised but nodded her head. ‘Does, the little one, have a heartbeat yet?’ Harry asked hesitantly, oddly enough feeling butterflies in his stomach at the idea of the little one’s heart, it all made it so real and true, he was going to be a father. Hermione smiled wetly and covered his hand with her above her stomach.

‘You don’t need to be a professional to know that, and yes, she or he have a heartbeat already, the little one has been in there for the past eight weeks, its heart is necessary for the little amount of blood to run around its little body.’ Hermione said quietly and Harry smiled at her words, he moved slowly, crawling close to her stomach until he placed his head against Hermione’s flat stomach, his ear against her navel, some centimeters away from his ear, a tiny heart was beating, giving life to his little one.

Hermione’s hand never stopped caressing Harry’s hair as he placed his ear on her stomach, all the while looking up at her, the feeling was incredible their first family moment, the thought of her going to be a mother hadn’t sank inside her yet but she knew she could make it, for that little one beneath Harry’s head and her skin, two hearts were beating inside her body and the knowledge of the little one’s existence in there, inside her own body made her stomach comfortably uneasy.

‘When we’ll be able to know about the little one’s sex?’ Harry asked and Hermione smiled as she took a deep breath.

‘Hmm in a couple of months, when it will be grown enough to respond to the spell the healer will cast on me.’ Hermione replied and Harry nodded his head and smiled, pecking Hermione’s stomach above the sheet. ‘What do you want it to be?’ Hermione asked and Harry smiled truly, his face lightened.

‘A buddy for Quidditch matches or a little girl with a book of fairy tales in her hands, asking me to read her Snow White before bed sounds equally awesome, as long as it’s healthy and has your brains.’ Harry answered honestly.

‘And your eyes,’ Hermione replied right after him, both images of a boy or a girl equally welcoming from her as well.

‘And your kindness,’ Harry went on.

‘And your braveness,’ Hermione said, they grinned at each other as this was the first time they actually planned and wished things for the little one to have and be. Harry groaned after a moment and Hermione looked at him wondering.

‘It will be an unlucky poor thing, no matter from who she or he will inherit the hair, it’s doomed, the choices are bushy or messy….’ Harry said and Hermione laughed and slapped his shoulder, that was in issue indeed but she’d love to have a messy haired boy or a bushy haired girl as long as Harry was there by her side. ‘My hair is in better condition, it’s tamed now,’ Hermione said as Harry scowled playfully and moved back on top of her, trapping her hands next to her head with his own hands.

‘We don’t use violence, Mione,’ Harry said as he blew on Hermione’s neck, making her laugh and squeal as she tried to angle her head in a way of denying access on her poor neck. Harry kissed her and Hermione stopped fighting for a moment, regretting it as Harry blew on her neck again, they laughed together as they spent their carefree time so easily, not forcing themselves to entertain each other or anything.

‘You’re so cruel! I’m supposed to be treated with kindness and care, I’m expecting!’ Hermione complained playfully and Harry laughed but nodded his head, abandoning his “torture” after one more stolen kiss from her lips.

‘You’re right, Mione, I should be careful and caring, you deserve that, so much,’ Harry said seriously this time and Hermione could only kiss him as he took her trapped hands in his and kissed them, moving to her shoulders, collarbones and eventually on her jaw and lips.

He knew this would happen, he might was the comic relief between the Hero and the Brightest Witch but Ron Weasley wasn’t stupid like many people believed, he knew, for years, that this could happen, that it would happen, after all, that was his greatest fear from the moment he realized he had feelings for Hermione, and also that Hermione’s male A in her life was the one and only Harry James Potter, Ron knew, even before them that Harry and Hermione would eventually get together.

It had been a couple of days ever since Ron had rushed to the hospital with Harry to learn that his supposed girlfriend was expecting a child, a child that there was no chance to be his, a child that a few hours later was learnt to be of his supposed friend’s, Hermione, carrying Harry’s child, it was just too much at that moment.

Ron was pacing back and forth inside his bedroom, he tried to calm down and think clearer, the truth was out and he was totally and absolutely furious with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. After hours of considering everything that happened in his life he had decided that he hated both his so called best friends. They had betrayed him in the worst possible way and he hated them for this, along with that little thing growing inside Hermione, signaling their betrayal.

First was Hermione, the one who he had feelings for ever since he was twelve, she had betrayed him by screwing their best friend and getting pregnant. Ron felt like an idiot for never seeing the signs of them getting together sooner, of course, the last months he and Hermione had been the worst time of their relationship and of course she was pregnant long enough to figure out why the crisis started then. Yes, he hadn’t been fine with her for the last months but the past three months were the worse, now he could see a part of it. His insecurities and hot temper made things awful coupling with her need for perfection and bossiness over everything, Ron knew now that opposite people attack and don’t attract, physics is good but human feelings are way too different.

And then, it was Harry, Ron’s best friend, the one who was supposed to know how not to hurt Ron’s feelings. Harry knew how insecure Ron felt towards his brothers and Harry himself and still, Harry hadn’t allowed Ron the simplest of things: getting the girl at the end. Ron hated his so called best mate, how he had done such thing to him? They were supposed to be friends… still Harry had screw Hermione and got her pregnant! Yes, Ron might had done some mistakes in the past, turning against Harry during fourth year and then abandoning both him and Hermione during the Horcrux hunt were things Ron wasn’t proud of but still, they should have never repaid him like this.

Ron always feared the moment Harry and Hermione would decide that they had far too many things in common to be together for. He hated how they always liked muggle crap, living in the heart of muggle London being the worse. He hated how they seemed to communicate silently, he hated how he had distanced himself from Harry ever since he got in the Auror academy and Ron didn’t, he hated how he felt jealous of both of them, of Harry for being… Harry and Hermione for being smarter and better in so many things, he hated them and not being like them at the same time, it was overwhelming.

He hated the fact that they always were so close, Hermione taking Harry’s hand, him always trying to find her for help, he hated how Hermione stood by Harry’s side in that cold tent, she had indeed made a choice that night, Ron should have realized that he had lost the game that very night, if not even earlier. Harry needed her and she was always more than willing to give everything up for him, he was always the centre of her world, how could Ron ever be compared to this? How could he ever hope for Hermione to be his when at least half of her belonged to Harry every since she was twelve?

Still, Ron felt furious about what happened, they betrayed him. Hermione had betrayed him, like Harry had done, he hated them for the pain they inflicted on him by bringing a child in this world, a child that was to always remind Ron how much of a fool he was, how much his friends had betrayed him.

He had just apparated back home, after visiting his and Hermione’s apartment empty from her own stuffs as well and then going to Harry’s place only to find himself blocked. He knew they were there; enjoying themselves after stepping on his body to get together, he wasn’t sure what he’d do when he’d be able to see them but he wanted to, he wanted to hear the excuses, he needed to feed his hate monster inside his head, the one that always flared up every time someone was proved better than him.

He had already visited the hospital and he was satisfied that Hermione had an appointment at five with a healer, the receptionist in the lobby considered Ron as Hermione’s boyfriend and gave him the date of the appointment, of course, for the people he still was her boyfriend, he hated the title, the one who was to be humiliated the moment the truth was out in the public.

Ron felt another wave of furry flaring inside his body, he was going to be the fool, the stupid, the victim of the whole thing, the asshole whose girlfriend fucked his best mate and got pregnant by him. Great, so bloody great!

He was going to wait for Harry and Hermione to get out of the hospital after the appointment, he was going to show up and even if he right now wasn’t sure of what he was about to do, for one thing he was positive: they were going to need more than a simple Protego this time to remain separated from him.
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