Hermione
4 Weeks Pregnant
Hermione walked Harry to the outside of the wards where he could apparate away. She had held his hand the entire walk, and she found she didn't quite want to let go of the comfort he provided yet. She could feel tears watering her eyes again for no reason at all, except maybe that he was leaving. That was a bit silly, wasn't it?
He looked down at her, his free hand brushing her curls behind her shoulders. "Are you okay?"
She sucked in a deep breath and nodded. "I just feel like I want to cry for some reason."
"You can, if you want."
Like his words were the permission her eyes needed, tears started rolling down her cheeks. "No but I didn't want to cry again!" She sobbed at him.
He pulled her close, pulling his Auror robe open slightly so it closed around them both. He held her tight slowly stroking her back. "It's going to be okay, Hermione. You're going to do wonderful in all your classes, and then you'll be awesome at whatever you decide the next step is- and you'll have me and a baby who are going to love you and support you every step of the way."
She laughed and sniffled pulling back and patting his chest. "Sometimes Harry, you say the exact right thing."
He reached up to wipe away her tears. "I'm going to write you, probably too much. The trials are almost all over but we're still pretty busy at MLE. Write me back and answer my floo calls okay?"
She nodded. "Okay."
"Remember you're not alone, I'm going to come as often as possible and we'll see what your quarters look like next time I come then we can set up a cot or small bed so I could sleep over if you need me. And even if I'm not coming, just send your patronus with a message and I will come immediately. Okay?"
Hermione nodded again. "I've got it Harry. Don't worry."
"Well I'm off then." He paused then leaned down to kiss her cheek before straightening up and apparating away with a crack.
Hermione stood there a long time before heading in, her hand pressed against her cheek where he had kissed her. Remembering the heat of his mouth on her.
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Harry Potter
December 2, 1998
12 Grimmauld Place
Harry was exhausted as he entered his house, the living room was completely dark and Ron was sitting there brooding.
He was not up to handling Ron and had no idea of what to say to him. Harry just decided to ignore Ron and tried to walk past him to his room to go to sleep.
He was halfway across when Ron jumped up and shoved him into the wall, Harry reacted immediately shoving Ron back hard.
"What the hell mate? You slept with my girlfriend?" Harry stared at Ron and his hands slowly curled into fists.
"Your sister cast a spell that caused me to sleep with our best friend!"
"How many times did you sleep with her?" Harry smacked his hand over his eyes.
"For Merlin's sake Ron please tell me you didn't ask her this shit!"
"She's like my sister. I love her like a sister!" Ron mimicked Harry's voice. "You have a pretty fucked up idea on how to be with your sister!"
"You're not even making any sense. Hermione didn't betray you and neither did I. We had no choice in what we did. Look you want me to say I'm sorry? Fine I'm sorry."
Ron started to cry standing there, his hand coming up to cover his face. "You ruined my life, Harry. The life I was suppose to have- you just took it away from me."
Harry felt all his anger rush through him at the unjust accusation, all the reasons he had to be mad bubbling up. Ginny for screwing up all his friendships. Hermione for not answering his letters. Hermione for not wanting to marry him. Ron for being so stupid he blamed Harry. Ron for being an idiot he probably said this same shit to Hermione and that's why she had been so fragile after the idiot stormed off.
"You want to blame someone for ruining your life? Look at your damn sister! None of this would have happened if she hadn't cast that bloody spell!"
"She cast it because she wanted to make you happy!"
There was a rush of wind as Harry's magic exploded out of him, and ominous cracks sounding through the room. Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth pulling his control back desperately. He was panting when he could finally open his eyes and looked into Ron's shocked face.
"Yeah mate, I'm real fucking happy now." He turned and stomped off to his room, throwing off his robe to the chair next to the bed falling into bed almost fully dressed. He pulled a pillow over his face and screamed into it until his voice gave out.
Hugging it close as he fell asleep.
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Harry Potter
October 31st 1998
Harry laid on the big bed his arms above his head, relaxed, feeling Hermione kissing along his chest.
"I remember when I first saw you, I knew you were going to be special to me." She stroked him lightly, her tongue tracing along the skin of above his belly button.
"Even then though, I couldn't really know…" She paused sucking slightly lower now on his navel, before moving on with her kisses.
"How much I would love you." She nudged him to spread his legs wider as she settled between them, her own legs bent and her feet rocking back and forth. She met his eyes and held his gaze as she stuck out her tongue and touched it delicately to the tip of his cock. He shuddered, at the sensation and the look of lust in her eyes.
"Tell me what you want me to do, love." She smiled teasingly at him.
"Take me in your mouth. Suck me." She licked her lips and opened her mouth, slowly sliding down on his cock until he hit the back of her throat. She gave a soft hum that he felt vibrate along his cock. Fuck. He trembled with the effort it took to keep himself still and not thrust up into her mouth.
She was determined to torture him, slowly gliding her mouth to the top, swirling her tongue around the head, licking the slit at the tip of his cock, before just as slowly sliding back down. He gave a grunt, when she came back up, her hand cupping his balls to play with them. She stuck her tongue out again, this time starting at the base of his cock and licking slowly upward along the vein all the way to the tip.
Fuck, okay he was done. He jumped up and tackled her back, hearing her laugh.
"You tease, you went slow on purpose!"
She leaned up to kiss him just as slowly and wetly on his mouth, licking against his tongue before pulling back to whisper against his ear.
"I just love taking my time when I suck your cock."
"Argh! You're going to make me come before I want to!" He put one hand over her naughty mouth, and used the other to pick up her leg, keep it high so he could fuck her hard.
He slid in her and she was wet and hot around him, clamping down on his cock as she moaned. He pulled out and thrust back in hard, setting a punishing pace. He took his hand off her mouth to cradle her head as he fucked her. He pressed his face against her, damn beautiful witch.
"I love you, I love you, I love you." He repeated it over and over as he thrust inside of her, feeling her pussy spasm around him as he tried to get as deep inside her as he could.
He felt his balls tightened and shoved deep as he came, filling her with his come. She reached up and stroked his hair as he panted above her.
"I love you too."
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Hermione Granger
December 3rd 1998
4 Weeks Pregnant
Hermione shook her hand hurriedly, to try to get the cramp out. Madam Pomfrey stared at her bemusedly.
"You do know Miss Granger, there won't be a test on this information? And I do have some pamphlets and books for you to read."
Hermione nodded not looking up from the parchment as she scribbled all the information down. "I just don't want to forget anything. I need to talk to Harry about some of this too."
Pomfrey gave a soft smile at that. "Of course, my dear. I'm glad to see he will be so involved as a father."
Hermione briefly glanced up to give a wry smile, thinking of Harry's abrupt marriage demand. "I don't think I have to worry about his involvement."
She glanced at the stack of books Pomfrey had provided, noting their titles. "Which one of these covers the runic tattooing?"
"Oh I don't have one of those on hand actually, I'm writing to a colleague in France about it, most witches do not consider those to be an option."
Hermione thought about the information Pomfrey had provided, the tattoos really seemed to be only a benefit. "Why wouldn't they?"
"Mainly due to physical and social constraints, the ritual tattooing can be a bit arduous and painful. Then once completed its irreversible. There used to be a lot more runic tattooing done in the magical community in the 1600s but from the early 1700s to present there's been a … negative view of the magic. Even now it has a close association with Dark magic. What's the first thing you think of when you consider a magical mark?"
Hermione's mind instantly provided the image of Lucius Malfoy sticking out his arm to call Voldemort. "I see what you mean."
Pomfrey continued her explanation. "Even among muggles tattooing has taken on negative connotations- so many especially, in Britain no longer use that kind of magic. Favoring shorter spells or charms. Runic tattooing remined a bit more popular in France, which is why I'm reaching out to colleagues there for some reference material. If that was something you were interested in having done, you would likely have to travel to France or even the Netherlands depending on the complexity. Experienced practitioners of runic tattoo magic are very rare and specialized."
Hermione nodded thinking about the upcoming winter break, if after more research it was something she wanted to pursue that would be the perfect time to get it done.
"Now, I saved this topic for last, because it's extremely important."
Hermione's quill raised expectantly as she stared at Pomfrey waiting for her to speak.
"You might have noticed its rare to see a pregnant witch up and about. During later pregnancy as the baby grows, our magic weakens briefly. There is some speculation this is a natural evolution to keep accidental magical bursts from harming the baby. However, once you reach the final trimester, it will be difficult to cast even basic spells- cleaning, cosmetic, and physical comfort spells will be very difficult. More complex magic – defensive, offensive and transportation spells will be impossible. Portkey travel will induce extreme illness and nausea. As such you will be very vulnerable during this period of time almost like a muggle."
Hermione's eyes were wide, her mouth half open as the quill dripped ink onto the paper. "What! Why did I not know this before! Why is this not taught!"
Madam Pomfrey gave a small chuckle. "We don't have any obstetrics courses, Miss Granger."
Hermione sat back completely shocked by the information that she was about to essentially become a muggle in just a few months. Fear bubbled inside her, and she wrapped her arms around herself. She still brought her wand everywhere with her and had nightmares about the war, the idea of being defenseless and pregnant was extremely daunting.
Pomfrey gave her a considering glance, then continued. "Because of the vulnerability of such a time many witches choose to seclude themselves at the end of their pregnancies- venturing out rarely. The majority of time spent behind the protective wards of their home."
Hermione had dropped her quill, not even noticing the black ink smudging her careful notes, her hand was over her mouth as she tried to think of what this would mean for her. The last trimester was the last three months of the pregnancy – which for her meant April, May and June.
Hogwarts was safe.
The image of the protective wards falling during the battle and the towers still being rebuilt flashed into her mind. She shuddered.
Harry was just here yesterday; she couldn't call him back again the very next day because she was having anxiety.
I can handle this. I'm not going to panic. I'm okay.
"Are you okay my dear?"
No, I'm scared out of my mind at the idea I won't be able to apparate or defend myself when I'm six months pregnant!
Hermione forced a wooden smile. "Yes, fine. Just a lot to think about."
"Don't hesitate to come to me with any concerns and as soon as that book gets in I'll let you know."
Hermione nodded numbly and started to gather all her things. She still had two more classes to attend and then she was moving out of the head girl's room. It had been hard to talk to the headmistress and give up the position of Head Girl. It had been an achievement she always wanted, yet she knew she wouldn't be able to manage as her pregnancy progressed. And how would it look anyway? A pregnant Head Girl?
She gave a wave to Madam Pomfrey as she left, keeping her head down as tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. She dashed at them angrily, as she walked down the hall, pausing in front of a window and leaning against the sill for a moment.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her hand over her stomach. Her mind gave her an image of Harry laying on the ground with his Auror robe pulled over his face and she laughed to herself.
You'll have me and a baby who are going to love you and support you every step of the way.
She heard the words as if he was whispering them in her ear. She nodded to herself resolutely. Her, Harry and the baby were going to be fine.
She opened her eyes to continue to the Head Girl rooms and came face to face with Ginny.
Hermione stared at her, so many conflicting feelings towards Ginny bubbling up she wasn't sure how to react.
Ginny flicked her gaze over her. "Ron told me you were pregnant."
Hermione's jaw tightened. Okay. Fine, thanks Ronald.
She didn't reply to Ginny just continued to stare.
Ginny huffed and continued. "Look. I'm sorry for what happened to you. But have you considered what you're doing to Harry?"
Hermione's hand fisted on the strap of her bag while the other tightened on her wand.
"What I'm doing to Harry?"
"You're trapping with your baby. You know there are other options? This isn't the dark ages; you don't have to stay pregnant- unless that's really what you're after. Trapping him with you."
Ginny took away your choices and mine.
How much of what Harry did was because he really wanted to- and how much of it was because she was pregnant? Damn tears were threatening again. She hadn't cried this much since that time in the damn tent with a horcrux. But then Harry had been with her constantly.
There are these things that keep my world right, and you're one of them.
Harry wanted to be with her through this, he wanted to. She had told him she could handle it on her own but he still wanted to be with them. Ginny didn't know what she was talking about.
"When you started writing in the diary in your first year, I felt sorry for you. A young girl duped by evil people. But you're not that little girl anymore Ginny, and I would have thought you would have learned your lesson not to mess with things you don't understand. You're in your seventh year and you made the exact same mistake." Hermione shook her head.
"I've already told Harry he is under no obligation to me; his actions have been his choice." Her voice came out confident despite the fears she kept hidden.
"No! You're making him- "
"MISS WEASLEY!" Headmistress McGonagall stormed up to them grabbing Ginny's arm at her elbow. "To my office, right now. Good day Miss Granger."
McGonagall dragged Ginny off and Hermione heard Ginny start sobbing as they got further down the hall.
She rubbed at her temple where a headache was starting to form. She just had to get through this day, and then tomorrow would be better.
Hermione finally made it to the Head Girl rooms, breathing a sigh of relief. Just a brief nap before she went to her next classes.
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October 31st 1998
The Room of Requirement
Hermione Granger
Hermione sat in the middle of the large bed, tears rolling down her face and sobs choking her. Harry's arms were tight around her as he rocked her, humming softly to her.
"I just- I just don't want this night to end."
"I know, love. But you know what's going to happen when the sun rises?" She trembled against him, it had been so long since she felt fear like this was it was difficult to manage.
Harry kissed the top of her head. "When the sun rises we'll still be together, just like we always have been."
She pulled back to look into his eyes. "You promise?"
He reached out and stroked the tears slowly off her cheeks. "I promise, love. You're never going to be without me."
Hermione threw her arms around him, kissing him desperately. His hands still stroked her back, trying to help her calm down, but the edge of desperation was so keen at the moment, the feel of his tongue stroking against hers just heightened the grief she felt.
Her hand slipped between their bodies to stroke him, feeling him respond as he always did with her. She adjusted her position before lowering, feeling him slowly penetrate her. When she was seated fully, she fisted his hair, pulling his head back to look into her eyes.
"Make me forget this has to end." She begged.
Harry's hips started bucking up into her, as he kept her gaze, letting her see how deeply he loved her.
"There is no end between you and me."
Hermione panted and nodded her hands moving to dig into his shoulders as he made love to her. The words repeating in her mind like a prayer.
There is no end between you and me.
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12/3/1998
Harry Potter
12 Grimmauld Place
Harry crouched down by the fire place for the floo call with Hermione. She was talking to him, so the anxiety he had dealt with when she wasn't responding to his letters should have gone, but it was still there poking him at him.
He couldn't escape the feeling something was wrong and she wasn't telling him.
"So your day was okay?"
"Very busy, but okay. I got so much information from Pomfrey… I need to tell you all of it but I'm just so tired Harry. Maybe we can talk more tomorrow? Or I'll write you?"
It was like an alarm going off in his head, Hermione had information she wasn't telling him immediately? Disaster.
"Hermione…"
"Yes?" She gave a tired smile.
Maybe it was the baby. What did he know? He needed to get books on his own and not rely on Hermione to tell him things. Tomorrow after work he would go and buy out everything at the bookstore.
"I want to come stay with you this weekend if that's okay?"
She seemed to cheer up at that nodding. "That would be great, we could read some of these books I've gotten together."
He smiled at her. "I'm looking forward to it."
She laughed. "That's not what you usually say when I make you read something."
He shrugged. "Experience has taught me, that when you want me to read something, its definitely something I want to know."
She had a small half smile on her face as she stared at him, almost as if she was remembering something else.
"I can't wait to see you Harry, even though you just came yesterday and the weekend will be here in two days."
Harry wanted to reach through the fire and hug her. He cleared his throat.
"Me either. I'll talk to you tomorrow again, okay?"
She nodded. "Bye Harry, talk to you tomorrow."
Harry pulled back from the fire and sat down with a thump. He thrust a hand through his hair, fisting and tugging on the ends of the strands, the slight pain helping him focus.
He had to get better at this, but he was still worried about saying the wrong thing to Hermione so he couldn't push as hard. Had something happened? Or was it his own insecurities that made him think that and she was just tired?
He needed to get something that could allow them to communicate more freely than letters or floo calls. He'd have to ask around and see what ideas he could get.
The front door closed and Ron walked in, pausing when he saw Harry on the floor in front of the fire place.
They stared at each other, and Harry waited for Ron to start another scene. Finally, Ron moved coming to sit on the edge of the couch behind Harry, his elbows resting on his knees.
"You were talking to Hermione?"
"Yeah."
"Is she okay?" Harry paused considering him.
"Is there a reason she wouldn't be okay?"
Ron shrugged not meeting his eyes. "I accidently told Ginny that she was pregnant and …"
"Bloody hell, Ron. Don't you think its Hermione's business to be telling people she's pregnant?"
"Like I said, it was an accident. So, she's okay?"
"She was tired, she looked stressed but she seemed okay. She didn't say anything about Ginny."
Ron nodded, his stance still tense, he finally met Harry's eyes, his blue eyes determined.
"Before this mess happened, me and Hermione were happy, Harry. I'm not letting this stop us from being together. You didn't want her, you said you didn't even feel that way for her. I want you to tell me you're willing to support me and her getting back together."
Harry paused, swallowing hard. "Things have changed Ron."
"So you only want her because she's pregnant with your kid. You don't want her for her. Can't you see that's not right Harry? I promise we would never cut you out of your child's life, you know we're all family already anyway."
Harry hesitated, his friendship with Ron was already in shambles and he was about to wreck it even further. Shit.
No more hiding, just say it.
"Ron, I do want her for who she is, what this whole thing did was open my eyes to how I truly felt. I didn't mean to lie, maybe I was hiding it from myself because I knew how you felt. But I've always cared deeply for Hermione. I can't – I won't support you getting her back, because well… Because I love her."
Ron stood up, looking down at Harry with a disgusted expression.
"I can't believe you would do this to her or to me. She was my girlfriend before this- and she's going to be my girlfriend after this. You don't get to just change your mind and get her because my sister did a stupid spell."
Ron was so bizarrely confident in his statement it made Harry's chest hurt. What if Hermione did love him? He remembered Hermione's jealousy when Ron had dated Lavender, the times she had gone off to cry over him.
Then he remembered the look in her eyes, before he left her at Hogwarts yesterday. She had wanted him to comfort her, she hadn't wanted to let go of his hand.
He wasn't going to just give up and let Ron have her.
"It's not your choice or mine who Hermione ends up with. If she chooses you…" He cleared his throat. "If that's her choice, then okay. That's her choice. But I'm not stepping aside for you."
"Some friend you are."
Harry let the words hit, without saying anything back as Ron walked off. He had fought and made up with Ron so many times through the years that the idea that this would be the last fight, to truly break up their friendship was one he hadn't wanted to consider. As he watched Ron disappear up to his room he wondered now though if their friendship would survive this.
How would Hermione react to this from Ron? If choosing Harry mean Ron was out of their lives, would she still make that choice?
The anxiety felt like it was stabbing him now, he got up slowly from the floor. Each step to his room was difficult, his feet dragging.
For the second day in a row, he shrugged off his rob and fell in to bed dressed. Tomorrow had to be better.
October 31st 1998
Room of Requirement
Harry Potter
Harry sat with Hermione on his lap buried deep inside her as her nails dug into his shoulders.
"Harder please." She asked so prettily for him to fuck her hard. He held her as he bounced her on his lap, feeling her hard nipples drag across his chest. His hand slid down her back to cup her ass, tilting her so that the angle of penetration changed and she gave a loud cry of pleasure.
"Don't stop, don't stop." She chanted as thrust into her over and over. Her pussy clenched on his cock and he grunted holding his orgasm back. His thrusts sped up; the slap of their flesh was loud in the otherwise quiet room.
He felt it when she started to come, the shudder running through her body as her nails dug even more sharply into his back. The feel of her tight pussy, the knowledge he gave her pleasure and the slight tinge of pain from her nails pushing him over the edge to his own orgasm, holding her close in his lap as he came inside her.
Hermione laid her head on his shoulder, her fingers trailing lightly over the indents her nails left on his back in apology.
"You're right you know."
He gave an inquisitive hum, too relaxed to speak. Hermione pulled back to look into his eyes, her brown eyes soft with love for him.
She lightly caressed his face. "There is no end between you and me."