Who Am I?

"Oh Harry, I can't wait! We can totally redecorate the guest room that is by our bedroom. And then we can go out and buy the crib and the changing table and…and what else..oh yes the dresser and a nightstand. Oh of course we will need a rocking chair. Can you think of anything else dear?"

How Hermoine was so happy. She thought she couldn't be any happier when her and Harry started dating. Yet she became happier the day Harry asked her to be his wife, and even more when the two of them became man and wife. And now, even though she thought it to be impossible, she became even happier than all of those days combined. She was pregnant. She was going to give birth to her child. No, not her child, their child, Harry and her child. The child that was created from they love they shared. She was ecstatic.

"Yes Hermoine, we can do all that. But don't you think it wise if you went upstairs and rested a bit?" said a happy yet concerned Harry. After all he didn't want the love of his life and the mother of his future child to overtire herself.

"Oh, Harry I won't dear. Don't be such worrywart. I am too happy to go upstairs and lie down. Besides, we have so much do to. I have to make a doctor's appointment, call and tell Ginny and the rest of the girls, make a wish list for the baby, call and tell Mom and Dad. Oh we mustn't forget a name book. Oh I will need to get tons of books. And the….". But Harry stopped her before she could ramble of the books she would need. "Hermoine we have nine months to do it. But right now let's both go take a nap. You may not be tired from the news, but I am exhausted."

"Oh I guess you are right. Let's go. When I wake up I will call and tell Mom and Dad and then the girls." Harry then carried his Hermoine up the steps of their mansion and into the master bedroom.

About Five Months Later

"Well let's see. Everything looks really good. The baby is in a good position. Healthy heartbeat and if it is half as active as it is right now, it is in tip top shape. I will say Mr. and Mrs. Potter, you have one healthy, baby. A perfect pregnancy." Said Dr. Rae.

"Oh thank you doctor." Said Hermoine. Hermoine sat there holding Harry's hand looking at the monitor. There on the little TV was their child. Their perfect child.

"No problem Mrs. Potter. Just let me print you some pictures and you will be good to go. I will see you in one month. If there are any problems or you have any questions, do not be afraid to call, not matter what the time."

"Yes of course Dr. Rae. Even after the Dr. left and the nurse came in to clean Hermoine up, the couple could not stop staring at their child

"Not to much more longer. Just a few more months." said Harry. He was getting just as excited has Hermoine. Every time the baby kicked, he would run to feel. His eyes lit up like a child going into a candy store for the first time.

"Yes Harry I know. Seems like only yesterday we were telling Mom and Dad. At least every thing is in order. We do not have to worry about a thing."

"Yes I agree with you on that one.

Two Months Later

Hermoine screamed in pain. She heard labor contractions were painful but there was at least medicine the doctor gave you to make it less so. But Hermoine's water broke and she had to be rushed to the hospital. By the time she got her she was already 8cm dilated and there was no time for pain meds. But now just barely 1 hour later the doctor was telling her to push.

"Come on Hermoine, you can do this. Push, push. Bare down, harder Hermoine."

That doctor didn't know what he was talking about. She was pushing her hardest.

"Hermoine dear, you are almost there. Just a few more pushes and you are done and we can see our child." Came the calm voice of Harry. Harry was the one the got her through the labor. Hermoine was ready to tell the doctor to shove it, but Harry remained strong.

"10..9..8..7..That's it Hermoine! OK you can stop now. Good girl. You're done! And you have a beautiful baby girl! Congratulations!"

"You did Hermoine! We have a girl. A beautiful baby girl!" Harry was right. She was beautiful. She had those gorgeous green eyes like Harry yet near her pupils and on the very edge there was some brown. Then she also had Harry's hair. Yet, after she was all dry it was thick and bushy just like Hermoine's hair. She was the most beautiful baby in the whole nursery.

Later On

"Mrs. Potter, time to feed your baby girl." Said the nurse as she was wheeling in the cart. "Do you need me to show you how to align your breast and nipple and feed the baby or can you mange on your own?"

"I have been reading about the subject and I think I can manage on my own, but if I have any trouble, I will call you in.," replied Hermoine. Hermoine took her baby from the nurse, and remembering from what she read in the stacks of books began to feed her baby girl. She had a baby girl. Her own little girl she could play tea parties with and dress up with. She was so excited about the future. Then she remember her and Harry had yet to pick out a name. She glanced over to look at Harry. He was just sitting, smiling like an idiot. He was so happy. He had been smiling like that since their child was born.

Harry was in a state of bliss. Hermoine had given him the best gift she could. A child. Their child. A child they could both love and adore. Not just any child either, she had gave him a girl. A little sweet girl. The bundle of joy already had Harry wrapped around her pinky and in the palm of her hands when she had opened her eyes. Her eyes, which looked like her grandmother, Lily's, yet, had flecks of brown like her mother's near the pupil. Not to forget Grandpa Potter either, all the unruly black hair, and bushy on top of that. Poor child will go crazy in the summer time. Then Harry thought about the summer time, when all the kids were playing quidditch. Harry couldn't wait till he could teach his daughter how to play, and buy her a broomstick. Of course Hermoine would worry, but their daughter would have the best to teach her, one of Hogwarts finest seekers, Harry Potter. Then he thought about how their child would go to Hogwarts. Have all of Harry and Hermoine's teachers. Harry was getting so lost in thought about this that he didn't hear Hermoine call for him.

"Harry…Harry…HARRY!"

"Yes Hermoine, sorry I was lost in thought."

"I figured, planning when to buy her her first broom no doubt and figuring which position she should play for quidditch."

"You know me to well Hermoine,"

"I know I do dear, but you need to think of something a little more important dear"

"And what would that be?"

"Our daughter's name. We can't go around calling her "Girl Potter" all the time."

"Yes you are right. Do you like Jessica?

"Well I was thinking we should have her middle name be Lily. Does Jessica Lily Potter sound good to you?

"I think it sounds perfect. I love you darling."

"I love you too, Harry, and I love you Jessica Lily Potter."

"Yes Jessica, I love you." Said her father Harry. Jessica just looked up. She looked at the both of them. Yawned and then fell asleep, with her two loving parents watching over her.