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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 Seven

Us against the World

Harry opened his eyes with a small smile as he hugged the woman of his heart who was sleeping spooned against him. It had been a few days since he and Ron got out of the hospital and Harry and Hermione had returned in Harry’s house as Ron had left with his family, the once best friends not exchanging a single word, the rest of Ron’s family had declined to talk to either Harry or Hermione for that matter, the couple didn’t blame the family.

Harry looked at Hermione’s sleeping form and smiled as his hand caressed her stomach above his Pulddlemere United shirt Hermione had taken from him and used as gown. Harry didn’t mind as he found his pregnant girlfriend sexier than ever in his clothes who server her greatly as they were large and comfortable for her petite for now form. Harry loved calling Hermione his girlfriend, she was to become so much more than just that but he loved their relationship moving in each new lever smoothly.

Harry knew soon things would take some ugly turn against them, if he wanted to believe that he knew the Weasley temper he knew soon enough many people would know about him and Hermione, personally he didn’t mind, but he was worried about Hermione, either of them had provoked to be on the spotlight and either of them had gave any cause for the people in their works to gossip, now if he was right, everyone was going to gossip for them and he didn’t want that burden on Hermione’s shoulder in this period of their lives, it was the worst that could happen to her already fragile condition.

Harry took a deep breath and stroked Hermione’s belly as he remembered the disapproving looks of Hermione’s personal healer along with the glares he had received from most of the Weasley family members, Arthur and Fleur Weasley being the only ones who just looked at the couple with pity and sympathy if that could be tagged as “better” than the glaring.

Hermione moved in her sleep and her eyes flattered for a moment, she had frowned in her sleep but Harry gave her light kisses on her neck and cheek and soon the frown was gone and Hermione sighed and kept on sleeping deeply. Harry smiled as he had an immediate impact on her just with his kisses, even in her sleep she relied on him like he always relied on her about anything. Harry that moment made his mind and decided to make sure Hermione would be out of the onslaught that was about to come the sooner possible. They needed a place that only few people would know about and Harry knew where he wanted to start his life with Hermione, the place everything had started would be the perfect place for them to go and keep up. That was going to be his surprise to Hermione, Harry decided.

‘You’re doing it again,’ Hermione murmured sleepily as she looked up at him and he smiled, realizing all the time was pondering his eyes had fallen and remained on her face, Harry smiled back at her and gave her a kiss as she turned on her back as he remained on his side, facing her.

‘What am I doing?’ Harry asked quietly as he leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips, she smiled and answered it with one of her own.

‘Watching me sleep,’ Hermione said when they stopped pecking playfully and Harry moved his head a little above her own and rested it on his hand.

‘I can’t help it when you look so beautiful, pregnant and in my shirt, it’s just the combination of the three most sexy and beautiful things that captivate me.’ Harry said and Hermione blushed, Harry smiled as he loved making her blush, one way or the other…

‘Oh Harry, honestly…’ Hermione said and giggled as his hand resting on her stomach moved to her sides and tickled her above the shirt, she laughed and slapped his hand away. ‘Don’t even start!’ Hermione warned him and Harry grinned and stole one more kiss.

‘Don’t start what?’ Harry asked as his hand tickled her again and she squealed, giving Harry the opportunity to attack her neck with kisses and nuzzles, Hermione’s laugh turned into a smiling moan.

‘I hate my hormones; they make me horny all the time.’ Hermione murmured and Harry grinned still with his lips on her neck, scattering kisses up to her chin.

‘I love your hormones,’ Harry replied her statement and Hermione laughed as Harry moved atop her carefully not to squeeze her in any fragile part of her middle section, when he cupped one of her breasts Hermione whimpered and Harry stopped as he realized it wasn’t a whimper of pleasure, when he looked up from her neck he saw a small frown and his mind went into panic mode in an instant.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked as he looked at her eyes, Hermione smiled as her hand moved above his on her breast and squeezed lighter.

‘Pregnancy changes, they’re just sore so we should be more careful, they hurt, especially in the middle of the night like now,’ Hermione said and Harry nodded his head.

‘Sorry I didn’t know, love,’ Harry said and Hermione smiled at the nickname.

‘It’s ok, you haven’t been pregnant before,’ Hermione said with a smile and Harry grinned and kissed her lips.

‘We are now,’ Harry said and Hermione smiled and nodded her head but after a moment her smile was gone and a frown married her beautiful features.

‘I’m not squeezing you anywhere else am I?’ Harry asked as to make her smile and he achieved it but he knew something else had her frowning. ‘Then what is it? You can tell me,’ Harry said and Hermione smiled and nodded her head after a moment or two.

‘I’m just worried over what Ron or Ginny might do… It has been quiet for the last days…’ Hermione said and Harry sighed as he moved back on his side as Hermione crawled closer to him, his arm wrapping around her body. Harry gave a kiss on Hermione’s forehead and let his lips linger on her skin.

‘Whatever they’re gonna do, first, they have the right to be mad at us and second, we’re gonna get through it, darn it, we made it in a cold tent for months with you cooking, we won battles and fought with Death Eaters, we’re gonna make it this time as well.’ Harry said against Hermione’s skin and laughed as she pocked him the moment he mentioned her cooking. Hermione lifted her head slightly and looked at him.

‘You think they’re gonna ever talk to us again?’ Hermione asked and Harry looked down at her for a long moment.

‘Honestly?’ he asked and Hermione nodded her head.

‘I’m afraid no, they won’t, but maybe I’m wrong.’ Harry started and as he saw Hermione frowning ended his words with an alternative, Hermione nodded her head and rested her back close to his body.

‘I’m afraid you’re right,’ Hermione said and Harry sighed and squeezed her in his hug.

‘But we have other friends, we have Hagrid and Neville and few of the other D.A.s’ Harry said and Hermione nodded her head as she calculated the people who were probably still by their side, her heart ached at the thought of her parents.

‘Harry, we need to talk to my parents, I will soon start to show, and I can’t just go to my parents’ house with a pronounced belly with their grandchild inside it, they need to know.’ Hermione said panicky and Harry nodded his head and kissed her lips.

‘When do you want to go and see them then?’ Harry asked and Hermione looked at him in the eyes, there was no fear and now worry, no reproach and no regret, he was ready, determined to get over with anyone and anything that was to come across them.

‘I guess we can go at the 2^nd of May, it would be nice to be out of the Wizarding world in such day, what you think?’ Hermione asked eventually, feeling her heart warm at the sight of all those reassuring feelings in his eyes. Harry smiled and nodded his head.

‘It sounds like a plan.’ Harry said and smiled at her, he hated that day so far, it had been just a few years since he defeated Voldemort in that specific day and ever since party invitations and people begging him to attend some party and celebration were suffocating him every time, that day for him and Hermione was a day of memory, that he always tried to be away from everyone and after the first anniversary who had just stored misery and pain as he had tried to be alone he had spent the rest of those anniversaries with Hermione and Ron somewhere away from the Wizarding fuss over the community’s day off and parties.

He looked at Hermione and saw the love and care she had stored for him so he didn’t feel worried over her parents’ dinner; actually he had a good feeling about the meeting. When Hermione had left to go to Australia, Harry had followed her as it was right after the war and he was too afraid to leave her go alone and Ron couldn’t afford the trip, Ginny and Ron had been mad back then but they knew Hermione couldn’t go alone and no ministry employer could just be sent to the other side of the world to change her parents’ lives once again.

The Grangers liked Harry a lot when they got to know him, after the first days of shock of the change, when after a few weeks the Grangers along with Harry were returning to England, Harry was feeling like he had one more family to count to. Of course he wasn’t sure how Alexander Granger was going to take the news of his little, only girl being pregnant at twenty-three but Harry hoped that he and Helena Granger would stand by their daughter and his side, for the baby’s sake at least. Harry was already without parents and his baby deserved at least a pair of grandparents to have reading him or her fairytales in the weekends.

‘A penny for your thoughts?’ Hermione whispered and Harry smiled as he looked back at her, if Hermione’s parents had raised a child that was capable to give so much love and care for other people he hoped they could show understanding for their situation as well.

‘Just that our baby deserves all the love of the world.’ Harry said and Hermione smiled sweetly at him as she moved upwards and kissed his lips the moment the first sunrise entered the bedroom and illuminated everything.

‘I should send them an owl.’ Hermione said as she moved to get up but Harry gripped her arm and brought her back to him, he kissed her and smiled at her questioning look.

‘It’s just …’ Harry looked at his nightstand’s clock, ‘around six, if an owl starts tapping on their window at this time they’re gonna think something awful happened to you,’ Harry said and Hermione smiled and nodded as she relaxed, no matter the stress and the worry, nothing awful had happened to them, the opposite actually, apart Hermione’s waves and the encounter with Ron, the two of them were spending the most beautiful days of their lives with just being together and in love, with the little one, as they intended to call the baby up until they knew its sex, “with” them. Harry smiled back at Hermione and gave her a kiss. ‘Plus, we have more than two weeks before the second of May and this is plenty of time for us to get over with whatever is about to blow on our faces in the Wizarding world.’ Harry added and Hermione’s smile faded at his words, she sighed and nodded.

Since the day in the hospital Hermione just knew they were going to stick together for whatever problem that might rise before them, she just sometimes hoped things could be easier for them, after all they were just a couple in love with a baby on the way, things shouldn’t be so hard for them, however, when things were easy for them? They always faced the most difficult of situations and they always made it by standing by each other’s side, no matter what or who were against them, if they had made it once with Ron away and Voldemort in their wake they were going to make it all the time.

‘I love you,’ Hermione said and smiled again as she noticed the warmth in Harry’s eyes appearing every time she told him those three words of truth. His arm around her tightened.

‘And I love you, both of you,’ Harry said and Hermione smiled and ached her body closer to him, he smiled and pulled her even closer by the small of her back, his hand then traveling up her side and brushing more carefully on her breast, remembering her whimper of discomfort before. She moaned in his mouth as she ran her hands in his hair and down his back in response, after a few moments a tapping on the window interrupted them. Hermione groaned in frustration.

‘This is the second time we stop from my hormones relieving actions, ’Hermione said and Harry laughed and gave her a kiss as he stood up and approached the window, his smile turning into a frown when he noticed the Prophet’s owl out of the window. Harry searched his discarded jeans for money, opened the window, took the newspaper from the bird’s leg and placed the money in the small case. He closed the window in fear of Hermione getting a cold as the breeze outside was still kind of cold for April and looked at Hermione who had sat up on their bed and was looking at him and the unrolled newspaper warily. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and Hermione moved closer as Harry unrolled the pages and looked with a dreading look on the first page the moment Hermione gasped.

POTTER AND GRANGER IN AFFAIR AND EXPECTING LOVECHILD

After speculations for years, the truth is out: Harry Potter, savor of the community and Auror for the Ministry of Magic and his best friend Hermione Granger, Healer in St. Mungos and close friends of his; are expecting their lovechild as Ginerva Weasley told our reporter Rita Skeeter in an exclusive interview she gave us yesterday, talking about how Potter and Granger cheated on her and her brother Ronald Weasley –best friend of the two- respectively and how Granger got pregnant with her and Potter’s lovechild while they were still dating the two poor Weasleys who had no clue about what was happening under their noses with the people they trusted the most. (The Interview of Ms Weasley along with the Chronicles of Potter & Granger’s love along with their times in the war and afterward as Rita Skeeter had witnessed during the couple’s fourth year in Hogwarts: Pages 2 to 14)

The letters were as large as possible to contain the paragraph below the huge picture of Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny on the front page, the picture was taken in the first and last interview the trio was forced to give to the press, some days after Voldemort’s defeat, the trio had been interviewed about their hard time away and they had tried to answer carefully, achieving on not revealing anything about people like Snape and Dumbledore, when the interview had been done the picture had been taken with Hermione on Harry’s right, Ron on his left and Ginny on her brother’s side, only Ginny was smiling at the picture as the trio was exhausted both mentally and physically, mostly in the picture Hermione was clasping Harry’s hand and he was looking at her reassuringly.

Harry opened the first page and gave a look at the interview and the “Chronicles”, he knew Skeeter had gotten the time of her life filling so many pages with bullshit and lies about him, Hermione and how the two of them had deceived the entire galaxy as to be together, Harry knew Ginny or Ron would be so low as to report everything and deep down he knew it would be his ex-girlfriend who knew how to take her revenge but he felt furry at the mention of Hermione’s pregnancy. Ginny could have said whatever she wanted about how much she hated him and Hermione but Harry had hoped both she and her brother would at least keep out his unborn child who had nothing to do with their hate for its parents, he was obviously wrong.

He was snapped out of his stupor when he noticed Hermione by his side gasping for breath, her hand was clutching her chest and she was trying to take some air with no great success, panic surged through his veins as he knew the last thing he needed was Hermione to have another Wave that would weaken her and the baby even more. He tossed the newspaper away and laid her back on the pillows as he tried to keep her head above the rest of her body.

‘Calm down, Mione, breath with me, forget about all this and think of our baby and only,’ Harry said panicky as Hermione nodded her head and tried to obey, she thought she had came to terms with whatever she was about to see in the newspaper, but when she actually saw the piece of paper that right now was copied and published around Britain, panic had gotten the best of her at the thought of about everyone, friend or not was learning about her being unfaithful, Harry being unfaithful and to atop this, that she was pregnant. Without even realizing it herself at first, she couldn’t breathe and the thought of all the people she knew turning against not only her and Harry but also against their unborn and innocent baby her gasping for air.

Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again as she kept looking at Harry, trying to match his breathing as he was showing her from above her, her hands were clasping his own as he was massaging her chest carefully, after a few moments she felt better as her breathing came more naturally, she felt proud of herself for stopping another wave from damaging her baby, with Harry’s help of course.

‘I feel better, I’m fine,’ Hermione said after a few minutes as she sat back on the mattress, Harry took a deep breath of relief himself and pulled her in his hug, for a few moments, as he watched Hermione gasping with her eyes wide his heart was ready to burst at the sight of her helpless tries to do something as easy as breathing, now more than ever before he knew he needed to take her away from all this.

‘You scared me there for a few moments,’ Harry said quietly and kissed her neck as they kept embracing each other.

‘Thanks for helping me, I wouldn’t have achieved it on my own,’ Hermione replied and kissed his shoulder, her eyes above his body caught sight of the newspaper somewhere on the floor but she closed her eyes and breathed in Harry’s familiar scent, it relaxed her even more as she let herself feel her boyfriend’s body flat against hers, somewhere in the middle there was the baby, his baby, her baby, their baby which along their love were the only reasons for them to keep up in days like this.

After two weeks from the day everything was out, people hadn’t quieted down yet. Both Harry and Hermione had returned to their jobs as their days off were done and they had faced hell for the first couple of days in the hospital and the ministry. For Harry it was hard with half of the crew of the ministry knowing him since he was in Hogwarts and everyone not sure of congratulating him or confronting him for cheating on Arthur Weasley’s little child who was also famous as her father was in the ministry for decades. Harry had even been ineffectual in one of his missions for the first time in his career as he had lost control when McNair who was proclaimed from Voldemort’s years had threatened him of attacking Hermione calling her “Mudblood” and killing his child calling it “a bastard of the kind”, Harry had been pulled off the wizard by his entire time from beating to unconsciousness the madman and after a warning and a lecture from his office’s head auror he was sent to two days office work as “to calm down”.

Hermione had lived up to a different kind of hell. Her co-workers seemed to be separated into two groups, the “Potter-Granger hate-club” and the “let the poor woman be club”, half of her co-workers were gossiping about her and Harry and their baby all day long, having the Prophet who hadn’t stopped publishing bullshit and fake interviews with ‘sources” and the couple’s “friendly environment persons” every day, they would stop only if she entered a room and a few of them had the nerve to ask her how she rolled such a man up, to her great happiness and gratefulness Christina Morris, her friend and co-worker seemed to be there all the time, barking things to the rest of the healers who annoyed Hermione, her friend had told her it would all be better but both women were afraid of Hermione’s extra gentle condition. The patients had been another matter, old women were either wishing the best for the wedding or cursing the day Hermione met Harry for doing such thing as cheating on Ron and Ginny, some patients had even injured themselves with spells as to see Hermione in person and congratulate or declare their hate as the hospital didn’t allow citizens strolling around with no reason.

Hermione always returned in their house as they had untypically called Harry’s house for the past weeks on the edge and she always tried to comfort and be comforted by an equally tired and angry and desperate Harry, but she hadn’t felt as bad as that day, she fought the tears as she closed the door of the house behind her the moment a crack was heard and Harry was in the house as well.

‘Hey,’ he mumbled as he took off his coat the same moment Hermione was doing the same, they both could feel the tension radiating from each other, yet another shitty day.

‘Hey,’ Hermione said back as she moved closer, Harry pecked her lips and then together moved to the kitchen, when Harry saw the small piece of paper with groceries for him to by that morning still on the white surface he slapped his face in a gesture of regret as he was trying through the hell of his day to remember what he had to do.

Hermione noticed the paper on the fridge, he had promised he would take the darn groceries, as to make sure, Hermione opened the fridge’s door and looked the semi empty shelves, she slammed the door shut as she felt her temper rising.

‘I asked you of one, simple thing, since you’re not letting me to carry things myself, not even change their size and carry them.’ Hermione said dangerously as she looked at Harry who had an apologizing face on already.

‘I’m so sorry, Hermione, I forgot,’ Harry said and sighed as he knew she wouldn’t let go, he indeed didn’t let her carry things like shopping bags and he had promised he would do the shopping from now on as he didn’t want her to use magic all the time given her condition, it was enough she was using it in the hospital, he however had forgotten about the small piece of paper on the fridge with vegetables like carrots and potatoes that Hermione’s healer had advised Hermione to eat for her condition. ‘I had to go to Azkaban and give a report about McNair’s capture and how he ended up beaten so badly…’ Harry tried to excuse himself.

Hermione shivered at the mention of McNair’s as she had learnt of the incident of his capture and what had happened between him and Harry but right now she was tired, famished, on the edge with the visit to her parents’ least than twenty four hours away and everyone at the hospital and ready to cry with the last words she had heard in there were from an old woman yelling at her in the middle of the full of people corridor that she should have died in the war instead of surviving and cheating on people with their best friends.

‘You’re not allowing me to do a single thing as to make myself useful when you know I’m a perfectly capable person, you’re not doing the things you promised to do, you’re not even informing me about not getting the darn shopping done so I can know and eat some crappy food from the cafeteria and atop that you’re expecting me to remain calm?’ Hermione asked almost in a shout as she felt her hormones along with the nerves and the need to get her pain and desperation on anyone getting the best of her. Harry sighed and growled as he covered his face with his hands, he had the worst day ever and the last thing he needed was a lecture from Hermione about the darn vegetables he forgot to buy.

‘Like it matters, Hermione, you can’t cook, with or without the fucking vegetables, I was going to cook anyway, I will just make something without vegetables in,’ Harry said exhausted but that worked up Hermione even more.

‘Of course, I didn’t have time to learn to cook as every little, good girl as I was spending my summers worrying over you and trying to find ways to be useful the moment we would be back together ready to fight with God knew what!’ Hermione spitted and Harry sighed and moved closer.

‘I know, Mione, I didn’t mean—‘ Harry tried to speak, he didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, after all her cooking had made him survive one way or the other back in the tent, he was interrupted.

‘--And of course you’re expecting this child to grow up inside me and being healthy without the “fucking vegetables”, well guess what Harry, it won’t if you’re not gonna help its mother remain healthy!’ Hermione bellowed and Harry huffed and couldn’t stop himself.

‘I FORGOT ABOUT THE FUCKING THINGS BECAUSE I WAS IN A PRISON FULL OF OUR HATERS WHO THREATENED YOU AND THE BABY INSIDE OF YOU!’Harry started hollering in the middle of the kitchen with Hermione looking at him, taken aback. ‘I FORGOT ABOUT THE DARN SHOPPING BECAUSE MCNAIR PROMISED HE WAS GOING TO FIND YOU AND RIPP OUR CHILD OUT OF YOUR WOMB WITH HIS BARE HANDS, FIRST THING WHEN HE WOULD ESCAPE!!’ Harry shouted some more, he knew the bloody bastard wouldn’t make it out of the prison, not after the measures set after the war, yet again, that was what people believed when Bellatrix Lestrange and her friends had escaped Azkaban back in the War, or when Sirius had made it and left that awful place.

Harry looked at Hermione and regret filled his heart the moment he noticed Hermione paling, the last thing he had to do was to inform Hermione about McNair’s plans and ideas, he kicked himself mentally as panic overtook him as he saw her starting to gasp like she did a couple of weeks ago. ‘Oh my god, not again,’ he said in fear as he moved closer to Hermione, wrapped her in a hug and turned her around so her back could be against his chest, one of his arms flew to her stomach that was hard enough as she had entered her fourth month a couple of days back and the other on her chest, rubbing her carefully as they breathed together. ‘I’m so sorry ‘Mione, so sorry love, calm down,’ he said in her ear as they inhaled and exhaled together, Hermione’s hands clasping Harry’s arms for support.

Hermione knew she had overreacted, after all; the cooking was up to Harry indeed, the stress of the day had made her snap at him but the moment he took out his own pain and fears she felt like really suffocating, she should have taken a moment and ask him what was so wrong when he had first mentioned Azkaban but her hormones had took over-once again- and she had taken it too far without a reason, when Harry had screamed about what McNair wanted to do to her and their baby fear that hadn’t consumed her from the War’s time was back and inside her heart and that sent her gasping and losing control again.

The couple spent a few minutes in the middle of the kitchen, whispering apologies and breathing as one being, caressing each other carefully and relaxing their muscles from yet another awful day. Harry turned Hermione around and scooped her in his arms in bride-style. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and let him lead them in the bathroom, wandlessly, he filled the tab with warm water and with another wave the bottles on the edge of the tab emptied themselves inside the water, Harry smiled and kissed Hermione softly as he let her down carefully and they helped each other undress. Harry moved in the tab first and helped Hermione afterward; she smiled at him and sat in front of him. When they were settled Harry’s hands moved on Hermione shoulders and then slowly down her back and on her stomach, caressing the tiny lump there, if it was anyone else, he wouldn’t have noticed but Harry had learnt Hermione’s body in the past weeks well enough o notice the small change, he smiled at the thought and kissed Hermione’s cheek from behind her.

‘I’m sorry for yelling at you,’ Harry said honestly and Hermione smiled and looked at him from behind her shoulder, she and Harry were honest with each other, there was no reason to be stubborn and not to apologize as things were with her and Ron back then, she pecked Harry’s lips.

‘I’m sorry for being so pushy for the groceries, I overreacted.’ Hermione said but Harry shook his head.

‘No, I should have thought of the little one needing all the nutrients,’ Harry said as he stroked Hermione’s belly under the warm water. Hermione smiled and nuzzled her nose in Harry’s neck.

‘You were thinking of our little one, Harry, all day long, I know you did.’ Hermione said and Harry gave a forced smile, still the memory of McNair promising him hell made him shudder, Harry almost marveled at the thought of how much more fear he felt about his woman and their child instead of just his life, that was love, fearing more for them than himself.

‘I love you,’ Harry said suddenly and Hermione smiled and kissed him as she turned in his hug, now her legs were above one of his thighs, the small of her back touching the inside of his other thigh, she moved even closer to him as they both tightened their hug.

‘I know, we love you too, love,’ Hermione said when the kiss was over and she looked in Harry’s eyes. Harry smiled and kissed her again as one of his hands moved in her hair and the other above her stomach. After a few moments the kiss ended as Hermione’s stomach growled loudly. Harry laughed as Hermione chuckled and blushed.

‘I think someone is hungry,’ Harry said and rubbed Hermione’s belly, she chuckled again and nodded her head as she indeed needed some food to feed both her baby and herself. ‘What about Chinese?’ Harry asked and Hermione nodded enthusiastically, making Harry grin as he summoned the telephone and ordered a special meal for the couple and their hungry offspring as Harry joked on the phone having Hermione slapping his shoulder and splashing him with soaped water. Something she regretted once the order was given and Harry had about thirty minutes till the food was brought to their house for him to “punish” Hermione for her “outraging” behavior as he declared of her squeals of happiness.
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