Regret It, I Think Not

By: PotterChickeydey

"Mum?"

"Yes, Dear."

"Do you ever regret marrying Dad?"

"Harry?" Came a voice from behind him.

"Yeah, Hermione." Harry was stretched out on the couch in the Head common room.

"I'm scared." Harry turned his head and saw the tears in her eyes and the pink glow around her stomach. "It's..."

"mine. I know." Harry replied.

"You don't have to..." She said, quietly.

"I know." He cut her off.

"I'm not going to make you..."

"Stay. I know I want..."

"to. But are you..."

"sure? positive."

"It's going to be..."

"hard. I know. Can't be harder than defeating..."

"Voldemort." Hermione finished his sentence and a long silence followed.

"We can wait..." Hermione finally said.

"to marry. We will wait until you and I are both..."

"Ready. Thanks."

"I'll take care of you both."

8 months later-

"Harry, it's time."

"I'll grab the suitcase, call Ron and St. Mungos, and we can take the van." Harry rushed out off to take care of things. 5 minutes later, he rushed back into the living room, grabbed their coats, his keys, and her suitcase, and rushed out the door, leaving it unlocked behind him. Hermione counted. "10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,..." Harry threw the door opened and rushed back in to help her off the couch. "Sorry, Hon."

"It's okay, dear."

36 hours later-

Harry paced up and down the waiting room. The doctors had finally threw him out when he started to hyperventilate. He was now more nervous then ever. He turned around and ran smack into Mr. Weasley. "Harry, you can go in now." Harry yelled and jumped into the air. He raced off into the maternity ward of St. Mungos. Laying on the bed, Hermione had two bundles nestled under her arms. "Harry, I'd like to introduce you to your new son and daughter." Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Here was the most wonderful sight in the world. These angels were his. He couldn't believe it. He walked, shyly, up to Hermione's side and wrapped his arms around her. He looked at his two children, with amazement in his eyes. "He has my hair with your coloring and your eyes and she has your hair with my coloring and my eyes. Can you believe their ours, Hermione."

"No, I can't believe their really our."

45 years later-

"Mum, do you ever regret marrying Dad?"

"Regret it, I think not." Hermione said smiling at her husband rocking his newest great-grand daughter in their old rocking chair.