"Harry..." Hermione mumbled and rolled over in bed.

"Buon giorno, Principessa," Came Harry's voice. Hermione awoke suddenly.

"Oh. Hi," She said sleepily when she saw him.

"Do you need anything?" Harry asked and smiled at her.

"Nothing comes to mind," Hermione said slowly. "Why do you ask?"

"Well you said my name, so I figured you wanted something." Harry said with a shrug. He swung his legs out of bed and walked around the room, picking up his clothing that had been tossed around in the heat of the moment the night before. He picked up Hermione's clothes to and tossed them at her. "Flower print undies. Cute." Hermione blushed.

"Thanks." She said sheepishly. Harry sighed.

"You know what? It took us about a year to actually get this far." He laughed. "We are to prude to be allowed to live." Hermione laughed to.

"I agree."

"So you think we should die then?"

"Not for a while. I think I want to have a couple kids before I die." She decided. Harry didn't meet her eyes on that one.

"Let's get dressed." He said. Hermione threw herself off the bed and joined him in getting dressed, although she changed into clean clothes as they were in her room.

"You look pretty today." Harry commented.

"You flatter me." Hermione said with another blush. "But while we're on the topic, you are gorgeous to."

"Gorgeous? Me?" Harry said and pointed to himself.

"Yep! You." Hermione said. "I love you!"

"Why thank you. I love you to!" He kissed her.

"What is Ron going to say?" Hermione said.

"Forget that. I'm more worried about how many of my bones he's going to break." Harry said. Hermione chuckled.

"Nonsense." She said. "You didn't kill Ron when I dated him."

"Yes, but you never slept with him."

"True."

"You know I'm always right." Harry said.

"In your own little world." Hermione said. Harry glared at her sarcastically.

"Maybe we shouldn't tell him about last night."

"Why?"

"I dunno. It sounds like more fun."

"And then what if he catches us shagging?" Hermione said and raised an eyebrow.

"Then we're screwed." Harry said. Hermione let out a short laugh. She clutched her stomach and pretended to puke.

"Oh the puns!" She moaned. "I can't take the puns." Harry threw his robes on over his head and walked over to Hermione on the other side of the room.

"Honey, I have to go on a business trip for a couple of weeks." Harry said.

"Where? Am I allowed to visit?" Hermione asked.

"Majorca, and this is a training, so no friends or loved ones are allowed to come." Harry said.

"Well that sucks." Hermione said.

"You can still write me letters." Harry pointed out.

"That's true. When do you have to leave?" She asked.

"Right now," Harry whined.

"I'm going to miss you." Hermione said.

"I'm going to miss you more." Harry shot back.

"I doubt it." Hermione said. "Do you really love me Harry?"

"More than you'll ever know." Harry replied. "Do you love me Hermione?"

"Yes, always and forever." Hermione said. They kissed. When they broke, they looked deep into each other's eyes. Hermione had a twisted feeling in her stomach that she didn't like. Something was telling her that she wouldn't ever be seeing Harry again.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, sensing something wrong.

"Promise you'll come back?" Hermione said, getting teary for no obvious reason.

"I shall always come for you." Harry replied. They embraced and kissed again. "Now, I really do have to go." Harry broke the hug.

"Goodbye Harry, I love you."

"I love you too." And with a snap Harry was gone.


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'HARRY POTTER MISSING; PRESUMED DEAD'



Hermione read the newspaper in shocked dis belief three months later. This can't be true, she repeated in her mind. She new Harry had been missing, she hadnt seen him since the morning he went to the training for his work. But dead? That couldn't be true. No, it couldn't possibly be true.

There was a knock at Hermione's door to her Hogsmeade apartment. She stood up shakily and opened it. Ron was standing there.

"Oh Hermione!" He cried and threw his arms around her. "It's true! They found some blood…it matches his." Ron started to cry. Hermione felt like she was spinning around in circles. Tears started to drip silently down her cheeks, mingling with Ron's.

"No!" She whispered. "No, no, no, no, no!"

"Oh, Hermione." Ron choked out. "It'll be okay."

"No!" She sobbed. "You don't understand, Ron. I'm- I'm- I'm pregnant."

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"Okay, Hermione. Push!" Said the nurse in the delivery room of Mungo's hospital.

"I am pushing, damn it!" Hermione screamed. Ron squeezed his eyes shut. This was gross. "Ron! Come here!" Ron obeyed the pregnant lady's command. He was a bit afraid of her. When he reached her side he offered her his hand which she took and squeezed with enough power to crush his fingers.

"Just a bit further, honey! The baby's almost out!" The doctor said. Hermione couldn't hold back her yells of pain anymore.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THIS TO ME!" She yelled and gripped Ron's hand tighter still. "HARRY POTTER! WHEREVER YOU ARE, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!"

"Congratulations," The nurse said in a surprised voice after a minute of Hermione cursing and yelling Harry's name in hate. "You have a beautiful baby girl. And a handsome baby boy." They cleaned the newborns off and set them in their mother's arms. The baby girl opened it eyes. They were Harry's. Hermione began to cry as she looked at her baby daughter.

"She is beautiful." Ron said from somewhere near Hermione's shoulder.

"Ron, I don't know if I can do this. They both look so much like-" Hermione started.

"Shh- shhh. You'll be a wonderful mother." Ron said.

"Thank you Ron. Would you like to be their- godfather?"

"I'd love to." Ron said. "What are you going to name her?"

"I don't know. What do you think of- Angela and James?" Hermione asked.

"Those are both perfect." Ron said and looked at the baby boy that already had a little mound of black fuzz on his head.

"Angela Marie Granger and James Brian-no, no, no James Gregory Granger."