When Hermione opened her eyes the next morning her head was aching.
I drank too much, she thought and then she remembered...
She wasn't lying in her bed, she wasn't even in her and Ron's house… she was in Harry's…
And the arms that were holding her wasn't her husband's arms…
She jumped from the bed and covered herself up with a sheet.
"What…" Harry sighed and opened his eyes. "Hermione…" When he saw her he smiled to her.
"Harry…" she just said warningly and stopped.
"Wait… wait…" He rubbed his eyes, sat on the bed and put his glasses on. "Didn't you… want that?" he stammered looking at her closely.
"What… what we've done… it was unacceptable!" she suddenly raised her voice.
"Don't yell at me… you wanted this as much as I did," he said.
"I know… that is what scares me…"
"Why? I thought you said you didn't love Ron."
"Harry… he's your best friend! He's my husband! I shouldn't have done that!"
She hurt him. She could sense that and see it on his face.
"Oh my God… I'm so sorry… Have you…"
"Yes, I do have feelings for you." He tried to stand up.
"Don't!" She closed her eyes. "Stay where you are!"
"Tell me what is it to the bloody hell that you want?" He raised his voice too.
"I… I don't know."
"Yes, you do, you're just too scared to admit it."
"We were drunk last night."
"So what? Alcohol just gave you more courage to do what you wanted to."
"But it was wrong!"
"So you prefer to be unhappy for the rest of your life?"
"And you prefer to lose your best friend now? After all of this? After the battle? After you two are finally getting along well after he left us in this tent?"
"I should've made a move on you back in that tent," he suddenly said.
"Oh my God! I can't believe it! You had Ginny back then!"
"It didn't work out, did it?"
"Do you want to say that…"
"That I love you? Yes, it's exactly what I want to say. I love you!"
"And you're willing to sacrifice everything you have? Your whole relationship with Weasleys for… me?"
"It's better than seeing you miserable for the rest of your life. It's better than seeing you with him, with his children when it all should be mine!"
"You're scaring me… it was… it was a mistake… I was vulnerable… you… you took advantage of the situation…"
"I did? You showed up in my door in the middle of the night!"
"Don't try to turn it all around so I think it's my fault!"
"I never said…"
"Just forget it!" She went to the door. "Where the hell are my clothes?" She asked while looking around.
"In the living room…" Harry sighed.
"God!" And she was gone. Just like that.
Gone for good… out of his life…
Did I just lose my friends – Ron and her? Because how could I see them when she… he thought and hid his face in his hands.
Hermione came back home having no idea what to do next.
Harry had awaken something in her and she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to look Ron in the eye again and what more… sleep with him.
God… she almost lost her balance.
"Hey… easy… were you even sleeping last night?" Ron got to the kitchen.
"W…what?" She turned round a little confused. "Ron… last night…"
"Sorry if I was snoring again," he just said. "I was waiting for you, but you weren't coming so I just fell asleep, I guess."
Oh my God, was he so pathetic that he hadn't even noticed that she'd been gone the whole night?
"Where's breakfast?" He yawned looking around and then looked at the clock. "Hermione!"
"What?" It was barely morning and she'd already had enough of him.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I'm an hour late for work!"
"Why didn't you wake yourself up?" Now she was starting another fight, great. Perfect beginning of this perfect day! She thought sarcastically.
But he didn't argue this time.
"Send me my breakfast to work by our owl!" he just said and teleported.
Fantastic, Ronald Weasley, she sighed and wanted to cry. Who was she? His private alarm clock every morning? His cook? His maid? She had a job too and she needed to get up in the morning to go there too. Good thing she had free day today…
"God… I won't stand it anymore!" she exclaimed and suddenly took the dirty plate that Ron had been eating dinner from last night and shattered it on the wall.
And then what? She had to clean it all up by herself!
Two days went by and she hadn't talked to Harry.
He didn't want to go to his job in the ministry because he would see Ron there… Maybe even her… so he'd taken a few days off. At least one of the advantages of being the Potter.
It seemed that they had perfect lives… Harry was an auror… Hermione was fighting for rights of all the creatures she could think of and Ron… Ron had got himself some paper work that his father had fixed for him, but it was better than nothing.
Harry didn't know what to do with his life from now on… or how to fix everything for that matter… He laughed when he thought that everything had been so much easier where they hadn't had time to deal with their personal lives because of Voldemort.
"Hermione… it's been more than a week! It's physically impossible for you not to be able to have sex for that long…"
"Ron… when I say it's a lady thing, it is a lady thing."
"End of discussion!" She shut the bathroom door right in front of his face.
Take a deep breath, girl, she thought and bent over the sink. It can't be happening... Why did I have to screw everything up like that?
She reached for her wand and sighed. Now or never, she had to know…
The spell was simple, it was supposed to tell her every detail with the exact hour of…
Please, please let it be… or maybe not? Maybe what she really needed what just this to help her make a decision she had to make eventually? She already knew the answer but she was too scared to admit it. It would complicate everything…
Harry heard knocking on his door.
Was it somebody from the ministry with a question why he'd been sick so long and hadn't even gone to a healer?
He raised from his sit. Last days had been blurry to him, he hadn't been doing anything special but drinking. Yes, exactly, the golden boy, the great Harry Potter had been drinking to forget. Could anybody blame him?
This day was different somehow, this day he was out of whiskey and didn't feel like going out shopping. Enough was enough.
He opened the door and…
"Hermione!" He couldn't help but smile to her. "I wasn't expecting you!"
"Harry…" He couldn't tell exactly if she was happy or scared or sad, she was like one big mix of emotions. "We have to talk…"
"Something's happened? What about Ron?" he asked closing the door behind her.
"Worse than ever… so it means there's no change," she said a little nervous.
"What is it?" he looked at her but she looked away. "Don't worry, I won't do anything until you make the first step so feel free to be save here," he raised his hands.
"But… ok, I don't know if you'll be happy of what I'm going to tell you but... I want you to know that it didn't influence my decision at all. It just… made it easier…"
"Made easier to do what exactly?"
"To leave him," she told him and he was stunned.
"What did you just…?"
"I'm leaving Ron. I cannot live a lie.
It took him a second to get to her to kiss her.
"And who said that would wait for me to make the first step?" She laughed when he stopped.
"I thought that was it." He smiled. "So, will you... do you…"
"Yes, Harry, I love you. I knew it the moment I walked inside your home last week, but there's something else you have to know… as I said… it just made my decision to leave Ron easier."
"I'm pregnant," she just said dropping it on him like a brick.
He wasn't able to say another word for a while.
"Harry?" she hesitated. "I thought you would be happy…"
"Is it… is it… mine?" he swallowed hard. His heart beating fast in his chest.
"Yes, it is yours. I'm sure of it. I haven't been with Ron… well… never mind… the spell I did… it told me the exact hour of conception. And I was with you."
He was just watching her face, unable to move.
"Oh my God… you aren't happy… are you?" She bit her lip looking down on the floor. "Ok… I… I'll go to Ron, tell him that it's his…"
"Are you crazy?... Actually, I think he's so stupid that he wouldn't even notice the problem with his child not having red hair, but…" Suddenly, they both burst into laugh.
"I'm sorry… that was a bad joke… I love you… nothing makes me happier than to have a child with you. What more… I always wanted to have a family and now I can give that to this little creature growing inside of you… you couldn't make me happier." He got closer to her and placed his hand on her belly, still flat for now.
"I'm glad, Harry," she whispered and kissed him.
He smiled and raised her up and placed her on the table.
He took off her pants and she took care of his flies.
"…don't want to wait…" she sighed so he just got inside of her without bothering with taking off the rest of their clothes. "Oh… I love you so much…" she whispered into his ear while having sex.
"We have to tell, Ron, you know that," she sighed with resignation. "And he won't take it well…"
"I can fix him with Lavander, maybe they still can…" Harry couldn't help making fun of Ron all the time. He was too happy to bother.
"I think I should be the one to tell him. Just me. You can come later."
"No, I should be there to make sure that he won't hurt you or the child."
"He's not like that…"
"Hermione, the horcrux we were wearing… it affected him the worst… he's exactly like that. I think when you push him in the right direction…"
"Well… we're fighting over a dinner when it's not ready on time…"
"God… I know he's my friend, but I'm starting to hate him for treating you like that. I would never be like him. With me… we'll be partners, you won't have to worry about anything. We can… you know… we can have a servant… then you won't have to do anything."
"With me fighting against using those poor creatures?" She bobbed her eyebrows.
"So we'll give some good elf a home… money… it'll be so happy that it'll do everything for us…"
"That would be using him, Harry…"
"Ok, if you don't want to, I can respect that."
"And for that I love you." She kissed him and stood up putting her clothes back on. "I'm going to see Ron."
"I'll be outside just in case," he told her also standing up.
"God, I love your body, you have so much better build…"
"Because I don't eat until I burst," he laughed. "There are more important things in life than devouring food…"
"Let me say it, Hermione… I'm sorry… I know I've been treating you like… well… house elf, but…"
"RON!" She had to raise her voice to make him stop talking.
"Yes?" he was baffled. "I'm listening."
"No, all you do is talking when I want to tell you something."
"I'm leaving you," she said that so fast that he needed a moment to understand her words.
"What?" he asked. "WHAT? You are joking, right?"
"No… I'm not… actually… I'm pregnant…"
"That's a wonderful news! I meant… I didn't want a child so fast, but what can we do, right? So, how can you even think about leaving me when you're pregnant? I mean… I can be better… I've just promised you that… I…"
"It's not your baby," she interrupted him.
"…and I can do some chores… like… I don't know… I can wash the dishes once and... wait… what?"
"Yes, I'm pregnant with a baby that isn't yours and I'm leaving you and I want you to know that the baby isn't the reason. I don't… I'm sorry… I don't love you, Ron."
He was standing there, in their kitchen, silenced.
"How do you know it's not mine?" he finally asked.
"I did a spell. I'm sure."
"That will be the hardest part…" she sighed. "Please, don't be mad… it's Harry…"
"HARRY? I KNEW IT! I JUST FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU TWO WERE ALWAYS SNEAKING OUT BEHIND MY BACK! HOW LONG, I'M ASKING?"
"Ron, calm down! We never did that! Just… last week!"
"JUST LAST WEEK? WHY THE HELL DID YOU EVEN MARRY ME?"
"Hey!" That was Harry. He just got inside. "Ron… calm down… don't yell at her, it was my fault."
"OF COURSE IT WAS! THE PRECIOUS CHOSEN ONE ALWAYS GETS WHAT HE WANTS!" Ron raised his wand against Harry.
"Ron… just stop…" Harry raised his hands. He didn't reach for his wand. Ron would act immediately if he even tried.
"Ron… don't hurt him…" Hermione squealed. "It won't change anything!"
Ron roared and threw a spell… Harry moved in the last moment and the spell bounced off the wall behind Harry… hitting Hermione.
"Hermione!" Harry screamed and got the her, but she'd already fallen on the ground. "What did you do?" he asked Ron who was standing there, with his wand still in his hand and pale on the face. "Hermione…" She was unconscious. "We have to get her to a hospital…"
"Harry… I didn't… I didn't want to hurt her… her baby…"
But Harry was already gone. He teleported with her.
"What happened?" Hermione opened her eyes and she found herself in the hospital bed. She looked around.
"Ssshhh… easy there…" Harry was sitting by her side. "Easy… you've been hit by Ron's spell… remember?"
"Oh my God… the child… Harry… please, tell me…"
"It's alright… it's gonna be alright. The child is fine. It's a strong one like his daddy." He smiled and brushed gently her cheek.
She smiled and fell down on the pillow with relief.
"Thanks God… and Ron?"
"Ron is… in kind of shock… that was too much for him but... he had the right to burst like that… I'm sorry that I didn't let him throw the spell on me…"
"It wasn't your fault… you acted instinctively," she reassured him. "I just… what will happen now? I mean… you two… we three… won't be friends anymore?"
"I don't see how it's gonna work, but maybe with time…"
"Where is Ron now?"
"He's in the hall. Full of guilt."
"Let him in."
"Hermione…" Ron got inside with strange face and flowers in his hands. "I… I am so so sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you… you know I wouldn't…"
"It's ok… I understand. I would probably act the same if I were you… just… sorry for letting you down like that… I didn't want it to happen… it just… happened…"
"I need time…" he said. "Lots of time alone… I don't want to see you two for a while. Maybe ever… I don't know…"
"We understand," Harry reassured him.
"I knew it. The truth is I always knew it. You two were too blind to see it, but you were perfect for each other, you know?" he suddenly said.
"And I thought you were delusional," Harry said shaking his head. "You were always jealous of us."
"Because I saw what you two didn't."
"Stupid us… it would save us a lot of trouble," Hermione sighed. "Why did you marry me, then?" she asked Ron.
"I had this stupid hope that I was delusional after all… that I… You were always so much better than me, I needed you…" he stopped. "I can't explain it."
"Ron? Harry? Hermione! I haven't see you for so long!"
They couldn't believe their own eyes when Lavander Brown just walked inside the room.
"Are you ok, honey?" she asked Hermione.
"Yes, what…" She looked at Ron.
"Don't look at me like that! I didn't bring her here!"
"Oh, stupid… I have my grandfather here… I was just passing by and I saw you inside so I thought I'd say hello… you two are married I've heard…" She looked at Ron and then at Hermione.
"Well… technically… we spit up, but it would take some more time to make it legal," Hermione replied and couldn't hide a smile.
"You think…?" Ron started.
"Yes, Ron, go with her, have some coffee. You need some distraction." She winked at him and they were gone.
"Harry… did you call her?" she asked him when they were finally alone.
"No… it's funny how life sometimes surprises us... isn't it?"
"Yes, it is…"