Author: charmedbywits

Title: Intertwined

Rating: M

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Hermione/Minerva

Summary: (Squeal to Twist of Fate) Minerva and Hermione deals with Hermione's unexpected pregnancy, and the troubles and joys it brings.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to novelist J.K. Rowling; publishing companies Bloomsbury Publishing (UK) Arthur A. Levine Books (US) Raincoast Books (CAN), and production company Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc.

A/N: Unbeta'd. All mistakes are my own. If anyone would like to offer their services please send me a PM.

(2): The Translation for the lullaby might be wrong. I used my computer translator and sometimes it isn't always accurate.

Prologue

Hermione Granger came out of the fog of heavy sleep, the sound of soft humming and a gentle voice touching the edge of her consciousness, but not registering. Hermione rolled over, expecting to drape herself around a soft and warm body, but she found nothing but an empty expanse of cool sheet and a fat duvet, she woke up fractionally more.

Hermione forced her eyes to open and looked at the bedside clock then groaned. It was barely three in the morning. The meaning of soft humming and the gentle voice finally registered to her. She listened a little more and then glance at the clock, and hauled herself out of bed.

She opened the door to the room next to her bedroom to find Minerva rocking in a chair with a small bundle in her arms. She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest, watching and listening to Minerva sing the final verse of an old lullaby in Gaelic to their child with a soft, loving smile on her face.

Boa noite, boa noite, Adornada con rosas, Con cravos cuberto, Deslizamento baixo as cubertas. Mañá pola mañá, se Deus quere así, vai espertar unha vez máis.

Boa noite, boa noite. Por anxos observaba, Amosar-lle que no seu soño árbore, o Cristo-neno é. Durmir agora de forma pacífica e dócil, ver o paraíso no seu soño.

Hermione pushed herself off the door frame and strolled to where the loves of her life were rocking. She bent down and kissed the small, full head of dark hair on the their baby's head, then reached up and pecked the thin and tinted light pink lips.

"You should have woken me up," Hermione admonished lightly. "You have a meeting with the Ministry at six. Merlin knows how long you've been up with the baby."

"Just rockin' my bairn," came Minerva's heavy brogue Scottish accent.

Hermione smile a little at it. "You're tired," Hermione observed. She knew the Minerva's accent became more pronounced when she was tired. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."

Minerva gingerly stood and walked over to the small bassinet in the corner. She placed her child into the bassinet, but not before placing a kiss on the baby's forehead. Minerva wrapped her arms around Hermione and Hermione sagged against Minerva in relief. She was still sore from the hours of labor she had to endure two days ago.

"It's been a long seven months," Hermione said. Minerva nodded in agreement, content on listening to Hermione and watching her beautiful child sleep. "A lot has happened. To be honest I didn't think we'll get here." Hermione patted Minerva stomach. "Let's go to bed. I think we deserve a little sleep before the baby awakes."

Hermione and Minerva walked back to the room. As Hermione rested her head on Minerva's chest and her arm wrapped tightly around Minerva, she looked at the plain gold ring on her finger. She loved the simplicity of the ring and the engraving the was circled around the ring. Síoraíocht; eternity in Gaelic.

She nuzzled her cheek on Minerva's chest and tighten her arm around Minerva as memories flooded her mind.