My Baby
Chapter Three- The One that Got Away
Authors Note- A lot of you said it was Ginny or Cho, I don't blame you, they are prime suspects. The short chapters may continue for a little longer, just a little. Cut me some slack on that one.
The two were standing, watching Harry like concrete statues. Harry tried to swallow the lump in his throat, he was precisely positive, and they knew it. He adjusted Emily in his arms, she was lucky enough to be able to sleep.
Hermione cleared her throat, " um, Ron, I think you have enough experience with the Muggle ways to go to the store and get some- things for Emily. There's an all night store on the next block" Harry knew what she was trying to do.
Unfortunately, Ron didn't. " Not as much as either of you, let's not forget who once lived here. Besides, I want to know who the mum is".
" Go Ron" she grunted in warning.
" Oh! So you can find out, but I can't".
Hermione shoved him towards the kitchen doorway until Ron gave up and left. He muttered several swears as the front door closed. She turned to Harry, " I'm going to go upstairs for a minutes, will you two be alright?". He nodded.
She bolted into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, cold water. Splashing a few handfuls on her face, Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. Her best friend, a new father, she couldn't imagine what he was feeling.
The kitchen was empty when she returned downstairs. Harry and Emily were in the living room, Hermione sat next to him on the couch. " She's adorable".
" I wonder how long she'll stay asleep for" he said softly.
Hermione stroked Emily's hand, which was holding onto Harry's shirt. She was so soft and quiet, peacefully sleeping. Hermione couldn't help it, it was contained long in less than an hour. " Is it Cho?".
He shook his head, " I haven't even talked to her since Hogwarts".
" Ginny?".
" Ron would be murdering me right now".
That was the top two. Hermione could have sworn it was one of those girls. Now she had to guess, " that new girl that came during our fifth year?".
" No" he didn't seem to mind her asking. That's because he knew she wouldn't be able to guess a name, smart as she was.
" Okay" it was her forfeit, " you don't have to tell. Oh, she's got a little dirt on her arm, right there, I'll get a wash cloth". Ron burst through to doorway into the kitchen, out of breath, his face matching his hair. " Did you get anything?" she rang out the access water, noticing his hands were empty. He shook his head, too breathless for one word. " Did you even take the car?".
" No" Ron breathed moving past Hermione so he would see Harry, " you'll never guess who I saw at the store".
" No more guessing" Harry and Hermione muttered in union.
He took a huge gulp, " Fleur Delacar". She dropped the rag, Ron doubled over, but Harry remained the same. Hermione had just looked over at him when Ron added, " what's she doing in with the Muggles?". Right after he said that, he followed Hermione's gaze to Harry.
" Um, Harry?" her voice was sensitive, ready for either option.
Harry returned the stare, looking a little insulted. " What? No! No, no, no, it's not her. I'm terrified of that girl, no offense or anything". Hermione let out a small sigh.
Ron shrugged, " yeah, she didn't seem like she had just dropped off a baby. Besides her sister was with her, doubt she'd do something like that with her around. What was her name?".
" Gabrielle" Harry whispered, though loud enough for them to hear.
" That's the one. You remember Hermione, the little cutie that Harry rescued during the second task like ten years ago, I tell you, ten years can really do a lot for..".
" Ron!" Hermione hissed, " shut up".
They were both watching Harry, he knew they were, but was still more interested with Emily. She was a distraction from the truth. Unfortunately, that silent moment could last forever, no matter what charm he would try.
" Harry?" he looked up, " is Gabrielle Emily's mother?".
He seemed to now have a tighter hold on the baby, like he was securing her as if someone was going to try and take her away.
" Yes".
Authors Note- Before anyone goes insane because Gabrielle Delacar is only eight, she's eighteen or maybe even nineteen now. Her actual age was never revealed in the Goblet of Fire. I can make the next chapter an immediate continuation or a flashback of how this all happened. What do you want?
Chapter Three- The One that Got Away
Authors Note- A lot of you said it was Ginny or Cho, I don't blame you, they are prime suspects. The short chapters may continue for a little longer, just a little. Cut me some slack on that one.
The two were standing, watching Harry like concrete statues. Harry tried to swallow the lump in his throat, he was precisely positive, and they knew it. He adjusted Emily in his arms, she was lucky enough to be able to sleep.
Hermione cleared her throat, " um, Ron, I think you have enough experience with the Muggle ways to go to the store and get some- things for Emily. There's an all night store on the next block" Harry knew what she was trying to do.
Unfortunately, Ron didn't. " Not as much as either of you, let's not forget who once lived here. Besides, I want to know who the mum is".
" Go Ron" she grunted in warning.
" Oh! So you can find out, but I can't".
Hermione shoved him towards the kitchen doorway until Ron gave up and left. He muttered several swears as the front door closed. She turned to Harry, " I'm going to go upstairs for a minutes, will you two be alright?". He nodded.
She bolted into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, cold water. Splashing a few handfuls on her face, Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. Her best friend, a new father, she couldn't imagine what he was feeling.
The kitchen was empty when she returned downstairs. Harry and Emily were in the living room, Hermione sat next to him on the couch. " She's adorable".
" I wonder how long she'll stay asleep for" he said softly.
Hermione stroked Emily's hand, which was holding onto Harry's shirt. She was so soft and quiet, peacefully sleeping. Hermione couldn't help it, it was contained long in less than an hour. " Is it Cho?".
He shook his head, " I haven't even talked to her since Hogwarts".
" Ginny?".
" Ron would be murdering me right now".
That was the top two. Hermione could have sworn it was one of those girls. Now she had to guess, " that new girl that came during our fifth year?".
" No" he didn't seem to mind her asking. That's because he knew she wouldn't be able to guess a name, smart as she was.
" Okay" it was her forfeit, " you don't have to tell. Oh, she's got a little dirt on her arm, right there, I'll get a wash cloth". Ron burst through to doorway into the kitchen, out of breath, his face matching his hair. " Did you get anything?" she rang out the access water, noticing his hands were empty. He shook his head, too breathless for one word. " Did you even take the car?".
" No" Ron breathed moving past Hermione so he would see Harry, " you'll never guess who I saw at the store".
" No more guessing" Harry and Hermione muttered in union.
He took a huge gulp, " Fleur Delacar". She dropped the rag, Ron doubled over, but Harry remained the same. Hermione had just looked over at him when Ron added, " what's she doing in with the Muggles?". Right after he said that, he followed Hermione's gaze to Harry.
" Um, Harry?" her voice was sensitive, ready for either option.
Harry returned the stare, looking a little insulted. " What? No! No, no, no, it's not her. I'm terrified of that girl, no offense or anything". Hermione let out a small sigh.
Ron shrugged, " yeah, she didn't seem like she had just dropped off a baby. Besides her sister was with her, doubt she'd do something like that with her around. What was her name?".
" Gabrielle" Harry whispered, though loud enough for them to hear.
" That's the one. You remember Hermione, the little cutie that Harry rescued during the second task like ten years ago, I tell you, ten years can really do a lot for..".
" Ron!" Hermione hissed, " shut up".
They were both watching Harry, he knew they were, but was still more interested with Emily. She was a distraction from the truth. Unfortunately, that silent moment could last forever, no matter what charm he would try.
" Harry?" he looked up, " is Gabrielle Emily's mother?".
He seemed to now have a tighter hold on the baby, like he was securing her as if someone was going to try and take her away.
" Yes".
Authors Note- Before anyone goes insane because Gabrielle Delacar is only eight, she's eighteen or maybe even nineteen now. Her actual age was never revealed in the Goblet of Fire. I can make the next chapter an immediate continuation or a flashback of how this all happened. What do you want?