A.N: hey guys!!! This is my first completed fanfiction and while I think it's pretty short, I hope you all enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and none of its characters belong to me. Though I wouldn't mind borrowing for a couple of days!!

Always There by: lollapaloozafanatic

Just as Harry walked though the door, I threw a shoe, aiming for his head. Unfortunately for me, he ducked before my favorite black heel could hit its target. It landed in the wall, its heel making a hole in my wall.

"What was that for?" he questioned me.

"What was that for?" I mimicked him becoming more hysterical by the moment. "That was for not telling me about you and Ginny working things out!" He paled and I allowed myself a smug smile. "Yeah. You know exactly what I'm talking about! How could you do this to me? I gave you everything when you were broken after she threw you out. I took care of you, pampered you, and catered to your every fucking whim. Then we started sleeping together and I thought that maybe- just maybe- you could love me…"

"I do love you, Hermione," he entered lamely.

I ignored him. "But no! After almost a year of being together, your wife decides she wants you back. And instead of standing up to her and letting her know that we were together, you meet her behind my back and now you two are getting back together. But what about me?" Now that my anger was fading away, the sadness of my situation began to creep up on me. "What about me?" I sobbed into my hands and sank to the couch in the living room where we were having this ill-fated argument.

A pair of strong arms came around me. At first I stiffed, but after a while I relaxed knowing that I may never enjoy having these arms around me again. That thought just made me sob harder.

"Shh…I know and I'm sorry," He lifted my chin so that I was facing him, "but I won't forget you. Never could, never will." Then he kissed me and I knew what he would be giving me: one last night with him. And I kissed him back hungrily because I wanted my last night just as bad as he did.

When we finished, Harry got and put his clothes back on while I watched with a broken heart. He came around to where I lay and kissed me on the forehead. I breathed in his Harry scent deeply.

"I really do love you, Hermione," he said, his eyes willing for me to believe it.

"I know. I love you too," I said fervently. And it was true. I did love Harry. I was just sorry that he would never know my secret:

I was carrying his baby.