Amazing by SunSarah

Disclaimer: I don't own HP. Wish I did…but nothing I can do about it.

Something amazing was supposed to happen, of that she was sure. Or so everyone said. Anything was better than what was happening. When you go through this, they said, that you automatically felt more love for the little person coming out of you, than anyone in the world. But Hermione, even though she did love her child, she wasn't sure if she was what was best for her little boy. Sure, she wanted to keep her baby, but considering that his father probably wanted her and him dead certainly didn't help matters.

A few hours later Hermione made up her mind. He needs me. And I probably need him just as much as he needs me right now…If not more so. No matter the circumstances of his birth, he's still half mine. And I love him. Her thoughts ended there a her still unnamed baby began to whimper in her arms. She smiled, rocking him getting him to settle down. "When you're older, I'll tell you all about your paternal family. But until then, you don't need to know anything about them until you're ready. My sweet Aiden Drake."

"So you've finally named him?" Hermione looked up to find Harry staring at her from the doorway of her hospital room.

"Yeah. I wanted to give him a name that means something. Aiden Drake means 'Fiery Dragon.'"

Harry's eyebrows rose. "Isn't that a little too close for comfort at Malfoy's name?"

"I wanted him to have something of his father. Just because Draco abandoned me doesn't mean that I have to punish Aiden by ignoring his father. It probably is a little close…but I wouldn't change it now. I've already decided on it. I'm happy with it, and so is this little guy." Hermione smiled at the little boy, stroking soft strands of barely visible blonde tufts of hair on his head. "It's not like I'm damning him by naming him after his father in a way."

Harry nodded, walking over to the pair and touching the baby's soft cheek. "You're going to be a great mother Herms. I know it…But I also know that you can't keep up with a job and having a life with Aiden."

Hermione stopped caressing her baby. "What your saying is that you don't think I can do it."

"No! What I mean is, is that you don't need to. Hermione, when Ginny died last year I was heartbroken. She left me with a son that I didn't know how to raise, and I felt a if everything was on my shoulders. And I don't want you feeling the same way. What I'm trying to say is, is that I want you to marry me, that way you won't know what that feels like." Harry let his eyes travel to the floor and then back up to her brown eyes.

She smiled sadly. She knew that raising Liam had been hard on him. But he had also had Molly and her for help. "I know it's going to be hard Harry, but I'm not afraid."

He shook his head. "You don't get it Hermione. I need you too. I've realized slowly, with the help of Liam, that love is hard to come y, and I've been lucky enough to find it twice, twice Hermione! And I can only hope that you can, in time, return those feelings."

Hermione had almost been expecting that. She knew he had been trying to get closer to her ever since Draco had gotten out of the picture. She loved Draco still, no matter what he would do to her, but something was growing for Harry, of that she was sure. "Harry, I may not fully love you the way that you love me, but I will marry you, If only for our children." She smiled. She did want to marry him. He would be a good father to Aiden, more so than any Draco Malfoy ever could.

Draco Malfoy was in deep crap. Literally. Hiking in Romania probably wasn't the best idea of the century. But still, he dragged on to get out of the mounds of manure that his Italian boots were covered in. Father better be pretty damned happy to see me when I get up there. Draco had been hiking for three days to get to the top of the mountain, and he was getting more and more pissed off with each step. When he finally did get to the top, he saw a camp site. Complete with around twenty tents and about three or four fires burning. He looked over the area. He couldn't see his father, but knew he was here. He had to be, otherwise all of Romania would shake with his fury. Yup, that's what he'd do.

Draco walked up to, what looked like the largest tent of them all, and stood outside. "Father? Are you in here?" A few more minutes later, Draco's patience was waning. "Malfoy what are you doing here?" He turned around to find the Weasel glaring at him. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here Weasel? Shouldn't you be out making sure your shack doesn't tumble to the ground?" One eyebrow raised. Ron's ears turned bright red. "If you're looking for your jack-ass of a father he's in the blue tent." He fumed, then turned tail and stalked off, well as much as the redhead could.

"Weasel! Which blue tent!" Great. Just flipping great.

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