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Anyway, here's the tenth chapter with a lot of DRAMA ! *dun dun dun*

Hermione woke up to a musky smell, filling up her eerie head, as her groggy eyes fought the piercing sun rays.

"Ugh! Mornings." She muttered to herself as she closed her eyes and snuggled into the warm pillow she had been hugging. To her surprise, it shifted slightly.

"Hermione." She heard the pillow murmuring her name, which she ignored.

'Funny. I can't believe that my pillow sounds like Harry.' She thought, pulling the pillow closer to her. It was when she felt another skin tickling her back; it felt just like his touch.

"Stop it Harry." She chuckled sleepily, when she felt someone's lips on her breast.

That woke her up. Her eyes shot open and she found herself entangled with none other than Harry Potter, in his room, and in their underwear. Hermione felt blush creep onto her cheeks as Harry nuzzled her cleavage shown by her bra covered breasts and his fingers unconsciously played with the bra hook.

"Harry!" Hermione screeched, pushing Harry of his bed, waking him up. She covered herself with Harry's blanket, as the wizard scowled, rubbing his eyes, and nursing his head.

Hermione had never seen Harry clad in boxers. He had such an amazing figure; a perfect one for an Auror. She couldn't stop gawking at his muscular chest and a thin line of his ebony black hair which ran from his chest and went on running under his boxers ...

"Hermione!" Harry's voice brought her eyes back to his. "What was that for?!"

'Why did I push him off the bed exactly?' She asked to herself and then realized that she was in her underwear. 'Oh yeah. I remember now.'

"Maybe because you were kissing my, uh-" she stopped abruptly. "Breasts." She finished, flushing into shades of pink.

"Well, you were the one advancing on me last night." Harry said with a smirk. "So I just thought of returning the favor."

Hermione was deadpanned. So did he mean that-

"Harry," she gulped nervously. "Did anything happen last night?"

Harry just gave Hermione one of his seductive smirks-

'Harry does not give seductive smirks! That's Draco's job!'

'Or so you just said.'

'I did not!'

'Admit it missy! You just agreed with me! Harry does have a seductive smirk.'

"Harry, say something!" She said in fear, clutching the blanket closer to her.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat next to her on the bed. "Let me tell you what exactly happened ..."

"Shut up and kiss me!" Hermione said in a demanding tone, which surprised Harry as he kissed her. He had wanted this to happen for ages. But, did Hermione want it too? Or was she just trying to get over her breakup with Draco? Such questions hovered in Harry's mind. Yet, he didn't stop kissing her.

Her lips were heaven; as soft as that of a baby's skin. Yet as intoxicating as drugs. Harry had always wanted to kiss those lips, after the moments they shared alone in that tent while searching for hocruxes. He wanted to feel her and make her feel loved and wanted her to know beautiful she was. The moment he said 'I love her like a sister' to Ron, he regretted his very own words. Harry had finally admitted that night that he wanted Hermione. But then, she wanted Ron.

And finally, here they were, after seven long years, snogging the hell out of each other. Harry had left her lips and had started to attack the column of her slender neck, as she gave out deadly moans. They both knew where this was going. But Harry was waiting for the moment when he would stop. Really soon, both undressed, clad in their underwear, were busy exploring their bodies.

"Harry," Hermione moaned in pleasure as he cupped her breast, his lips kissing her jaw. "Harry, you should know- I have never done this before."

Her words caught his attention and brought his eyes to gaze lovingly into her sober brown ones. Of course she was a virgin who wanted to give herself to her husband. How could he forget?

Harry rolled off her, to his side of the bed and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." He said, as he felt Hermione snuggling into his arms. "I shouldn't have-"

"It's okay." She said with a smile. "We just got carried away."

"Blame the wine and champagne." Harry said, placing a kiss on her head. "This doesn't change anything we had, does it?"

The only answer he got was a kiss on his bare chest a she fell into a dreamless sleep. Harry smiled at the sleeping girl in his arms, pulling the blankets over them before protectively wrapping his arms around her and falling into his dreams.

"How could you think that what happened last night doesn't change anything!?" Hermione screeched after Harry finished his story. She sprung off the bed in search of her dress. "It changes everything!"

Harry worriedly looked at Hermione, when she found her dress and slipped into it. "It was just the drunken us speaking Harry! Nothing else!" She said, zipping the back of her dress. There was a lot of sexual tension in the room which made Hermione nervous that she couldn't zip herself up. To her horror, she felt Harry walking up behind her, and pull up the zip so gently, as his soft fingers brushed the skin of her back.

"Hermione," he murmured into her ear. "I wasn't drunk last night."

Her eyes grew bigger in surprise. He wasn't drunk. So the kiss really happened. Or was she drunk last night? Probably that's what happened. And somehow, in that state, she gave out-

'The truth!' Her inner voice said in triumph.

Well yes. The truth. As maybe Harry was blabbering in the morning because, he wanted her too. Or was it an after effect of a breakup?

"Harry," she started slowly, placing a hand on his chest. "Both of us needed someone last night after the breakup. We were so depressed-"

"I wasn't." Harry cut her off. "I wasn't because, I realized that I didn't want Katrina." That made Hermione meet his eyes. "The only woman, I always wanted was you Hermione. It has always been you."

"But I was depressed over my breakup. That's why I-" she broke away. What on earth was she saying? Hermione couldn't fail to notice the look of hurt on Harry's face. She regretted all the words which came out of her mouth.

'He thinks that I used him. Oh Merlin! What have I done?'

"It's okay." Harry said, forcing a smile on his face. "What are friends are after all-?"

"Harry, I'm-"

"You don't need to be sorry." He said, assuring more of himself the her. "It wasn't your fault. You were drunk."

"Harry, please-"

"I'm sure you'll find a better guy than me." He said quietly, as tears fell off Hermione's face. "And Draco." He added, as she sobbed harder. "Please don't cry!"

At an instant, he pulled her into his arms, lovingly stroking her wild, morning curls. He placed a kiss on her hair and said "I'm sorry for thinking for having a chance with you. How could I forget that you don't love- I mean, like me?"

'That's the part where you're wrong Harry. I'm in love with you and I can't deny that fact anymore.'

There, she finally admitted it to herself. It wasn't tough, was it? Now who was she joking to. It is easier to admit it to yourself, than to the one you love.

"Harry, I'm so sorry." She sobbed into his neck when he cupped her cheeks and looked into those orbs of melted chocolate, grazing his thumb her soft cheeks, wiping the salty tears which left a blotchy pattern of her kohl.

"I'm sorry." He said, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I took advantage of you-"

"We were drunk-"

"Still-"

"Nothing happened-"

"I still wanted you." He said softly, as his voice quivered.

Hermione nodded and took a huge breath. She needed time to think, some time alone for herself. Hermione wanted to stay away from him, as far as she could.

She found her heels under his bed and grabbed them at an instant, before turning to him, and saying "I guess, I'll go. Ditta needs me."

Harry nodded and before she could apparate, he stopped her by the arm and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, leaving her nerves to tingle at the contact.

"Take care." He said as he broke away and let her apparate in front of his eyes.

Harry sighed and sat on his bed, burying his head into his hands.

"Merlin, I screwed up everything." He muttered to himself.

Hermione landed directly on her bed and sat idly, thinking what had happened in the last twelve hours of her life. She had learned of Draco's affair with Katrina, broken up with him, snogged Harry senseless, almost lost her virginity to him, had woken up with him in the bed, learned that Harry had always wanted her, and left making him feel pathetic and miserable. She couldn't stop her tears flowing and cried audibly, hugging her knees closer to her chest. Hermione had just admitted to herself that she was in love with her best friend. Her inner voice had finally won. But instead of telling him, she ruined the moment.

"Hermione?" Meredith called out. "Are you in there?"

Before answering her sister. Hermione wiped her tears and and took a huge breath. She had to calm down. And not cry in front of her. "Yeah. I'm back." She answered as the door opened, revealing Meredith, glowing naturally, holding two cups as she grinned at her.

"I got your morning tea." She said, walking into the room and placing the cups on the nightstand. "I thought we could have some sister time since Charlie has gone back to work. Thankfully your house has a floo network."

Hermione merely nodded and avoided her eyes. She didn't want Meredith to stress over her. But she was forgetting that Meredith was her sister and could read her like a book.

"Minne, what's wrong?" She asked tenderly, grabbing her sister's hand.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She leaned over to fall into Meredith's arms and hugged her closer, crying the hell out of herself. Her sister was more like her mother. She listened patiently to her and helped her out with all the problems she faced. If not her mother, at least Hermione had a sister's shoulder to cry on.

"Shh... It's okay." Meredith tried to hush her, stroking her back. "What happened Minnie? Tell me."

Hermione sniffled and buried her head into her shoulder. "I love Harry. But I messed everything up!"

Meredith smiled to herself. "That's a great news. But what exactly happened that you messed up?"

"I almost lost my virginity to him!" Hermione sobbed. "And I said that I took advantage of him after breaking up with Draco. But-"

"But what?"

"He likes me too Ditta." Hermione said in the softest tone. "And I rejected him. He thinks that I only kissed him because I was drunk. I am such a fool-"

"Hey! Calm down okay?" Meredith cooed at her sister. "All you need is a small nap." She smiled at Hermione. "We'll discuss about this later. Okay?"

Hermione nodded like a meek child as Meredith gave a kiss on her forehead and leaned against the headboard. Placing a pillow on her lap, she let her sister rest her head on it. She wanted Hermione to forget whatever happened last night, and wanted to be there for her as a mother and as a sister. All she knew was that, she had to talk to he unborn child's godfather.

Harry sat on the love seat in his living room, thinking about what Hermione said. She just wanted comfort for a night. And it was obvious that she would turn to him. But the thing that bothered him the most was his confession about liking her. He had never seen Hermione as shocked as she looked. And he knew that she had never harbored feelings for him. After opening his big mouth, Harry knew that everything changed between him and Hermione.

What broke him from his thoughts was the doorbell. Harry knew it wasn't Hermione because she always used the floo. It couldn't be Ron or Draco as they directly apparated through the wards. Only his muggle neighbors were the ones who knocked or rang the doorbell.

"Coming!" He called out before lazily trotting over the door and opening it. To her surprise, there stood a girl, no more than twenty three, her fiery red hair burning under the winter sunlight. Her brown eyes glistened as she gave him a smile. Harry's jaw nearly touched the floor. What was she doing here, with a baby in her arms, after four long years?

"Ginny." Harry said blankly.

The former Weasley smiled, shifting the baby in her arms as she gave Harry a smile. "Harry." She said.

"Answer me first." Harry said, tuning into his Auror mode. "When did we share our first kiss?"

Ginny flushed into the same shade as that of her hair and answered "My fifth year. After Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup. In our common room."

Harry gave her a huge smile and pulled her into an embrace, careful not to crush the baby. Harry had never told Hermione the actual reason for his break up with Ginny. The reason was her. Ginny had always been jealous of Hermione as she used to see her brunette friend spend her maximum time with Harry. Even when Ginny was with him, he always used to talk about Hermione and her accomplishments which made the ginger extremely annoyed. And finally, she had a talk with Harry and they decided to breakup. Exactly a day after their parting, Ginny eloped with another wizard and only Harry knew about him and hadn't dared to give away their secret.

"It's been ages." He murmured, breaking the embrace and inviting her in. "And its like a Christmas surprise for me."

Ginny chuckled as Harry led her into the living room. "Yeah. You're the first person I'm meeting after coming back to London. I'm not ready to face the others. Especially Ron. I know he was furious."

"Yeah." Harry said, as he and Ginny sat down on the couch. "Do you even know that your brother is going to become a father?"

"Oh Merlin! Really?" She asked, laying the baby on the couch. "I had never expected Ron to take up such a responsibility. He is a child fantasizing about food and chickens himself."

Harry laughed. "And what about you? How's Blaise?"

Yes. Harry had come to an agreement with the fact that Ginny had fallen for a Slytherin. Yet, he had to admit that Blaise was not the same as all the other snakes of his house. He was just- different. Harry sometimes used to wonder, how had Blaise chosen Draco to be his friend.

"Blaise is alright. My little baby has got him wrapped around her little finger." She answered glancing at her sleeping daughter. "It's just that, he loves being a father. But now, I had to shoo him away so that I could meet you. While he, has gone over to Draco's."

Harry smiled at her as his eyes fell on her beautiful baby girl sleeping on his couch. Her small hands were fisted and rested on either sides of her pale face. Her black tuft was visible from the small pink cap on her head. All he wanted to know was the color of her eyes. Harry knew it was weird, but he had this certain fascination with a baby's eyes.

"She's beautiful." He said with a smile. "How old is she?"

"Eight months." Ginny answered. "The moment she came into my life, it completely changed."

Harry nodded as the baby shifted slightly, and gave out a small coo. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at her mother.

"Slept well Minne?" She asked, bringing the baby to her arms and looked at Harry, who was surprised at that familiar nickname. "I know you did." She cooed at the girl, who made noises in agreement.

"Minnie?" Harry asked his ex in question. "Is that her name?"

Ginny chuckled and shook her head. "Uncle Harry," she turned her daughter to Harry. "Meet my baby; Hermione Linda Zabini."

Harry's eyes widened as the baby curiously studied him. He happily took her when Ginny offered him and bounced the baby in his arms. "Hermione." He said softly, as the baby's eyes grew bigger when she heard her name. What made Harry a softie were her eyes; her huge chocolate brown eyes, similar to that of Ginny's.

"Our Hermione would be honored, wouldn't she?" Ginny asked with a small laugh, and finding Harry intently gazing at her daughter.

"I screwed up big time with your aunt Hermione, Minnie." He said to the baby. "I'm afraid she would never forgive me."

Ginny anxiously looked at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What happened Harry?" She asked.

The baby kept cooing and looked fascinated as Harry explained her mother about the incidents of last night, who listened to him with concentration, understanding his words. All baby Hermione knew that they were talking about her auntie 'Mione, about who her mummy used to talk about. Finally, she grew impatient, sitting on Harry's lap that she started kicking her arms and legs, trying to grasp his attention.

"Ha!" The baby squealed, looking into her uncle Harry's sparkling green eyes and gave him a toothy grin. "Ha!" She squealed again.

Ginny chuckled as Harry smiled at the baby, bringing her to stand on her nimble feet on his lap. "She's trying to say your name." Ginny said as Hermione giggled. "But all she can manage is a 'Ha.'"

"It's okay." Harry said to the baby. "Hermione is very smart like her auntie and will learn to say my name." He squinted his eyes at the baby. "Wouldn't you sweetie?"

"Ha!" The baby said in excitement before Harry brought her to his lap.

Ginny intently looked at what she once thought would be hers. But then, he had always belonged to her. "You would make an amazing father." Ginny said dreamily to Harry, who looked at her. "You know, I named her Hermione because I love my best female friend."

"I know." Harry smiled at her.

"And my Minnie looks like a perfect combination of you and Hermione." She continued as Harry's ears shot up like a hare's. "Minus the freckles."

Harry chuckled and looked at the giggling baby. Maybe Ginny was right. If he ever had a family with Hermione in the future, his daughter would look exactly like this sweet little angel in his arms; minus the freckles.

Hermione had never had slept like a baby in Ditta's lap. The last she remembered, Meredith was the one who slept like that on her lap when their mother passed away. Right now, the two sisters had reversed their roles.

She felt her fingers, lovingly petting her curls, as Hermione opened her eyes, meeting a pair of her very own brown ones.

"What time is it?" Hermione groggily asked.

"It's almost noon." Meredith answered as her sister sat up. "You've been asleep for the past one hour."

Hermione gave a small smile and nodded when she felt a small pat on her cheek.

"Come on. Freshen up. I'm taking you on a lunch date for a talk." Her sister said with a huge smile as she got up and left the room. Hermione rubbed her eyes and got up, grabbing a towel and headed for a shower.

She had to get Harry's words out of her mind at any cost. And then, talk to her sister. Hermione never realized that there is a Cupid in every person's life. Even hers. She had done playing a matchmaker in everyones life. But when it came to her, he was nothing but a simple girl, confused about her love life. What happened next, she never knew.

Coming out of the shower and donning a top and skinny jeans, Hermione decided to make herself hot cocoa when the doorbell rang.

"Hermione! Get the door!" Ditta called out from her room and Hermione followed her sister's command. To her surprise, her guest happened to be Roselyn, whose eyes were bloodshot and her face was red.

"Hi Rosie!" Hermione greeted her with a forced smile. "I thought you wouldn't be coming back from Edinburgh for the next one week-"

The brunette broke away as Roselyn launched into her arms as she sobbed. It was exactly like the scene between her and Meredith earlier that morning.

'Please don't tell me that even she-'

Hermione's thoughts paused at the words her friend said.

"I told Eric the truth about myself and I think he wants to breakup with me." The blonde sobbed.

'Oh well. Both of us broken hearted girls are on the same track.' Hermione thought to herself before inviting her friend in.

A/N: Aww ... poor Hermione! Poor Harry! and poor Roselyn! No one had expected a Christmas of heartbreaks did they? :'(

And Ginny returns! With a mini Hermione! What happens next? *dun dun dun*