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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Do... Do you still have the time-turner?" Hermione was taken aback by Harry's question. What was he up to? "I-I do, but what do you need it for?" Harry paused. "Hermione, I-I'm pregnant, and when I get closer to my due date, I was wondering if you would take the polyjuice potion and turn back time to go to classes as me." Harry didn't know how Hermione would react; e rarely ever did. e hoped that she would agree, but didn't know what to do f she didn't agree. He also didn't want to think about what would happen if she did disagree./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Fine, Harry, but if I take the polyjuice, then I'll have the baby bump," Hermione said finally. Harry's eyes widened. She told him she'd do it! He momentarily forgot about the baby bump and said, beaming, "Thanks, 'Mione!" He began to rush out, knocking down some ink that had been left on a desk. Luckily, it didn't get on either of them. "Harry, get back here," Hermione shouted as she waved her wand, causing the ink to disappear off of the floor. "What," Harry asked as he stopped. "What will we do about the baby bump?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Wear loose clothing, duh!" With that, Harry rushed out of the room. He would have a momentary break from his classes to talk to Cedric. They had designed their schedules in such a way that they would have breaks at the same time. Harry had been told to meet him in the Room Of Requirement. Harry, eager to see his Alpha, rushed up the stairs. When he finally reached the seventh floor, he began to pace. Soon, a huge door opened and he stepped in. The room had beige walls and dark wood floors. In the middle was a huge crystal chandelier./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Against the wall furthest from the door was a fireplace made of stone. There was a couch across from it and an ornate coffee table in between the couch and fireplace. Sitting on the puffy red couch was Cedric Diggory, a tall handsome Alpha with chestnut hair and dark grey eyes. He was facing away from Harry, even though he'd probably heard him enter. He approached him and sat down next to him. Harry placed his head on his shoulder and nestled up to him, taking in his scent. Cedric lazily wrapped an arm around Harry and kissed him on the temple./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What did she say?" Cedric's voice cut through the comfortable silence. "She said she would do it. She also said that she had the time-turner," Harry responded gleefully. Cedric didn't respond, and it was obvious that he had no intentions to. "What's wrong, Ced," Harry asked, trying his best to ignore the mild discomfort in his stomach. 'God, I know it doesn't hurt that bad, but it's been there all day and it's getting really annoying,' Harry thought ruefully. Cedric rested a hand on his lover's belly. "Harry, I don't think that we'll be needing Hermione to give us the time-turner."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why... Why not," Harry asked solemnly as he glanced at his belly. "Because we're leaving. Hopefully, we can do it by the end of the week, but I'm not sure what happens when you leave Hogwarts. I'll ask around, but I don't want anyone to get suspicious." Harry was speechless. Why would Cedric want them to leave? Was something else bothering him? "Ced, why do we have to leave," Harry asked, carefully. Cedric looked at him with sad eyes. "We have to leave because... because of the Triwizard Tournament. I put my name in and if I get picked to compete..."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Harry sighed. "But Ced, the chances of you getting picked are so slim!" Harry squirmed his way onto Cedric's lap. "I know, babe, but they are still there." Cedric did not want to worry Harry about the fact that he'd seen Moody put a name in the goblet, or that he thought it could be Harry' didn't want to worry Harry about anything, at least not when he was pregnant. He didn't want to put too much stress on him, but he knew that leaving Hogwarts with him would put an unimaginable amount of stress on him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Cedric knew that this would be a bad year for Harry, and he wanted to make it as good as it could possibly be. He knew that it wouldn't be that good, but he also knew that he had to try. He had to try for the baby. He had to try for Harry's life. He had to try for himself because he knew that if something happened to Harry or his baby, he would never be able to forgive himself. He wondered how his Father would react. He would be leaving him, too./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A sudden wave of guilt overtook Cedric. He was going to leave his Father, and his Father would never see his child again. He might think that his child was dead. He felt bad for Harry, too because he would be taking away his education and his ability to get a good job. He was also taking away his social life. If people found out about the pregnancy and or running off from Hogwarts, they would shun Harry, no doubt. It was all Cedric's fault, and he wasn't denying it, not in the least bit. He knew he couldn't if he tried, it was true, and he knew it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Do... Do you still have the time-turner?" Hermione was taken aback by Harry's question. What was he up to? "I-I do, but what do you need it for?" Harry paused. "Hermione, I-I'm pregnant, and when I get closer to my due date, I was wondering if you would take the polyjuice potion and turn back time to go to classes as me." Harry didn't know how Hermione would react; e rarely ever did. e hoped that she would agree, but didn't know what to do f she didn't agree. He also didn't want to think about what would happen if she did disagree./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Fine, Harry, but if I take the polyjuice, then I'll have the baby bump," Hermione said finally. Harry's eyes widened. She told him she'd do it! He momentarily forgot about the baby bump and said, beaming, "Thanks, 'Mione!" He began to rush out, knocking down some ink that had been left on a desk. Luckily, it didn't get on either of them. "Harry, get back here," Hermione shouted as she waved her wand, causing the ink to disappear off of the floor. "What," Harry asked as he stopped. "What will we do about the baby bump?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Wear loose clothing, duh!" With that, Harry rushed out of the room. He would have a momentary break from his classes to talk to Cedric. They had designed their schedules in such a way that they would have breaks at the same time. Harry had been told to meet him in the Room Of Requirement. Harry, eager to see his Alpha, rushed up the stairs. When he finally reached the seventh floor, he began to pace. Soon, a huge door opened and he stepped in. The room had beige walls and dark wood floors. In the middle was a huge crystal chandelier./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Against the wall furthest from the door was a fireplace made of stone. There was a couch across from it and an ornate coffee table in between the couch and fireplace. Sitting on the puffy red couch was Cedric Diggory, a tall handsome Alpha with chestnut hair and dark grey eyes. He was facing away from Harry, even though he'd probably heard him enter. He approached him and sat down next to him. Harry placed his head on his shoulder and nestled up to him, taking in his scent. Cedric lazily wrapped an arm around Harry and kissed him on the temple./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What did she say?" Cedric's voice cut through the comfortable silence. "She said she would do it. She also said that she had the time-turner," Harry responded gleefully. Cedric didn't respond, and it was obvious that he had no intentions to. "What's wrong, Ced," Harry asked, trying his best to ignore the mild discomfort in his stomach. 'God, I know it doesn't hurt that bad, but it's been there all day and it's getting really annoying,' Harry thought ruefully. Cedric rested a hand on his lover's belly. "Harry, I don't think that we'll be needing Hermione to give us the time-turner."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why... Why not," Harry asked solemnly as he glanced at his belly. "Because we're leaving. Hopefully, we can do it by the end of the week, but I'm not sure what happens when you leave Hogwarts. I'll ask around, but I don't want anyone to get suspicious." Harry was speechless. Why would Cedric want them to leave? Was something else bothering him? "Ced, why do we have to leave," Harry asked, carefully. Cedric looked at him with sad eyes. "We have to leave because... because of the Triwizard Tournament. I put my name in and if I get picked to compete..."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Harry sighed. "But Ced, the chances of you getting picked are so slim!" Harry squirmed his way onto Cedric's lap. "I know, babe, but they are still there." Cedric did not want to worry Harry about the fact that he'd seen Moody put a name in the goblet, or that he thought it could be Harry' didn't want to worry Harry about anything, at least not when he was pregnant. He didn't want to put too much stress on him, but he knew that leaving Hogwarts with him would put an unimaginable amount of stress on him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Cedric knew that this would be a bad year for Harry, and he wanted to make it as good as it could possibly be. He knew that it wouldn't be that good, but he also knew that he had to try. He had to try for the baby. He had to try for Harry's life. He had to try for himself because he knew that if something happened to Harry or his baby, he would never be able to forgive himself. He wondered how his Father would react. He would be leaving him, too./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A sudden wave of guilt overtook Cedric. He was going to leave his Father, and his Father would never see his child again. He might think that his child was dead. He felt bad for Harry, too because he would be taking away his education and his ability to get a good job. He was also taking away his social life. If people found out about the pregnancy and or running off from Hogwarts, they would shun Harry, no doubt. It was all Cedric's fault, and he wasn't denying it, not in the least bit. He knew he couldn't if he tried, it was true, and he knew it./p