DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. CREDITS TO CAIDYN LOCKENT AND J.K. ROWLING FOR THE PRETTY STARS AND HARRY POTTER RESPECTIVELY.
She didn't look anything like he expected. The first thing he noticed was how Estelle had little wisps of red hair on her head. Why? His hair was jet-black,
His wife's brown. Hermione handed over the teeny-tiny baby to him. He looked down at the newborn. Hermione watched him, hoping he wouldn't put two and two together.
Hermione! He's smarter than that! How can you live with yourself, that it's so easy for you to deceive him like that? Hermione thought. But it wasn't easy to live with.
Sure, Harry believed one hundred percent that the baby was his for the entire nine months. Sure, he couldn't have known that the baby would have red hair. And sure, he didn't know who the true father was. But Hermione did. And she had to live with it day by day. For nine entire months. She felt terrible. As much as she hoped he wouldn't find out, she knew he would.
"Hermione?" Harry's loving voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Yes, dear?" She replied, nervous.
"Do you remember why we named her Estelle?" She sighed a heavy breath of relief (in her head, of course) and smiled. "Remind me, Harry." "We loved to go out on clear nights, lie down, and just stare at the stars."
Hermione closed her eyes and pictured it. The two of them walked, hand in hand, up on a big hill, overlooking the city. They'd lay side by side, her head on his chest, his arm around her shoulders. They could look out to the horizon and see thousands of tiny blinking lights from the buildings, or they could look up, and see the most beautiful sight in the world. The stars.
She opened her eyes and saw harry staring at her intently. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then he looked at the ground. He stayed like that for a while.
"Did you and Ron ever look at the stars?" Harry spoke softly and suddenly, still looking at the ground. Hermione felt the tears spring into her eyes.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered, "so, so sorry."
Harry put the little bundle of pink blanket back in her arms.
"Hermione, Her middle name is Leviya. It has no meaning whatsoever, but you chose it because it's-" "Because it's a beautiful name. It sounds pretty. Yes." Hermione finished for him.
"A pretty sounding name for a pretty little girl. She's beautiful, she will be when she grows up, I know it," He stopped and sighed. He looked at Estelle and said, "I still love her. With all of my heart. Tell Ron to be a good father."
Harry got up, tears in his eyes, not willing to let his wife- his ex-wife- see him cry.
"Goodbye, Hermione. And Estelle." He kissed both on the forehead, and then got up to leave.
"Bye Harry." Hermione whispered understandingly. But it was too late. Harry was out of sight.