I could barely talk on the phone. "Harry," I managed to choke out. Then I broke into sobs.

"Hermione?" he asked. "How are you? What's wrong? Are you okay, Hermione?"

"I n-need to talk t-to you," I sniffed. "Only I d-don't seem to be doing v-very good at that."

"Could you come over here?" Harry asked me. "I mean, over to my new apartment. You know where it is, right? And didn't you get your apparation license? I think we need to talk in person."

"Okay," I agreed, and quietly hung up the phone.

It's kind of funny, now that I think about it later, that Harry even had a phone in his house. But many witches and wizards were starting to think that the muggle telephone was a much faster and efficent method of communication than owls. And so Harry had put a phone into his home and had given me the number before we left school.

I wasn't sure if I was in any condition to apparate, but I prepared myself and focused wholly on the task ahead. I closed my eyes, as I always do, and when I opened them again I was in the kitchen of Harry's apartment. He was sitting at the table.

I sat down across from him. "You look a little better than you sounded on the phone," Harry said to me.

"I feel a bit better," I told him. "I've calmed down a little."

"Good, good," he mused. "I guess I'll start talking."

I just nodded, and he continued. "I know that you've been through a lot. I hope that you know I care about you and that I'll always be here for you."

"You told me all that before we left school," I pointed out.

He smiled a little and said, "Quit interrupting, I'm trying to make a point. So anyway, I feel that I didn't really do everything I could after what happened. I realized something." He turned his glance away from me and looked down at his shoes. "I realized... that I love you, Hermione."

I was speechless for a moment. Even though he had said those words to me so many times in my fantasies, this was real life. He really meant it. He really loved me.

"Oh, Harry," I mumbled. Then I started crying again. I couldn't help it.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worriedly. "Did I say something wrong? Really, Hermione, it's okay. I don't want to put any more pressure on you. You don't have to say anything now. In fact, you can just have a cup of tea and then leave if you want."

He had already gotten up and started to prepare the tea things. "No," I choked. "These are tears of happiness. I love you too, Harry."

He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at me. Then he walked over and embraced me.

"Thank you so much, Harry," I murmured in his ear. "You've done everything for me."

About half an hour later, we were sitting and chatting over tea. The conversation took a turn for the more serious, though, as we started talking about my baby.

"Do you know if it's going to be a boy or a girl?" he asked me.

"Well, I could know, obviously there are lots of tests or potions that would tell me." I grinned. "But I want to be surprised."

"So have you thought of any names?"

"Acually, I've been so busy, or I've had so many things running through my mind that I haven't had time to think about it. Do you want to brainstorm with me now?"

"Sure," he grinned, and grabbed some quills and parcment from a cabinet. "Now, write down your top five names for a boy, and then those for a girl," he instructed me.

I sat down and thought for a long time. I could tell Harry was thinking hard, too. Slowly I thought of names I liked, and wrote them down. Harry had finished before me and was watching me. I smiled at him. "What's your first choice for a boy?"

"Don't laugh," he said, laughing to himself. "Okay, I heard this name once for a boy and I just really liked it. It's a little weird, but I think it's cool. It's Adrian."

I thought about it. "Actually, I rather like it. Adrian. I think it's got a great sound to it. My first choice was Timothy, but I also really like my second choice, which was William."

The rest of mine were Adam, Jack, and Vincent. Harry's were James, William, Hunter, and Kirby.

I laughed at the last one. "Kirby?" I asked. "Where did you come up with that."

He grinned. "I dunno, I think I read it in a book once. I just thought it was cool."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, girls now. My choices were Lara, Julie, Arianna, Dawn, and Hope."

"Oooh, I like Hope. And Arianna," commented Harry. "And actually, I also had Julie. My other four were Molly, Pauline, Rebecca, and Alexandra."

I looked down at my parchment and the notes I had scribbled. Too many choices!

"So, do you have any idea what you're going to name the kid?"

"No idea!" I smiled. "I'd better think of something by the time he's born, though!" Then I got serious. "I really hope he doesn't look like Draco."

Harry looked solemn. "So do I. Look, Hermione, everything's going to be okay. I promise."

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A/N: Yay, I finally get to update! You know what's really stupid? I have to take keyboarding in school. I took the post test, and it said I typed 63 words per minute. So what's the point of me even taking the stupid class? It's pass or fail anyway. Lol, I can type so well from all the practice I get typing these stories!

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