Harry stared at the baby in his hand, the picture was rimmed with bright green and the inside was colored on how it actually looks. Blood covered the baby fetus and white thick mucus,but you can still see it,as it was in front of you.

After Ron had left, Harry had sat by Hermione so close, he could smell the cookie spice that he was familiar with off her. Quiet had taken over and the silence was uncomfortable and awkward. He looked up at Hermione and had cupped her on the cheek, his thumb swiping at the tears he knew he had caused. Silent words had passed through them the moment their eyes met.

"Merlin Harry! Am I supposed to feel like that?"

"Yeah, Mione" Harry looked up from the apex of her thighs and smirked at Hermione's flushed face.

He removed his hand only to place it on her stomach. Hermione had leaned back on the stairs and gave him access to place her school uniform shirt below her slight engorged breasts. Watching him slightly as he kissed and talked so quietly to her belly, her heart fluttered. When they had heard the screeches of Ginevra Weasley for Harry J. Potter they parted with Hermione giving him the picture explaining the process of it to him. Harry,had watched her go, smirking as Ron fell out once Hermione said "Godric " to the Fat Lady.

After fighting with Ginny about her selfish exploits and how he had said he'll marry her after Voldemort is dead and how he never in proposed to her, he returned to his dorm room. Ignoring the angry glaring looks of his "fiancé".

He had caressed,stared and even kissed the picture before sleeping with it clutched to his chest.

"Ginny, if I didn't tell you I was pregnant, it was for a really good reason." Hermione sat in the common room, Ron behind her as she read a book and her played with her frizzy curls."Ron only knows since he caught me talking to Professor Snape about babies."

"Also because they shagged like bunnies when I last walked in." Ron mumbled under his breath. With a slight pinch to his leg and her known death glare, Ron smiled sheepishly at Hermione.

"Snape knows," Hermione interrupted Ginny as she saw the younger witch open her mouth to shriek,"since he does my check-ups."

Hermione snapped her book close and looked at the redhead and stood up,"Can I know who the father is?" Hermione opened her mouth to speak oy for Ron to beat her at it.

"No." Ron had always disliked the nosy part of his sister,just like his mother as well as the danm temper. They can be just like lioness.

Ron dragged Hermione up the guys dorm and into his. His room with Gryffindor's colors painted on walls,was an absolute mess. Quidditch gear was lain about everywhere, boxers and school robes were thrown like a tornado passed by in here. She saw Harry's sleeping form in his side of the dorm,his hand clutching something that gleamed bright neon blue. Knowing instantly what it was, her breath got caught in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hormones." She mumbled at the indignant look Ron gave her. Turning towards the lit firelamp she let a little shriek at the boxers that covered the gold laden silver owl lamp,"Ronald Billius Weasley!"

"Those are Oliver's. We are too afraid to actually...touch it." A sleep laced voice made them turn towards Harry. He was reaching towards his glasses as he sat up. The picture falling gently on his thigh.

Hermione watched him walk around with just his pants, unzipped and barefoot. The silky slight curly black hair that started on his bellybutton that led to his cock in open view. She can see the slight swell of his manhood that made her thighs soak again. Standing up with his button-up over her body,unbuttoned, it only covered her perky breasts. Harry looked over at her and smiled. As she made her way over to him she couldn't help but fall in love with him again. He grabbed her open waist and bent his head kissing her jaw,"Come back to bed,love."

"Soon."

Harry looked at Hermione and smiled gently,"He graduated last year. There going to be...moldy. Okay. Bye!"

Ron laughed as Hermione tried to find an open space on the mess called floor to touch the burgundy carpet,"You pigs."