The tree branches smashed against the window from the pouring rain and huge
gusts of wind. Hermione sat up and looked at her clock.2 am. She jumped out
of bed and closed her window. The room was cold which caused Hermione to
shiver. She climbed back under her thick blankets, but it wasn't enough to
keep her warm. She had a better idea.
Her parents had called that night and said that they had to stay at the office because of the storm conditions. The electricity was out all over the city and people were stuck in their offices too.
Hermione and Harry were happy to be alone for a while. They sat on the couch watching a movie and eating ice cream--right out of the carton--for dinner. Hermione threw a pillow at Harry, which started the biggest pillow fight ever. One of the pillows had exploded sending feathers everywhere. They continued to hit each other with the remaining pillows. Hermione did a quick wave of her wand to clean up once they were done. They headed to bed at about midnight, in separate rooms, incase her parent's were to come home during the night.
Hermione got back out of her bed and shuffled to the door. She opened it slowly and poked her head out. She looked both ways down the hall and walked to the stairs. She went to her parent's room and looked inside. Empty. Hermione headed back upstairs and to bed.but not her bed. She crept into the guest room and slide under the covers of the bed. She laid on her side, facing the sleeping Harry and put her arm over his chest (he was on his back). This caused him to wake up.
"Mione?"
"Shh. Go back to sleep." She cooed.
"You're obsessed with me." He rolled over and faced her.
"So what if I am?" She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss and rolled over. She scooted closer to him so she was just touching his chest. He placed his arm around her waist and the two fell asleep.
~~~~*~~~~
"So, what did you say to me last night? I was too tired to even realize what I was doing." Hermione took a sip of coffee from her mug and sat at the table across from Harry. Her parent's still hadn't come home.
"I said that you were obsessed with me." He replied.
"What do you mean by that?" She took another drink from the pink coffee mug in her hands. The weather outside wasn't any better than last night. Though the electricity had come back, it was still dark outside from the storm clouds.
"Well, ever since I've been here, you can't seem to stay away from me for too long. Like for example.you've snuck into my room every night after your parent's have gone to bed. We make out every chance we get. And, if that's not enough, we've done all that behind your parent's backs."
"I'm sorry if you have a problem with me, Harry Potter, but I love you. And that's how people express their love." Hermione threw the contents of her cup into Harry's face then stormed out of the room and up the stairs. Harry heard a door slam. He went to the bathroom to clean off his burning face from the coffee. He had to change his shirt too.
When he was done, he knocked on Hermione's door. He heard quiet crying.
"Mione? Please don't be mad at me. I don't have a problem with you.I was just trying to realize how much you really do love me." He slowly opened the door and poked his head through. He saw his girlfriend lying on her stomach on her bed with her head in her pillow, crying. "C'mon, please. Let's not do this." He walked over and sat on the bed next to her. He rubbed her back with his hand.
"I'm sorry." She sat up and wrapped her arms around Harry in a tight embrace. They didn't let go of each other for quite some time until they heard the front door open. "My parent's are home." She let go and stood up, but Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.
"Mione, we have to tell them. The other day, your mother cornered me on my way upstairs and asked me if I was here to tell them something. They're starting to suspect that I'm not just here to visit."
"Just wait a while."
"Hermione! I've been here for more than a week. Don't you think they've 'warmed up' to me yet? If we wait any longer, you'll start to show." Harry rested his hand on her stomach. She put her hand over his and sighed.
"You're right. Tonight, we'll tell them tonight.at dinner." She kissed his cheek and left. Harry got up to follow, but realized that he was in Hermione's room, and if her parent's saw him walking out of it, he would have to leave for sure. He crept back to his room, then turned around and acted like he was just coming out of there.
~~~~*~~~~
Harry carefully turned the pages of the red photo book as to not ruin the pictures. The first one was his parent's and him before they were murdered. They second was a picture of Ron, Hermione, and him from first year. The rest were mostly of the Weasleys', him, and Hermione.
Suddenly, Hermione ran in his room and jumped on his bed. She crawled over next to Harry and looked at the pictures. He was looking at his parents.
"That will be us soon, with a child." Harry fought to hold back tears.
"I bet you miss them a lot." She hugged her boyfriend while he wiped tears from his eyes. "I want you to know, that my parent's might pay someone to kill you after we tell them tonight. Then me." She screamed. Harry had started tickling her around the ribs.
"Harry!!! Stop! Please!" Hermione shouted in between laughs. She had to gasp for air.
"Why should I?" He continued to tickle her harder.
"Because you have to." A stern voice came from the doorway. Hermione and Harry stopped and Hermione sat up. They looked at Hermione's dad standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. "Hermione, your mother wants a word with you in the kitchen." She got up and left, turning back to give Harry an 'I'm sorry' look.
"Harry, we understand that our daughter is your friend, and maybe more to you, but as long as you are under this roof, nothing relationship-wise will happen, understood?" He took a step forward.
"Yes, sir, but we were just."
"Understood?" This time he raised his voice, and his face twisted into the looks of the devil.
Harry hung his head. "Yes, sir." Hermione's dad left Harry sitting on his bed, with his head hung.
About five minutes later, Hermione came back up. She saw how Harry was sitting and rushed to him.
"What did he do?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"He said that as long as I was here, we couldn't touch each other." Harry turned and looked at her. She pressed her lips into his for a passionate kiss, but Harry pushed her away. "Please, Mione. I want to stay here a little longer."
"Well, I'm not thirteen anymore, so I can kiss you whenever I want." She leaned in again, but he still pushed her away.
"Please, just until tonight, after we tell them." Harry pleaded. She nodded and walked out, obviously not liking this.
~~~~*~~~~
Hermione's mother placed a large bowl of salad on the table, followed by a large bowl of spaghetti.
Harry sat next to Hermione, against her father's wishes. Hermione sat across from her mother, and Harry across from her father.
The four ate in silence for about five minutes, all the while Hermione's dad giving Harry strange looks. Finally, Hermione broke the silence.
"So, Mum, how was work today?" She asked, slurping up a piece of spaghetti.
"It was fine, except the fact that your father keeps doing the paperwork wrong."
"I do not! It's that snotty wanna-be-prostitute of a secretary that you hired. She can't tell right from left, let alone work from the club."
"Oh, well, if you think you can find someone that wants that job, then be my guest." They were both shouting insults at each other.
Harry leaned over to whisper to Hermione. "Do something." Hermione looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. She went back to twirling the pasta on her plate. Harry did the same. About ten seconds later, when they stopped shouting and began eating, Hermione blurted out the worst thing imaginable.
"I'm pregnant." Hermione's mother's fork clattered to the floor.
To Be Continued
A/N: okay, sorry I didn't update sooner, but I was out of town! With no computer!!! I was soooooooooo lonely. Well, enjoy!! Bye luv blah gurl
Her parents had called that night and said that they had to stay at the office because of the storm conditions. The electricity was out all over the city and people were stuck in their offices too.
Hermione and Harry were happy to be alone for a while. They sat on the couch watching a movie and eating ice cream--right out of the carton--for dinner. Hermione threw a pillow at Harry, which started the biggest pillow fight ever. One of the pillows had exploded sending feathers everywhere. They continued to hit each other with the remaining pillows. Hermione did a quick wave of her wand to clean up once they were done. They headed to bed at about midnight, in separate rooms, incase her parent's were to come home during the night.
Hermione got back out of her bed and shuffled to the door. She opened it slowly and poked her head out. She looked both ways down the hall and walked to the stairs. She went to her parent's room and looked inside. Empty. Hermione headed back upstairs and to bed.but not her bed. She crept into the guest room and slide under the covers of the bed. She laid on her side, facing the sleeping Harry and put her arm over his chest (he was on his back). This caused him to wake up.
"Mione?"
"Shh. Go back to sleep." She cooed.
"You're obsessed with me." He rolled over and faced her.
"So what if I am?" She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss and rolled over. She scooted closer to him so she was just touching his chest. He placed his arm around her waist and the two fell asleep.
~~~~*~~~~
"So, what did you say to me last night? I was too tired to even realize what I was doing." Hermione took a sip of coffee from her mug and sat at the table across from Harry. Her parent's still hadn't come home.
"I said that you were obsessed with me." He replied.
"What do you mean by that?" She took another drink from the pink coffee mug in her hands. The weather outside wasn't any better than last night. Though the electricity had come back, it was still dark outside from the storm clouds.
"Well, ever since I've been here, you can't seem to stay away from me for too long. Like for example.you've snuck into my room every night after your parent's have gone to bed. We make out every chance we get. And, if that's not enough, we've done all that behind your parent's backs."
"I'm sorry if you have a problem with me, Harry Potter, but I love you. And that's how people express their love." Hermione threw the contents of her cup into Harry's face then stormed out of the room and up the stairs. Harry heard a door slam. He went to the bathroom to clean off his burning face from the coffee. He had to change his shirt too.
When he was done, he knocked on Hermione's door. He heard quiet crying.
"Mione? Please don't be mad at me. I don't have a problem with you.I was just trying to realize how much you really do love me." He slowly opened the door and poked his head through. He saw his girlfriend lying on her stomach on her bed with her head in her pillow, crying. "C'mon, please. Let's not do this." He walked over and sat on the bed next to her. He rubbed her back with his hand.
"I'm sorry." She sat up and wrapped her arms around Harry in a tight embrace. They didn't let go of each other for quite some time until they heard the front door open. "My parent's are home." She let go and stood up, but Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.
"Mione, we have to tell them. The other day, your mother cornered me on my way upstairs and asked me if I was here to tell them something. They're starting to suspect that I'm not just here to visit."
"Just wait a while."
"Hermione! I've been here for more than a week. Don't you think they've 'warmed up' to me yet? If we wait any longer, you'll start to show." Harry rested his hand on her stomach. She put her hand over his and sighed.
"You're right. Tonight, we'll tell them tonight.at dinner." She kissed his cheek and left. Harry got up to follow, but realized that he was in Hermione's room, and if her parent's saw him walking out of it, he would have to leave for sure. He crept back to his room, then turned around and acted like he was just coming out of there.
~~~~*~~~~
Harry carefully turned the pages of the red photo book as to not ruin the pictures. The first one was his parent's and him before they were murdered. They second was a picture of Ron, Hermione, and him from first year. The rest were mostly of the Weasleys', him, and Hermione.
Suddenly, Hermione ran in his room and jumped on his bed. She crawled over next to Harry and looked at the pictures. He was looking at his parents.
"That will be us soon, with a child." Harry fought to hold back tears.
"I bet you miss them a lot." She hugged her boyfriend while he wiped tears from his eyes. "I want you to know, that my parent's might pay someone to kill you after we tell them tonight. Then me." She screamed. Harry had started tickling her around the ribs.
"Harry!!! Stop! Please!" Hermione shouted in between laughs. She had to gasp for air.
"Why should I?" He continued to tickle her harder.
"Because you have to." A stern voice came from the doorway. Hermione and Harry stopped and Hermione sat up. They looked at Hermione's dad standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. "Hermione, your mother wants a word with you in the kitchen." She got up and left, turning back to give Harry an 'I'm sorry' look.
"Harry, we understand that our daughter is your friend, and maybe more to you, but as long as you are under this roof, nothing relationship-wise will happen, understood?" He took a step forward.
"Yes, sir, but we were just."
"Understood?" This time he raised his voice, and his face twisted into the looks of the devil.
Harry hung his head. "Yes, sir." Hermione's dad left Harry sitting on his bed, with his head hung.
About five minutes later, Hermione came back up. She saw how Harry was sitting and rushed to him.
"What did he do?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"He said that as long as I was here, we couldn't touch each other." Harry turned and looked at her. She pressed her lips into his for a passionate kiss, but Harry pushed her away. "Please, Mione. I want to stay here a little longer."
"Well, I'm not thirteen anymore, so I can kiss you whenever I want." She leaned in again, but he still pushed her away.
"Please, just until tonight, after we tell them." Harry pleaded. She nodded and walked out, obviously not liking this.
~~~~*~~~~
Hermione's mother placed a large bowl of salad on the table, followed by a large bowl of spaghetti.
Harry sat next to Hermione, against her father's wishes. Hermione sat across from her mother, and Harry across from her father.
The four ate in silence for about five minutes, all the while Hermione's dad giving Harry strange looks. Finally, Hermione broke the silence.
"So, Mum, how was work today?" She asked, slurping up a piece of spaghetti.
"It was fine, except the fact that your father keeps doing the paperwork wrong."
"I do not! It's that snotty wanna-be-prostitute of a secretary that you hired. She can't tell right from left, let alone work from the club."
"Oh, well, if you think you can find someone that wants that job, then be my guest." They were both shouting insults at each other.
Harry leaned over to whisper to Hermione. "Do something." Hermione looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. She went back to twirling the pasta on her plate. Harry did the same. About ten seconds later, when they stopped shouting and began eating, Hermione blurted out the worst thing imaginable.
"I'm pregnant." Hermione's mother's fork clattered to the floor.
To Be Continued
A/N: okay, sorry I didn't update sooner, but I was out of town! With no computer!!! I was soooooooooo lonely. Well, enjoy!! Bye luv blah gurl