"Harry!" her shrill voice pierced the night air. "Oh my God! Harry!"

Harry Potter bolted from his bed, blindly running through the halls of his home at Grimmauld Place.

"Harry!" she screamed again, sobbing loudly.

He picked up the pace and tripped down the stairs. Hastily jumping to his feet he raced through the hall.

"I'm coming, 'Mione" he called out, breathlessly, as he neared the kitchen. He threw open the door, and froze.

"Oh Harry, get it," Hermione cried, sitting on top of the counter top, hugging her knees to her chest.

"Get what?" he rasped out bewildered, looking around the empty room.

"There it is!" she shrieked, shaking violently, as she pointed behind him.

Harry turned slowly, and met the small liquid black eyes of a small brown mouse.

"Hurry!" Hermione cried from behind him, as the tea kettle began whistling loudly from the stove.

Startled, the mouse tore through the open door and down the hall.

Harry faced the shaking women, "it was only a mouse, Hermione."

"I know," she whimpered, letting her feet touch the floor.

"I didn't know you were afraid of mice," he asked her, watching her stand again.

"Well, I am," she shuddered, "after Scabbers, I can't stand anything rodent."

Harry reached his arms out for her and she ran to him. He held her close, loving the way the slight bump of her stomach felt pressed against him. She sighed happily, and kissed him on the cheek.

"I was getting up for a cup of tea," she told him. "Would you like one?"

He nodded and she turned to tend to the boiling kettle. He watched her, observing the how her dressing gown was stretched across her stomach, the first outward signs of the little one they would be welcoming into the world in another five months. He couldn't help but smile thinking about that day. He was going to be a daddy, and this beautiful woman was the mother of his child.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked him, handing him a steaming cup.

"I was just thinking," he took a sip of the tea.

"About what?" she asked, brown eyes meeting his.

"That it's a shame that you don't like rodents. I think that our baby would do well with her very own pet ferret," he grinned at her, then kissed her nose.

"No rodents," she smiled up at him, resting a hand on her stomach. "I think he would like a nice, big, furry cat."

"That so?" Harry asked her, placing his cup on the counter. She nodded. "Well, if she really wants a cat, than who am I to tell her no?"

Before she could respond, he kissed her soundly.

"Let's go back to bed," she breathed out, tugging on his arm.

The Potters left the kitchen, giggling and kissing.