Harry and Hermione sat there on their couch long after Ron had went back
home. They had scarce said 10 words since the 10 o'clock news discovered
their marriage. Although they had not wanted to announce the wedding yet it
was too late. Hermione glanced down to the rings on her hand and gave Harry
a kiss. "What was that for?" Harry asked turning to her.
"Because you need to stop worrying, they were going to find out eventually," Hermione said tilting Harry's chin so he would look her in the eyes.
"I know but-"
Hermione silenced him with a kiss and that was the end of it.
***
The sun peeked in the master bedroom of the Potters. Hermione slept comfortably on Harry's bare chest and his arms where protectively around her. As her eyelids opened she planted a kiss on Harry's chest. He did not stir but his eyes opened and his mouth quirked into a grin. She gave him a kiss on the lips and got off the bed. "Hermione come back. It's Saturday we don't have work," he grumbled still half asleep.
"We might not have work but we still need to go shopping."
"Shopping? For what?"
"Food Harry."
Harry picked himself out of the bed and made his way into the bathroom. When he stepped in hot steam fogged his glasses. Wiping them clean he made his way over to the sink. Taking out his toothbrush he heard Hermione humming. Who would have ever thought Hermione sung in the shower? Recognizing the tune Harry hummed along with it. "Oh Harry you messed up the song," Hermione said peeking her head out from the shower curtain.
"Oh well," Harry said walking over to her. "Need any company?" He asked innocently.
"No Harry," Hermione said firmly and popped her head out once more.
Harry walked back into the room and started to dress himself. He put on a pair of jeans, socks and shoes. He was about to put on his shirt when Hermione emerged from the bathroom ready to go. "You still have it? I thought you were going to get rid of it?" Hermione said pointing at Harry's back.
"No I decided to keep it. I thought you liked my tattoo," Harry said pulling on his shirt.
"I do but I thought you were going to get rid of it."
"I was but then I realized I like having it."
Yes Harry had a tattoo. It was the Gryffindor Griffin. He got it right after the war ended. Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus and Justin were all going to get a tattoo but by the time they got to the tattoo parlor everyone but Harry chickened out. To this day only a handful of people know about his little Griffin.
***
The weekend went fast and before anyone knew it, it was Monday. The profit was having a field day on the confirmation of the Potter-Granger marriage and the students didn't know what to make of it. They asked Hermione if she wanted to be called Professor Potter but she kindly said that it would be less confusing and to call her Professor Granger.
Time seemed to fly by and before anyone had noticed Halloween had snuck up on them. The Great Hall was once again adorned with pumpkins, bats and such holiday décor and the students of Hogwarts were enjoying the annual Halloween feast. This year Dumbledore decided to throw a party and invited all of the student body to attend. When the plates of food were spotless the party began.
Dessert was set out and the hall was booming with the sounds of muggle and magical music alike. Students, ghosts and even a few teachers decided to take a spin on the dance floor. All in all everyone was having a great time. When 12 o'clock rolled around the students dispersed and hall was left virtually empty. A few stragglers were left and a few teachers stayed behind talking. Though there were only a few people left the music went on strong. Song after song played and no one seemed to notice. It was only when a certain slow song came on did anyone pay attention to the dance floor. For out there all alone were Harry and Hermione dancing to their wedding song. All that were left could not help but smile as the couple danced to the song. They both seemed oblivious to anything but each other. Professor Sprout gave a sigh and mumbled, "How wonderful love is."
Most professors gave silent nods of agreement but Snape snorted under his breath.
***
With Halloween over it was time for Ron's favorite holiday; Thanksgiving. Today was the only day he could eat as much as he wanted and no one could complain.
It was the day before Thanksgiving and Hermione felt horrible. For the past week she could scarce keep anything down. Every so often she burst out of the room hand clenched tight over her mouth. Harry was deeply concerned and pleaded with Hermione to see the doctor. Finally after a week and countless visits to the loo Hermione gave in and Harry rushed her off to the doctor.
Sitting in a waiting room always made Harry a little uneasy. The unwarming and sterile feeling that always came with doctors sent chills to his spine. He sat there patiently with Hermione slumped over, looking rather pale when the receptionist called them inside. Hermione never really liked the idea of magical medicine so she tried to avoid medi witches. Instead Hermione visited the muggle doctor, however primitive it might be.
So there they sat waiting once again for the doctor to show up. After some more time the wise and cheerful doctor finally entered the room. "Hello again Hermione, haven't seen you in a while."
"Yes Doctor Smith," Hermione said looking as though she was about to be sick.
"Who's the lad Hermione?" Dr. Smith said looking up from the file and motioning to Harry.
"Oh that's Harry, my husband," Hermione said cracking a smile.
"Congratulations! I feel so old now. I can still remember the day I delivered you."
Harry smiled but Hermione ran out of the room hand clenched tightly over her mouth. Harry ran after her but was called back by Dr. Smith. "Harry, has Hermione been doing that a lot lately?"
"Yes for the past week. I finally got her to come in this morning."
"I wouldn't be so worried if I were you," he said smiling.
"Why shouldn't I be worried?" Harry asked puzzled.
At that moment Hermione came back into the room and sat down once more. "Hermione I think I know why you are feeling so unwell."
"How? I mean I just got in here you haven't examined me."
"I do not have to my dear because I have seen this ailment many many times."
"Well how do you treat it? When will it go away?" Harry asked still confused. This man was no wizard. He was no seer, he could not see the future nor could he read minds. How could he know all these answers?
"Well Harry and Hermione you see, you cannot treat this-"
"Why not?" Harry asked very scared for Hermione.
"You just can't. However it will go away."
"When?" Hermione asked very confused.
Dr. Smith smiled and said, "In about 9 months."
***
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I was reading HoGwArTs fLiRt13's review and wondered if anyone else felt the same. Do you think I should change Ron's love intrest back to Lavender or keep it as Luna?
"Because you need to stop worrying, they were going to find out eventually," Hermione said tilting Harry's chin so he would look her in the eyes.
"I know but-"
Hermione silenced him with a kiss and that was the end of it.
***
The sun peeked in the master bedroom of the Potters. Hermione slept comfortably on Harry's bare chest and his arms where protectively around her. As her eyelids opened she planted a kiss on Harry's chest. He did not stir but his eyes opened and his mouth quirked into a grin. She gave him a kiss on the lips and got off the bed. "Hermione come back. It's Saturday we don't have work," he grumbled still half asleep.
"We might not have work but we still need to go shopping."
"Shopping? For what?"
"Food Harry."
Harry picked himself out of the bed and made his way into the bathroom. When he stepped in hot steam fogged his glasses. Wiping them clean he made his way over to the sink. Taking out his toothbrush he heard Hermione humming. Who would have ever thought Hermione sung in the shower? Recognizing the tune Harry hummed along with it. "Oh Harry you messed up the song," Hermione said peeking her head out from the shower curtain.
"Oh well," Harry said walking over to her. "Need any company?" He asked innocently.
"No Harry," Hermione said firmly and popped her head out once more.
Harry walked back into the room and started to dress himself. He put on a pair of jeans, socks and shoes. He was about to put on his shirt when Hermione emerged from the bathroom ready to go. "You still have it? I thought you were going to get rid of it?" Hermione said pointing at Harry's back.
"No I decided to keep it. I thought you liked my tattoo," Harry said pulling on his shirt.
"I do but I thought you were going to get rid of it."
"I was but then I realized I like having it."
Yes Harry had a tattoo. It was the Gryffindor Griffin. He got it right after the war ended. Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus and Justin were all going to get a tattoo but by the time they got to the tattoo parlor everyone but Harry chickened out. To this day only a handful of people know about his little Griffin.
***
The weekend went fast and before anyone knew it, it was Monday. The profit was having a field day on the confirmation of the Potter-Granger marriage and the students didn't know what to make of it. They asked Hermione if she wanted to be called Professor Potter but she kindly said that it would be less confusing and to call her Professor Granger.
Time seemed to fly by and before anyone had noticed Halloween had snuck up on them. The Great Hall was once again adorned with pumpkins, bats and such holiday décor and the students of Hogwarts were enjoying the annual Halloween feast. This year Dumbledore decided to throw a party and invited all of the student body to attend. When the plates of food were spotless the party began.
Dessert was set out and the hall was booming with the sounds of muggle and magical music alike. Students, ghosts and even a few teachers decided to take a spin on the dance floor. All in all everyone was having a great time. When 12 o'clock rolled around the students dispersed and hall was left virtually empty. A few stragglers were left and a few teachers stayed behind talking. Though there were only a few people left the music went on strong. Song after song played and no one seemed to notice. It was only when a certain slow song came on did anyone pay attention to the dance floor. For out there all alone were Harry and Hermione dancing to their wedding song. All that were left could not help but smile as the couple danced to the song. They both seemed oblivious to anything but each other. Professor Sprout gave a sigh and mumbled, "How wonderful love is."
Most professors gave silent nods of agreement but Snape snorted under his breath.
***
With Halloween over it was time for Ron's favorite holiday; Thanksgiving. Today was the only day he could eat as much as he wanted and no one could complain.
It was the day before Thanksgiving and Hermione felt horrible. For the past week she could scarce keep anything down. Every so often she burst out of the room hand clenched tight over her mouth. Harry was deeply concerned and pleaded with Hermione to see the doctor. Finally after a week and countless visits to the loo Hermione gave in and Harry rushed her off to the doctor.
Sitting in a waiting room always made Harry a little uneasy. The unwarming and sterile feeling that always came with doctors sent chills to his spine. He sat there patiently with Hermione slumped over, looking rather pale when the receptionist called them inside. Hermione never really liked the idea of magical medicine so she tried to avoid medi witches. Instead Hermione visited the muggle doctor, however primitive it might be.
So there they sat waiting once again for the doctor to show up. After some more time the wise and cheerful doctor finally entered the room. "Hello again Hermione, haven't seen you in a while."
"Yes Doctor Smith," Hermione said looking as though she was about to be sick.
"Who's the lad Hermione?" Dr. Smith said looking up from the file and motioning to Harry.
"Oh that's Harry, my husband," Hermione said cracking a smile.
"Congratulations! I feel so old now. I can still remember the day I delivered you."
Harry smiled but Hermione ran out of the room hand clenched tightly over her mouth. Harry ran after her but was called back by Dr. Smith. "Harry, has Hermione been doing that a lot lately?"
"Yes for the past week. I finally got her to come in this morning."
"I wouldn't be so worried if I were you," he said smiling.
"Why shouldn't I be worried?" Harry asked puzzled.
At that moment Hermione came back into the room and sat down once more. "Hermione I think I know why you are feeling so unwell."
"How? I mean I just got in here you haven't examined me."
"I do not have to my dear because I have seen this ailment many many times."
"Well how do you treat it? When will it go away?" Harry asked still confused. This man was no wizard. He was no seer, he could not see the future nor could he read minds. How could he know all these answers?
"Well Harry and Hermione you see, you cannot treat this-"
"Why not?" Harry asked very scared for Hermione.
"You just can't. However it will go away."
"When?" Hermione asked very confused.
Dr. Smith smiled and said, "In about 9 months."
***
Thanks for the great reviews!
I was reading HoGwArTs fLiRt13's review and wondered if anyone else felt the same. Do you think I should change Ron's love intrest back to Lavender or keep it as Luna?
