POV of Hermione:
"Harry, what is it?" I say, as I run over to him to help him sit down on the bed because he looks like he is going to faint.
"That was Ginny…." He begins, "She told me…. She is pregnant… with my baby," he stutters out and I cannot do anything besides stare in shock at him, my mouth wide open.
"Are you serious?" I manage to get out after 5 failed attempts to speak – even now my voice sounds like it can barely work.
"Yeah, apparently she's 12 weeks gone, and that would make sense… But the thing is, what's this going to do to us, I mean we're only just together and I think we need to be together to be sane and everything; it's just that I need to be in this baby's life," Harry says to me, saying a lot of things that takes my brain, in it's foggy state, an absolute age to transfer what he said from 'blah blah blah' into actual words and for me to process it.
"Of course you do Harry, it's your baby and you need to see it, and love it. I think I can cope with you being near Ginny – only if you still want me that is. But, what I mean to say, is that no matter if you don't… want me, I will-" I get cut off by Harry, who is currently looking mutinously angry at my words.
"Hermione, for gods sake, did last night not mean anything to you, or did you not just process how much I meant it? I L-O-V-E you, not Ginny, and I want to be with you not anybody else. Of course I want to be in my baby's life, why wouldn't I?, but there is no way that I am leaving you for anything. So what if it's a little awkward: my (soon to be) ex-wife carrying my baby, whilst I date the ex-fiancée of my ex-brother in law, but who cares? We should act for love, not just because of custom and who is pregnant? Do I need to explain any more, or do you get it?"
My god, did he really just say all that? That he wants to be with me, over Ginny and he is basically saying that he will go for less time with his child to be with me, rather than to be with it all the time but not to have me. How much do I love him? Oh all the world, and I think I managed to put all that across in the huge hug I gave him before moving slightly so I could kiss him.
We move slightly, and he moves his hand to hitch my leg up onto him and presses me closer into him but I don't want to do this now; I mean we've basically just confessed our complete love for one another but, seriously he's just told me his wife (I know, at the minute I'm the other woman) is pregnant with his baby, and he wants to sleep with me now? I mean he obviously wasn't careful last time, so way to risk it now!
POV of Harry:
I want her right now, but I don't think that she does: I feel her body tensing and pulling away from me infinitesimally so I stop. I let go of her leg and break off the kiss entirely because she looks so uncomfortable.
"Harry, I'm sorry, it's just-" she begins before I cut her off – again!
"Hermione, it's fine honestly, we have to go on a reconnaissance mission now so thanks because we probably wouldn't have gone. Anyways, lets go to breakfast – got your bag?" I end it on a false bright and cheery note, barely distinguishably fake: then again she has been my best friend for over 10 years so maybe she can tell.
She shows me that she has her handbag – I still don't get how women carry around so much junk in that bag: you need a purse with money and cards, a phone, some lipgloss maybe, keys, ipod?, and what else? Seriously, I have seen inside of Hermione and Ginny's bags and believe me, they carry around a LOT more than that – and I take her hand as we walk out of my suite after I remember to pick up my wand. I stow it away in the inner pocket of my designer jacket along with about £6k – should be enough even for Hermione, which is over the white shirt Hermione got me for Christmas, with blue jeans and some trainers that I know are comfortable incase I need to run. Hermione's outfit… well it's not defensively great but it makes her look so hot, and I've seen enough TV: all women dress sexily like sluts on their honeymoon.
DAMN! We DON'T HAVE ANY RINGS!
"Hermione, we don't have any wedding rings – I left mine in the house and you don't have one, what do we do?"
She laughs like I am stupid – which I am, now I realise it, and pulls out her wand. She points it at my finger and murmurs "Deriforto" to leave a gold band there – she does the same to her finger, the only difference being that she also conjures an engagement ring with a huge rock on it.
"Look, now that looks like we are uberrich as I have a diamond the size of the USA on my finger, so lets go to have some lovely breakfast, boyfriend, and we can go and do some work and be together and leave all our problems here ok?" she says, and I nod along to the leaving the problems behind: Ginny + I are having a baby together, Hermione I have basically made feel appalling because of the whole pressure for sex (I didn't mean to, I just assumed in a way – of course now afterwards I realise having just told her my ex is having a baby with me, she may not want to especially as the baby was obviously an accident. I haven't loved Ginny really forever, I just feel that it was lust for her. That obviously sounds terrible but I feel it's true) thing and basically her fiancé died. So just great. But anyway, lets leave it all behind.
"That sounds great GF so lets go have some breakfast where I can watch you being so sexy – why are you trying to distract me so badly!" I tease with her, and she smacks me on the arm whilst blushing.
POV of Hermione:
Did he really just call me sexy? Well I have to agree – I do look sexy in this dress but I still blush.
"Well thanks, you're quite sexy today as well – the whole rocking the casual look works for you – I just cannot wait to see what lies underneath!"
OMG, did I really just say that? I just turned him down for sex and now I'm talking like I want it now! Great. We walk on in silence to the lift and the tension is pretty strong. I run over and kiss him and he kisses me back, running his hands down my back: this is so perfect. I love him! It's getting pretty steamy in here – this may go all the-
The lift doors ping open but I barely hear it, I cannot focus on anything other than the perfect man in my arms.
"Well well, what do we have here?" a woman says, and we break apart in shock to see an entire gang of paparazzi (wizards of course) snapping pictures of us. GREAT!
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