No one reviewed. –cries- Anyway, I decided to give you another chapter! Yay! KEEP GUESSING MY AGE PLEASE! It's very amusing. ALSO THANKS TO ALL MY STORY READERS! If you don't want to leave a long review just put what you rate my story out of ten. Like 5/10, 3/10, 7/10, ect. THANKS A LOT!

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Hermione and Harry sat silently at the continental breakfast the next morning at a table with the other guests, one of them being an ancient woman with crutches. They heard a crack behind them and turned to see Lupin standing next to the strange old woman who said "Wotcher Harry!"

"Tonks? What are you doing here?"

Tonks turned pink at Hermione's words as she mumbled "Keeping a eye on things."

"Have you done it?" Lupin asked, looking a little awkward.

"Mmhm. We just have to wait for it to…well…progresses." Harry stared at his shoes.

"No, you get it done right afterwards. It works with Wizards, er, Witches, immediately." Lupin told him.

Hermione smiled, breaking up the uncomfortable conversation. "I'll go to Madam Pomfrey today. You're welcome to come. It's not that bad."

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"Well?"

They were sitting in the hospital wing at Hogwarts and Madam Pomfrey was looking over Hermione with a spell that made her turn pink.

"If she turns purple in ten seconds, she's pregnant, if she goes back to normal, she's not."

Ten seconds seemed to take forever as the Order watched Hermione slowly turned a light peach, then tan and everyone heaved a sigh.

"Well, you'll have to try again." Madam Pomfrey looked depressed and Hermione opened her mouth to object when she slowly turned periwinkle, then lilac, then an unmistakable deep purple.

Everyone stood stunned until Hermione screamed with happiness. "Oh, Harry! We're parents!"

Harry ran to her and gave her a big hug. "Now the only question is with what?"

Madam Pomfrey grabbed Hermione's wrist and turned it over, with her palm facing the ceiling. She fingered the thin area of skin where her veins showed through. "I can't tell yet. But to save everyone, we better pray hard to get at least a boy and a girl. Otherwise, right after they're born, you'll have to try again until we get a baby of the opposite gender, and that could never happen, or take forever if it could."

"Couldn't you just get rid of the baby if it's not what you want and then try again?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head. "Wizards and Witches can't have an abortion. Besides, I wouldn't want to even if we could. We'd be taking a life."

"It wouldn't be a life yet."

"Yes it would Harry. It would be alive by the time we would be able to remove it. But we can't unless you'd like to use the muggle way and be shunned for life."

"Ahem." Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat before Harry could reply. "We'll wait a day and see."

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That night Harry and Hermione slept at the hotel again, complements of the Minister of Magic.

"Harry, are you scared?"

"Of what?"

"Fatherhood…the baby…our baby…"

"No, of course not. Why would why? I mean, I'm not going to be the one delivering it and it's only a little baby-"

"That has to save the world."

"Come on, Hermione. We're saving the world. Our baby will be normal-"

"No baby of the 'Chosen One' will ever be normal."

"'Mione, are you trying to tell me something…?"

"Harry, I'm scared. I still don't know what's wrong with me. What happens if whatever's been happening to me, happens to the baby. Or to me when I'm giving birth?"

"Let's not think about that 'Mione. Not now anyway."

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Harry and Hermione decided to go alone to the Hospital Wing. They sat on an empty bed, Hermione feeling a tingling sensation and not knowing whether it was the baby or a sense that she was being watched.

"Hermione, whatever happens, we're still in this together. Voldemort will probably try to come after us soon and, well, I just want you to know I'll be with you all the way."

Hermione smiled at Harry and interlaced their fingers. Slowly they leaned forward, and their lips touched. Hermione leaned in more and Harry wrapped his arms around her, with one hand around her neck, and one right above her waist. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers free to roam the wilderness of his messy hair. With both of them deepening the kiss, exploring new possibilities, it was pure bliss.

But it all stopped abruptly when Hermione pulled back and nearly threw Harry of her. He was bewildered, and confused. One minute she's kissing like there's no tomorrow and the next act like he's a criminal who was trying to abduct or assault her. Why were girls so confusing? He didn't understand it. One, he had no idea Hermione was that strong, but he also didn't know why she was sitting there, now figiting with her hands and acting like a misbehaved child nervous about receiving her punishment. But wait…Hermione seemed nervous. The only times she had seemed truly nervous was when Ron was poisoned and when her owls were about to come.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

She gave a fake laugh. "Oh, Harry, nothing's wrong at all. I'm just nervous about what type of baby it's going to be, that's all." She gave him a false smile but before he could persist persuading her Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"Just a quick spell and we'll find out." She took Hermione's overturned wrist and quickly waved her wand and muttered something indecipherable. Hermione took Harry's hand with her free one and gave it a squeeze as she smiled at her future husband.

"It's-"

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MWAHAHAHAHA! You shall never know! (Until the next chapter!)

Keep guessing how old I am and tell me how many and what gender(s) you want the bab(y/ies) to be. It'll help me decide!

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