Harry opened the door to their bedroom slowly and as quietly as he could.
Hermione was asleep and he didn't want to take the risk of waking her. She
had been fighting a losing battle with the flu for a few weeks and rest was
essential for her tired body.
Sitting down gently on the edge of the bed was a task for him as it shifted the weight and stirred her in her sleep. Hermione mumbled a little and turned over in her sleep, laying her head on Harry's leg.
Harry ran a hand through her hair and played with the tender locks, twisting them aorund his fingers. How often had he done this when they kissed or made love. He let go of her hair and ran a finger down her cheek. He loved her skin. It was so soft.
Harry scanned over her body, looking at the mess of blankets that only half covered her sleeping form. She wore her favorite pajamas; the blue silk ones lined with silver. Her hair was sleep tousled and ratty. Her skin was pale and she looked tired. So tired.
Harry smiled when he saw that she was still wearing her wedding ring. He would have thought that she would take it off during sleep, but she never took it off. Not ever. It was a silent way of telling him that she would love him forever.
"Harry?" Hermione muttered as her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey you," he said softly. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's alright. I like it better when you're with me anyway."
Hermione moved over and willed Harry to lay down with her. He did and crawled under the covers, his body facing hers. Hermione smiled and touched his face lovingly. Harry grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked with concen in his voice.
A small knowing laugh escaped Hermione's lips. "I knew you would get right down to the basics. I feel better, Harry. Don't worry. I'll be fine in no time."
"You had better. I miss having you up and about."
Hermione smiled and closed her eys, exhaling a small breath. She sighed content with happiness in a place where she belonged.
Hermione always knew that she would be the one to end up with Harry. She knew it long before in the early days of her fifth year when everything changed. Even when Harry reached the end of his rope with Voldemort in the sixth year she knew he was the one. It was their love that kept them going.
"Harry?" Hermione asked through her closed lids.
"What is it love?"
"I don't know." Hermione opened her eyes and looked into his. She loved his eyes. The green always made her feel safe and secure. "I love you," she said.
"I love you too."
Harry leaned over and touched his lips softly to hers. He kissed her tenderly to show that he respected her fragile state. He didn't want to cause her anymore distress than her illness already put her in.
"Mione?"
"Yes?"
"What would you say if I told you that I thought we needed a bigger place?"
Hermione opened her eyes and smiled at him. The first truly genuine smile that Harry had seen come out of her in days. Ever since she had first begun to get sick, she had been to weak to do much more than just lightly smile. But this smile brightened her face.
"I would tell you that it sounds like a good idea."
"You really think so?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, I do. We'll be needing one anyway, Harry," Hermione said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh? Mind telling me why?"
Hermione leaned closer to Harry and pushed a wild lock of his raven hair out of his face. She kissed his forehead softly and then leaned her own forehead against his.
"Because we're going to have a baby."
Harry looked calmly at her for a few seconds and then the statement registered in his brain and he was shocked. A chill went up his spine and he looked pale for a few seconds. Hermione laughed.
"A baby? Are you serious?"
"As serious as my love for you is."
Harry smiled and let out a long, happy sigh. Yes, things were going good for him as he sighed content in a place where he belonged.
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a/n: if you liked this latest addition to the series, then click the little review button below and let me know. also check out my latest fic 'the addiction'. ttyl.
Sitting down gently on the edge of the bed was a task for him as it shifted the weight and stirred her in her sleep. Hermione mumbled a little and turned over in her sleep, laying her head on Harry's leg.
Harry ran a hand through her hair and played with the tender locks, twisting them aorund his fingers. How often had he done this when they kissed or made love. He let go of her hair and ran a finger down her cheek. He loved her skin. It was so soft.
Harry scanned over her body, looking at the mess of blankets that only half covered her sleeping form. She wore her favorite pajamas; the blue silk ones lined with silver. Her hair was sleep tousled and ratty. Her skin was pale and she looked tired. So tired.
Harry smiled when he saw that she was still wearing her wedding ring. He would have thought that she would take it off during sleep, but she never took it off. Not ever. It was a silent way of telling him that she would love him forever.
"Harry?" Hermione muttered as her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey you," he said softly. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's alright. I like it better when you're with me anyway."
Hermione moved over and willed Harry to lay down with her. He did and crawled under the covers, his body facing hers. Hermione smiled and touched his face lovingly. Harry grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked with concen in his voice.
A small knowing laugh escaped Hermione's lips. "I knew you would get right down to the basics. I feel better, Harry. Don't worry. I'll be fine in no time."
"You had better. I miss having you up and about."
Hermione smiled and closed her eys, exhaling a small breath. She sighed content with happiness in a place where she belonged.
Hermione always knew that she would be the one to end up with Harry. She knew it long before in the early days of her fifth year when everything changed. Even when Harry reached the end of his rope with Voldemort in the sixth year she knew he was the one. It was their love that kept them going.
"Harry?" Hermione asked through her closed lids.
"What is it love?"
"I don't know." Hermione opened her eyes and looked into his. She loved his eyes. The green always made her feel safe and secure. "I love you," she said.
"I love you too."
Harry leaned over and touched his lips softly to hers. He kissed her tenderly to show that he respected her fragile state. He didn't want to cause her anymore distress than her illness already put her in.
"Mione?"
"Yes?"
"What would you say if I told you that I thought we needed a bigger place?"
Hermione opened her eyes and smiled at him. The first truly genuine smile that Harry had seen come out of her in days. Ever since she had first begun to get sick, she had been to weak to do much more than just lightly smile. But this smile brightened her face.
"I would tell you that it sounds like a good idea."
"You really think so?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, I do. We'll be needing one anyway, Harry," Hermione said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh? Mind telling me why?"
Hermione leaned closer to Harry and pushed a wild lock of his raven hair out of his face. She kissed his forehead softly and then leaned her own forehead against his.
"Because we're going to have a baby."
Harry looked calmly at her for a few seconds and then the statement registered in his brain and he was shocked. A chill went up his spine and he looked pale for a few seconds. Hermione laughed.
"A baby? Are you serious?"
"As serious as my love for you is."
Harry smiled and let out a long, happy sigh. Yes, things were going good for him as he sighed content in a place where he belonged.
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a/n: if you liked this latest addition to the series, then click the little review button below and let me know. also check out my latest fic 'the addiction'. ttyl.