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The Baby

Chapter Two: Going Shopping For Angelica

"Hermione?" Harry asked a little hesitantly. He put his arms around her as an attempt to comfort her. He didn't know what was going on and was not sure if he wanted to.

Hermione was a very collected person and if something had made her cry as hard as she was crying then, it had to be pretty bad. He was a little shaken up by the encounter. He would have never guessed that Parvati would work for the Dark Lord.

"Herm, tell me, what's going on?" Harry asked quietly.

"Harry! She thinks she's going to die!" Hermione cried. She told Harry what Parvati was asking them to do. After she was finished, she held Angelica very tightly to her chest as though her life depended on it.

"Harry? You will help .... will you?" Hermione asked him quietly after her sobs subsided.

Harry smiled at her in a comforting way and answered her softly, "You didn't need to ask, 'Mione."

Despite of the situation, this brought a small smile to Hermione's tear streaked face. Harry always called her 'Mione when she was depressed or if he wanted to cheer her up. He was the only one allowed to call her that and he knew it. Not even Ron was allowed to.

Angelica finally woke up, having slept through the whole time. She opened her eyes to reveal brown eyes, a shade lighter than Hermione's. Harry smiled and pointed it out.

"This will make it more believable," Harry told her, "She has brown eyes and black hair."

"I guess," Hermione laughed, "Harry? Get the baby stuff in the attic, would you?"

There were bottles in the attic ever since Elizabeth was born. Harry would always bring her over and sometimes let her sleep at their house. When Christi was born, he did the same. There were also a few clothes that were kept, however, Hermione was sure that only one or two pairs would fit Angelica as she was still too small.

While Harry was upstairs, Hermione took her time to look at the baby in her arms. Looking at her, Hermione guessed that she was only about five or four months old. She had black hair that fell to the small of her back. She had pale skin, but had rosy cheeks. Her eyes were brown, just like hers. Hermione wondered how lucky Parvati was that her child's features were like her's and Harry's.

Harry finally came back. Hermione watched as he walked towards her carrying a small bag and a car seat.

"These are the only things that she can use, 'Mione," he announced as he sat down across of her. He held up small off-shoulder shirt and a jean skirt. Along a pair of shoes, a bag of diapers, a pacifier, baby wipes ("You'll do the cleaning, Herm!"), two bottles, a can of formula, a bib, and a baby bag. Seeing this, Hermione's face fell.

"Harry, there is no way we can put off shopping today! She doesn't even have enough milk and we don't have baby food!" Hermione shrieked.

"Okay, okay!" Harry said holding up his hands. He had no desire to go shopping, but seeing how this affected Hermione's mood, he agreed.

"I'll just get us cleaned up a bit and you can pack the bottles and such. We're going to a muggle shop then we'll go to Diagon Alley, so you better change," Hermione said motioning to the green, handsome robes he was wearing, "Just bring robes with you." She walked up the stairs with Angelica's clothes and shut the door of her room. All the way downstairs, Harry could hear Angelica's giggles. He sighed and did as Hermione told him to. He could just picture Ron saying 'She got you wrapped around her little finger, mate!'

About fifteen minutes later, Hermione came back with Angelica. She was wearing a pale blue tank top and blue jeans. She had an extra robe slung over her shoulder. Angelica was wearing the outfit Harry had taken from the attic earlier, white shoes and her hair was combed neatly.

Hermione smiled at him as he laughed when Angelica pulled her hair, causing some to escape from the ponytail it was in. Harry carried the car seat and played with Angelica, who was peering at him over Hermione's shoulder.

"Harry, you'll probably enjoy having Angelica around!" Hermione laughed as Harry tickled Angelica's sides. Harry just laughed and put the car seat at the back seats of one of their cars, a silver convertible.

They drove to a mall called 'Square One'. The whole ride was spent in silence, both Harry and Hermione lost in their thoughts. About ten minutes later, Hermione decided to break the silence.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"If people recognize us, what do you think we should say? No one even knows about Angelica," Hermione asked Harry.

Harry was silent for a minute, his eyes fixed on the road.

"Well, I suppose we should tell them that Angelica is ours, since that's what you want isn't it?" he replied.

"Well yes, but----"

"Then that's what we'll say. No buts" Harry told her.

Hermione looked at the back seat and found Angelica sleeping. She looked at Harry again and sighed.

Harry noticed this and asked teasingly, "What's wrong, Honey?"

Hermione hit him playfully in the arm. "Hey!" Harry protested, "If we're going to act like Angelica's ours, don't you think we should pretend to at least be going out?"

"I suppose," Hermione sighed, "I'm just worried about Parvati."

Harry put his free hand above hers comfortingly. "I am, too, Herm. I am too."

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. In about twenty-five minutes, Harry and Hermione were facing the entrance of the shopping center. Harry was bringing the car seat and Hermione was carrying Angelica.

"'Mione? If a someone notices us, don't you think we should at least answer a few of their questions? I'm pretty sure most of them will be about Angelica."

"Sure, I guess," Hermione agreed.

They went inside the door and a blast of cold air hit their face. When they were on the fifth floor about an hour later, Hermione and Harry had yet to reach the baby store.

"Just ask somebody where the bloody store is!" she said waving the baby bag around wildly.

Harry looked at her as if she had gone mental. " 'Mione," he started slowly, afraid that she might explode, "We might get recognized by some people."

"I don't care! Just ask someone! I need to go to the washroom," she announced, "You can go to that store," she continued pointing to a shop filled with furniture. "Try to find a play pen, a rocking chair ... well you get the idea!"

She turned around and went inside the washroom. To her great surprise, she found Rita Skeeter fixing her hair in front of the mirror. She was wearing muggle clothes. She backed up against the wall, listening to the conversation Rita was having with another reporter Hermione recognized as Anna Bernard.

"Anna, where do you think those little brats are? We just saw them going in!" Rita said furiously.

"I don't know, Rita. And if we do find them, how sure are you that they'll give us an interview? They're trying to avoid the media!"

Rita didn't answer. It seemed like she was at a loss for words. Hermione went out as fast as she can, hoping Rita hadn't seen her. She, however, didn't notice a girl follow her.

"Ms. Granger!" the girl shrieked. She looked like she was eleven or twelve.

Hermione turned around and smiled at the girl in front of her.

"My name is Cathy Caraway," the girl announced loudly. "I'm a really big fan of yours!"

"Oh, thank you!" Hermione said. By now, a lot of people had formed around her, trying to get her autograph. She craned her neck, trying to look for Harry and Angelica. She looked at the washroom entrance and, to her horror, saw Rita, Anna and a man holding a camera running briskly towards her.

"Ms. Granger!" Anna yelled over the crowd, "Where's Mr. Potter and the girl?"

Hermione pretended that she didn't hear her and continued her search of Harry and her 'daughter'. To her immense relief, she spotted them walking towards her. Seeing Harry, the people made way for him to pass through. He smiled at them gratefully.

Harry gave Hermione a questioning stare which she nodded to. He turned to Rita and her little crew.

"I'll give you two answers, so you better think about your questions properly," he informed her. There were people shoving paper in his face.

Rita's face lit up as though she had just been told that she was the new owner if the Daily Prophet. She motioned for Ana and the camera man to form a little circle. After a few minutes, she turned to Harry, who was still busy signing. When he saw this, he motioned for Hermione to join him.

"What is the name of this child?" Rita asked them. Harry was about to answer when Hermione beat him to it.

"Her name is Angel," Hermione told her, she gazed at Angelica and continued softly, "Angelica Lily Potter."

"Mr. Potter, who are the parents of this child," she asked curiously. The camera man was taking pictures of them madly.

"Well, isn't that a bit obvious?" Harry replied, "Her parents are me and Hermione. Now excuse us, we need to continue our shopping." He turned and took Hermione's hand. Surprisingly, no one followed them.

"Where is the sodding store?!" Hermione yelled.

Harry looked behind her and pointed. "Its right there, Herm."

Hermione looked where he was pointing at and turned to him sheepishly.

"Come on!"

They entered the store and bought Angelica toys, clothes, and other things needed to raise a child. No one really recognized Harry until he and Hermione reached the counter. Hermione walked over to a nearby shelf to look at a baby book, leaving Harry alone to pay for their things.

"Hey, I'm Lovely," the sales lady said seductively.

' Your name is Lovely? Well, it doesn't suite you.' Harry thought, rolling his eyes inwardly.

Harry squirmed from where he stood. "Who's are these for? Not your's I hope. From what I know, you don't have a kid, and I know a lot." She now had her hand on his arm. Harry tried to pry it off put she wouldn't let go. He looked at Hermione for help, who was watching the exchange with amusement.

Seeing him so uncomfortable, she decided to help him.

"Hey!!" the people in line protested. Since there was only one counter, they were pretty annoyed by the amount of things they bought. Hermione looked at them and continued her task to help Harry.

"I'm sorry, Miss," the clerk said. "You'll have to go to the back of the line," her voice was menacing.

Hermione looked at her, not even affected in the least. Harry, seeing Hermione, put his arm protectively around her shoulder. He gave her a kiss on her forehead. Witnessing this, the sales lady's eyes bulged out.

"Y-y-you!" she screeched pointing at Harry and Hermione. "You're Harry Potter and Hermione Granger!" The people who were complaining in the line were suddenly silent.

Throughout the exchange, Harry had thought that she knew who he was. It was a pretty funny sight. The whole store was deadly quiet, there was a lady by the cashier pointing a shaking finger at two very famous actors. Then, as though they were one, the people started muttering and started exciting conversations with each other.

Seeing the commotion, the manager came out of the storage room, his face red.

"Lea! What the bloody hell are you doing?! There are a thousand people out here and you're there pointing at a lovely couple!!" He stopped to take a breath and turned to Harry and Hermione. "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. ?"

"Potter, Harry Potter," Harry answered. He looked expectantly at Hermione to add something, when he noticed that she was looking at the manager, who had now calmed down, as though that was all that was needed to be said.

'Of course! She wants the sodding guy to think that you two are a bloody couple!' Harry thought sarcastically to himself.

"I' am sorry, Mr. Pot--" he suddenly stopped as though he had just realized something rather obvious. "Mr. Potter!! Is there anything we could do?" he exclaimed.

"Well will you total up our things?" Hermione spoke up. "Harry and I are terribly sorry to say that we still have a lot of things to do and we need to get going." Hermione laughed calmly.

'She's a bloody good actress,' Harry thought admirably, 'She acts as though we aren't even doing anything wrong! Well, we aren't, but that's not the point!'

"Of course!" the manager replied eagerly. He pushed Lovely, who protested, out of the way and totaled up their things himself. After a rather amusing fifteen minutes, Harry's hands were full of plastic bags while Hermione was bringing one or two along with Angelica.

"Harry? Do you think we should schedule an interview in a muggle t.v. show. After that I reckon we should set up one on the Daily Prophet as well?" Hermione asked as they drove out of the parking lot.

"I guess we should," Harry replied, "When do you want it? I wanted it next week, but seeing what happened, I guess it could be sooner."

"Well, I guess tomorrow would be fine," Hermione answered after thinking about his question. "Yeah, tomorrow would be fine. We should schedule a show with 'Mark and Sylvia' in the morning and we can have the other one the next day."

"Whatever you say, Darling."

"Harry!"

~*~*~ The Next Day in the Studio ~*~*~

"Welcome! Harry! Hermione!" Mark said enthusiastically.

Harry and Hermione sat down on one of the comfy stairs on the stage. They left Angelica with a nanny they hired for a day, who was in the backstage, waiting to be called.

"Hey Mark!" Harry replied. He was wearing a tight black turtle neck that showed of his muscular chest, which he gained from years of Quidditch.

"So, how are you?" Sylvia asked. After the introductions were made, they got on Angelica.

"What's this I hear about you two? Some people are saying they saw you two by the mall shopping for baby clothes and a baby?" Sylivia asked curiously.

"Well, I will make no attempt to hide it anymore. Our secret is out in the open," Hermione answered. She took hold of holding Harry's hand, caressing it lovingly to make it more believable. However, it was only Harry who noticed that she was grasping it rather hard and her hands were sweating.

"We thought those were just rumors," Sylvia gasped.

Hermione smiled and said, "That's what we were trying to do. And from what you just said, I think it worked pretty good."

"We have not seen any pictures of her," Mark told her. "Tell us, what does she look like?"

Hermione grinned and Harry, not wanting to be left out, answered before she could even open her mouth.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Harry smirked.

Someone had sent the nanny, Mary Anne inside the stage, who was now walking towards Harry and Hermione, holding Angelica. Angelica was playing with her new toys, and seemed rather entertained with it. The toy Harry bought for her was the most expensive toy present today. He bought it when he went out last night to buy milk at a pharmacy nearby. It was a teddy bear that was made to play, sing and dance.

Sylvia gasped as Marry Anne handed Angelica to Harry. Angelica was clad in one of the many clothes Hermione had bought.

"What's her name?" Sylvia asked as Hermione let her hold Angelica.

"Angel," Harry told her. "Angelica Lily Potter."

"She looks just like you!" Mark commented. The audience nodded and shouted their approval.

"Thanks, I guess."

"How old is she?" Sylvia questioned. She turned to Harry.

"She's... er ... four months old." Harry looked at Hermione. She looked at him nodding slightly.

After a few more minutes, the show was over and they were on the backstage, signing autographs and thanking people who congratulated them. They went home after about two hours.

"That went pretty good," Harry commented. Hermione nodded, looking up at him after she finished changing Angelica's diaper.

"Just one more trip to the Daily Prophet to schedule an interview and were going home. I wonder how Parvati is?" Hermione wondered sadly.

"Herm, she's just fine," Harry told her, "you need to have trust in her."

"You're right."

Harry woke up the next morning with Hermione jumping on his bed. He opened his eyes groggily, sat up and grabbed her ankles. Hermione fell down beside him and laughed.

"You should see what's printed in 'Entertainment'."

"Why, what's there?" Harry asked. He put his arm around her waist and she did the same to him. They did this every now and then. By now, they were comfortable with it and would even do this in public without thinking.

"See for yourself," Hermione answered. She reached out to the side of the bed and picked up a magazine called 'Entertainment'.

Harry looked at her questioningly. She took 'Entertainment' out of his hand and flipped to page 23. There was a picture of Harry and Hermione holding hands and one was a picture of him, Hermione and Angelica.

It said:

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger .... Parents?

It was rumored the past week that these 'friends' were

dating and have a child together. However, from what they said

last night on 'Mark and Sylvia', theses weren't rumors.

They do indeed, have a daughter.

More on this on page 45.

"Herm?" Harry asked as he put the magazine down. He didn't need to turn to page 45 anymore, he knew what it would say.

"Yeah, Harry?" Hermione asked sleepily, burying her head on his pillow. She didn't get that much sleep last night since Angelica was awake most of the night and she didn't want to wake up Harry.

" I was just wondering what we should tell the Weasleys," Harry pondered. "What was that?" he added as he heard someone's footsteps going angrily up the stairs.

"I dunno," Hermione said, now fully awake.

The footsteps were growing louder and louder, indicating that someone was getting closer. The door suddenly banged open, as Harry was reaching out for his wand on his bedside table.

"HARRY! HERMIONE!!"

Harry and Hermione saw red hair.

"Ron?" Hermione asked cautiously, bringing Harry's white blankets to her chin. Beside her, she could feel Harry stiffen. They both knew how worse Ron's temper could get.




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"Ms. Granger," Rita said, her were eyes glinting. "How did you hide your pregnancy from everybody? Surely, someone must have noticed when you went to muggle premiers? I did some research on this matter and it stated very clearly that you cannot hide the baby with any spells once it begins to show."

The people around them were muttering amongst themselves. How did she hide it?

Hermione looked around. She didn't know what to say ...

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