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After

Being back in Wizarding World was so weird for Harry, the ministry had released information about their trip and the deatheaters that they found. To Harry's dismay this caused people to look at him as if he were a big hero again, they idolized him everywhere. This caused a huge problem for privacy. Anytime he went out in public without charms on he would be swarmed, people would ask him questions about everything. A lot of the questions of course revolved around Hermione and her pregnancy.

"Is it true you are the father?" one reporter asked as Harry attempted to push his way through the crowd of reporters.

"Is Ronald Weasley a drunk?

"Is it true Draco Malfoy was a part of this mysterious mission?"

"Will she be keeping the baby as a 19-year-old?"

What kind of a question was that? Teenagers that get pregnant keep their kids all the time. These pestering questions were beyond angering Harry. He was constantly being harassed with these questions anywhere he went, even by normal wizards who weren't associated with the press.

Hermione too suffered victim to the press, she received many hate letters stating that she was a 'whore' and didn't deserve to carry the 'chosen ones' child, especially since the two were unwedded. That was a big deal in the wizarding community, especially amongst the purebloods.

Hermione began to think more about married life. As a young girl marriage was not at the top of her priority list, it was more important for her to establish a career for herself. But now as she is growing into a young adult she has realized she has time for the pleasures in life. She still believed in creating a career for herself but after the war, she was ready to relax, sure pregnancy could be stressful but she was ready.

As Hermione sat near the fire in her parent's living room she read her most favorite book, Hogwarts: A History. This book always seemed to bring her the most comfort. Letting out a content sigh she turned the thick page of the book revealing the next page.

Just then the front door opened abruptly causing Hermione to jump slightly. Soon she was greeted by the emerald green eyes and devilish smirk of Harry James Potter. As of recently anytime she looked at him she wanted to jump his bones, the hormones were driving her insane.

"Hello lovey," Harry said, his smirk teasing Hermione. He didn't know half of what he did to her.

"Harry, you startled me." She said softly while closing her book, her mouth was dry when she spoke.

Harry noticed how her cheeks were flushed red. Lately, he knew what this meant.

"Ohhhh." He said at her while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her.

Hermione let out a small scoff and rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks turning redder.

"Fuck off Harry." She said while standing up and approaching him. As she got closer she stood on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

As she pulled away he continued to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione rolled her eyes again and playfully slapped at his chest.

"How was Diagon Ally?" Hermione asked while sitting on the sofa. Harry soon followed, pulling her legs into his lap.

"Bloody annoying, I didn't use charms and got harassed by reporters." He said with a sigh. Hermione frowned.

"I'm sure after the baby is born it'll get better." She said to Harry offering him a small smile.

"But," Harry started excitedly, "I got the little one a present." Using his wand he summoned a small paper bag.

"Here." Harry said while handing the bag to Hermione with a large grin spread over his face.

Hermione took the bag from Harry and began opening it slowly.

"Harry…" Hermione said, tears forming in her eyes.

Inside the bag was a small stuffed lion and a newborn sized emerald green knit sweater. Hermione was slightly shocked Harry went out of his way to get this. She loved it so much. Surprisingly, she had only purchased a few things for their unborn child. Deep down she knew it was because she wanted Harry to know.

Harry seemed panicked. His eyes got big and full of concern.

"Oh, Mione I'm sorry. I thought it would be nice-" He said while wiping the tears from her face.

"Harry...I love it." She said between sobs, tears still streaming down her face.

This brought much more confusion to Harry's face. 'If she likes it why is she still crying..' he thought internally.

"Oh, you must think I am insane." Hermione said while wiping the tears from her face, even she realized her emotions had been out of control as of late.

"What...no no no. You're fine." Harry said while wrapping his arms around Hermione's body. Harry made a mental note to start reading those baby and pregnancy books Hermione had been buying.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry's nervous replies, jut then Her mother walked into the living room.

"Hermione love why are you crying?" She asked with her hand on her chest in concern.

Hermione proceeded to show her mother what harry had purchased for their baby and began to get more teary-eyed.

"Oh you are just like me when I was pregnant," began Ms. Granger, "I cried over everything, it drove Henry mental."

"Oh god I must be awful, I'm so sorry Harry." Hermione burrowed into his arms begging for his forgiveness.

"Hermione you are fine!" Harry said attempting to calm her again. "It's only 4 more months anyway!" He said excitedly. This seemed to help Hermione's mood a bit as she gave him a weary smile.

The days went on slowly for Harry and Hermione, most days were spent with the two reading baby books near the fire to keep warm from the harsh early February weather. Hermione was glad to see Harry expanding his knowledge on pregnancy and new babies. She thought it was rather sweet.

The two had been staying at the Granger residence for about 3 weeks now. It was kind of odd for Harry, sleeping every night with Hermione in her childhood bedroom. It was a lot quieter than the burrow and definitely more welcoming than #12 Grimmauld place. Hermione's parents seemed to love having them there, however, Harry already felt as if he was overstaying his visit. The feeling lingering in the pit of his stomach causing guilt.

"I shouldn't be here, I don't belong here." He often thought.

Often times darkness loomed in the back of Harry's mind, he felt guilty with everything that was happening post-war. His best friend was having loads of problems and he couldn't help but think it was all his fault.

But then there was Hermione, his beautiful light. The girl he wanted for so long and within her his baby. He felt so selfish for feeling guilt about the war, he should be there for them in every way he could, he had so much fear that he wouldn't be there in some way.

And the night terrors. They caused so much mental pain in Harry.

Hermione could always tell when Harry was about to have a nightmare, it would start with him shuffling around in bed, then quiet groans, and soon after he would start screaming. Though nothing had happened quite like tonight.

She immediately felt him shaking in bed "Harry love," she whispered softly, "Shhh Har. You're okay Harry." He began shaking more violently.

Hermione began to get frightened, usually, her calming words would help him fall back to sleep or quiet him. But not tonight.

Taking her right hand she began to trace his forehead, "Harry wake up." She whispered in his ear. "I need you to wake up Har, it'll be okay."

Suddenly out of nowhere, Harry's hand was around her wrist squeezing as tight as he could. Hermione let out a sharp squeak of pain, this did not cause Harry to stop. In an instant, he was on his feet with his wand in his hand pointing it straight at Hermione, his hand still squeezing tight around her wrist.

'Harry...Harry, it's me." Hermione said quietly, her voice shaking in fear as a single tear shed down her cheek.

"What did you do with her? WHERE IS SHE?" He yelled at Hermione, his grip tightening on her wrist cutting off the circulation.

"Harry, I'm Hermione, we are safe." Hermione told him. Her voice was still shaky. Slowly she began to reach under her pillow for her wand, hoping the sleeping Harry Potter would not sense her movement.

"I love you, Harry," She spoke quietly, "Everything is okay."

Just as the sleeping Harry began to cast a hex on Hermione she quickly took hold of her wand and shouted a loud "Expelliarmus!" with all of her strength.

This shot Harry back causing him to loudly hit the wall, shaking the whole house and disarming him. He fell to the floor, clearly knocked out with his wand meters away from him.

Hermione's parents were quick to enter their daughter's room seconds after they felt their home shake, even the spells Hermione had on her room couldn't stop the noise of Harry hitting her bedroom wall.

Her mum rushed over to Hermione looking over her while Mr. Granger went to Harry's side.

"Bloody Hell, what happened?" Mr. Granger asked in disbelief while looking at the knocked out teen on his daughter's floor.

"Hermione, did he do this to your wrist?" Ms. Granger asked in shock while nursing the marks on her daughter's right wrist.

"He had a nightmare." And that was all she told her parents.

When Harry woke the next morning he realized he was laying alone in Hermione's bed. Panic set in as his eyes began to search the room for her, quickly he made eye contact with her. She was sitting in the corner with a book in hand.

"Goodmorning love." Harry said happily, as he made to get out of bed he felt a twinge of pain in his side.

"No!" Hermione said slightly in fear, she held her hand up to stop Harry but this caused her to expose the bandages on her right arm.

Harry looked at Hermione in concern as he held the pain on his side.

"Hermione, what happened?" He asked in concern, his emerald eyes pooling with guilt.

"You had a nightmare last night." She spoke quietly with her eyes down.

"You didn't know it was me and you tried to hurt me," Tears were falling down her face already as a look of horror filled Harry's face. The events of his dream began to come back to him.

It was dark and stormy, red eyes began to flash around Harry and an evil laugh rang around him sending chills down Harry's spine."I know what's important to you" said the eerie voice of his enemyHarry fell backwards into a pool of water as the voice filled his head. As he struggled to swim the voice went on."She's hereeee with meeee" the voice slithered like a snake down his ears.All of a sudden Harry was standing in a forest covered in blood, his enemy in front of him."What did you do with her? WHERE IS SHE?" His voice felt fake in his mouth. The figure before him laughed as he vanishedAll Harry could hear were the sounds of a woman screaming with the faint sobs of a baby.

As the rest of the dream faded from his memory Harry was brought back into reality by the small sniffles coming from Hermione.

Harry made another move to get up from the bed where he sat but more pain filled his side.

"Harry don't move please, I...I broke your rib." As Hermione spoke shame filled her eyes.

"Merlin Hermione, I don't care. Did I hurt you or the baby?" Anger began to fill in Harry's mind. How could he do this to her?

"We are fine Harry…" She started.

"No!" Harry's loud words caused Hermione to jump in fear making Harry feel worse.

"I...I'm so sorry Hermione." Harry tried to express his sorrow towards her but his lack of physical contact with her made this hard for him.

Hermione made her way over to Harry's side slowly.

"It was just a bad dream Har, you didn't know it was me…" she tried to explain but Harry couldn't stop looking at the bandage on her wrist.

"I shouldn't be here," Harry stood up wincing in pain from his broken rib, "I'm so sorry Hermione."

"Harry! No! Don't do this again don't walk out when things get difficult!" Hermione stood to stop him, her growing baby bump getting in the way.

Harry stared at her giving her a small smile and putting his hand on her belly.

"I don't want to hurt you two." Small tears were trickling down his cheeks.

"You won't. Please just let us help you Harry. We love you." Hermione pleaded to Harry.

For a second Hernione thought he would leave her again, and in that second she never felt more fear. But he didn't. He crashed into her arms sobbing more "I'm so sorry" and "i love you Mione''

She knew he loved her, just like she loved him.

A/N

Emo Harry lol. Sorry for the wait! Leave a review please! Give me inspiration!

ThePotterPoet