A/N: Wow. It's been a REALLY long time since I've updated. I'm SO sorry about this, but I do have valid excuses!

1. I got a concussion. Yeah, no fun

2. School, marching band, and softball started. It's been crazy.

3. I have homework every night. Dang teachers don't respect fan fiction needs.

And I didn't want to write anything I would regret by not having 100% of my head into it. So during break, I sat down and wrote. Maybe I will have more chapters up this week. Again, I apologize, but thank everyone for reading. R&R as always, and enjoy!

Harry's POV

Anger: A strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

Fear: An unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is in danger, likely to cause pain, or a threat.

Shock: A sudden feeling of disturbed surprise from a certain event.

Love: An intense feeling of deep affection.

It was tough to know which emotion to feel right now. No, not just one. A combination.

Anger. At myself for, Merlin, more than one reason. For being the biggest git I know. For ruining the best thing that happened to my life. And for hurting the one person I could put my trust in, and who returned it. The one person I gave all my love to and didn't throw it back in my face. The one woman who loved me for who I am. Me. Myself. Harry James Potter. Not the bloody Chosen One.

Fear. Well, for obvious reasons, and definitely the most intense fear I have ever felt in my life. Fear for her well-being. Fear she was in pain. Fear I would lose her again. Fear that she was still angry. And fear for losing my only chance for a family.

Shock. Shock that, the first friggin' time we both were EVER intimate, we got pregnant. I should've known that's how it works, but I guess was distracted at the moment. Shock that, even after I blew up like that, and I have and intense desire for a family and life with her, that I know we are not ready for this. Sure, I would love it and take care of it and whatever fathers do, but I know it would always deserve a better upbringing than love-struck teenagers.

And love. Love love love. Love for her. Love for her body, her curves, he smile, her beautiful, chocolate eyes, her bushy hair, everything. Love for her intelligence, how she can read a book -thicker than Crabbe and Goyle put together-in less than a few hours, and how she's so logical. Sometimes that comes quite in handy. And I think most importantly, love for her as a person. Just how she can make me feel like the most wanted, desired, and amazing man even when half the world doesn't know I exist. The way with one look, just, god, the most beautiful look I will ever receive just melts through me like a hot knife through butter.

And she feels the same way. Or, at least, she used too.

And I know as this is running through my head as I'm running through St. Mungo's hospital franticly with hot tears stinging my eyes, that I have an obsession. The healthiest obsession possible. Obsession with her being mine. With her being safe and happy. With her loving me. With me loving her with everything in my heart. With loving Hermione Jean Granger. And I will never give up.

Back to 3rd Person

Ron was pacing, as Ginny was talking to the healer. They both were worried sick. Hermione had explained everything that had happened since the night at dinner to her fight with Harry. She shed tears, some hot and angry, but mostly regret and longing. Even only being away from Harry for an hour made her antsy and, almost depressed.

But many tears that Hermione did not show to her best friends were of sadness. Everything was ruined. She thought that this baby was the best thing that had happened for a long time, except for being with Harry. She was never a selfish person, but she thought to herself as she sobbed, didn't she deserve this? After everything she had been through? The healer came into her room, with a sad look on her face, Ron and Ginny behind. She began talking, but Hermione knew what she was going to say. She nodded blankly, Ginny hugged her, Ron kissed her on her forehead, but eventually, they let her rest. They sat outside the waiting room, talking and after finding out the news, cried.

But all Hermione could pay attention to was if he would come back to her. If she had make a mistake leaving him. The anger from the fight before was gone, replaced with remorse. Remorse for the fight, the latest news, and for possibly leaving and never seeing the best thing that had happened to her again.

Panic also set in. Panic that Harry would never come back to her. She couldn't bear to lose him. Not again, after thinking he was dead numerous times. So much panic that, the healer had to come in and sedate her. The drugs made her drowsy, and she eventually fell asleep.

Harry ran across the corner minutes later, sighting the red-head family he loved. He ran to Ron.

"Harry! What took you so long?" Ron said, relieved he was finally here.

"I had to get my head together. How is she? Can I see her? What happened?" Harry said quickly.

"Slow down mate, she's alright. She's asleep right now. But she Apperated to the Burrow crying. I was confused, but she screamed in pain and said something about the baby. Ginny took her here while I called you."

"Can I see her? I need to see her." Harry said, his voice rising.

"In a minute. The healer is in there. She just sedated her for a few minutes to calm her down. She had a pretty bad panic attack."

"Panic attack?" Harry said, now more worried.

"Yeah, she kept saying 'I need him, I need him,' over and over. She got frantic, so the healer put her to sleep," Ron said trying to calm Harry.

The healer then walked out and smiled weakly at Harry. "Are you the boyfriend?" he asked calmly.

Any other day, being called Hermione's boyfriend would have made him smile like an idiot, but not today. Harry didn't think his muscles were capable.

"Yes. How is she?" Harry said.

The healer put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "She is fine. She panicked, I'm guessing about you by what she was saying, and I just gave her some drugs to put her to sleep for a time. She should be awake soon, since it's a very mild drug."

Harry sighed in relief. "She's okay. Can I see her?"

The healer than sighed and his face grew grim. "Yes, you may. But son, I'm sorry to say, she had a miscarriage."

Harry stopped breathing for a second.

Miscarriage.

He wasn't a genius at pregnancy business, but he knew that word.

"Shit." Harry said as he ran his hand through his hair. "What caused it?"

" Well, I ran a few tests, and the symptoms she had appeared right after she Apperated. I've never had this happen before, but the Apperation seemed to have caused it. I'm sorry, lad." The doctor said.

A tear formed in Harry's eye and he sighed shakily, trying to keep it together.

"I'm terribly sorry, lad. But you're young. I can tell you both love each other very much. It'll happen when it's meant to. For now, I want her here overnight to monitor, but she will be released tomorrow. Again, I'm sorry." He pat Harry on the back, sent a weak smile to the Wesley's, and left them alone.

Harry wiped the tear away. He tried to move, but his limbs were frozen. He closed his eyes, sighed and said, "It's all my fault."

All at once, the whole Weasley family tried to protest, but Harry held up his hand. "Don't try to convince me it isn't, because I know you're all thinking it."

Ron reached out and squeezed Harry's shoulder. "It's no time to be guilty mate. She needs you. She wants you. She isn't angry. She just wants comfort, Harry. Give it to her."

Harry swallowed, nodded, and walking into Hermione's room. He closed the door behind him softly, and took the chair in the corner and moved it next to her bed. Her sleeping cheeks were red and puffy from crying, and a she had a worried crease on her forehead. Harry reached across and smoothed it out with his thumb. Then he wiped a tear away, and caressed her cheek. He smiled and a tear rolled down his cheek as she subconsciously smiled, and then sighed in content,

"Oh, Hermione," he sighed. "This is my fault."

He kissed her forehead, and then rested his forehead on top of hers. He sat there as hot tears rolled down his cheek and he listened to her heartbeat.

A half and hour passed until Hermione stirred. Harry looked at her and kept his hand on her face.

"Hermione, love? Can you hear me?"

Hermione blinked, and she saw the most beautiful face in the world to her at the moment. "Harry?" she said in disbelief. "You're here? I thought… I didn't think you would ever…"

"Shhhh..." Harry silenced her as he took her face in both his hands. "It's okay. I'm here. I wouldn't leave you."

"Oh, Harry," she cried as she put her head in his chest. "I'm so sorry. For getting angry, for everything."

Harry hugged her tight. "Don't be sorry. I was being an arse. I mean I acted like it was all your fault when I could have handled it better. Then I caused, well, this," he said as he shook his head.

Sadness crossed Hermione's face again. "You found out?"

"Yeah, the healer told me. Hermione, I cannot tell you how sorry I am. I got you angry enough to Apperate that cause it."

Hermione looked at him. "Harry, it isn't your fault. I didn't have to storm out like that. I was being stupid, illogical. Even though it was only a few hours, I began to love that baby. A product of our love. A piece of you and me. But now I realize that, what you said makes sense. We're young. We have a whole life to live. I was raised a Christian woman, so I believe this was what God planned for us. We're not ready, Harry. Not yet."

Harry looked up. "You really feel that way?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes. Maybe someday, but not yet."

Harry smiled, but became serious as he took both of Hermione's hands in his. "Hermione Granger, I'm going to make you a promise."

She smiled. "Go on…"

"I'm going to promise that, if you still want to, we will try. Maybe someday we will be married, and older, and happy."

Hermione smiled at the thought of becoming Harry's wife.

"I promise that, once we decide it's time, we will have a family. Deal?"

Hermione smiled and kissed him. "Deal."