Authors Note: OK, another chapter about monthlater. Thanks to my beta again. Review please
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Harry walked out of Hermione's room and went to the common room. His thoughts ran to her as he sat on the oversized armchair. He was constantly thinking about her, and he still didn't know what to do.
Hermione was already in her fourth, almost fifth month. Her father was not exactly supportive, nor her mother. She had no other relatives to speak of, and no income. How would she manage? She was only seventeen years old, and soon to be a mother.
He then wondered about the baby. Would it be a girl, or a boy? Would it look like Hermione, with beautiful honey brown eyes and golden brown locks; or a Malfoy with white blonde hair and grey-blue eyes?
He mused about last year, and when he would think of his future with Hermione. He would imagine them being married with the Weasleys standing being them, and just finally having the family he always yearned for.
And now, because of another evil being in his life, that life was ripped away from him in minutes. First his parents, now his love. He suddenly had feelings of intense anger. He wanted to do something, throw something. He felt as if he was in Dumbledore's office, in the end of 5th year. He remembered that feeling so well, and he did not want his intensity to overpower him. Then he would be as bad as a Malfoy.
Instead, he thought of fixing this all. Harry yawned, and in midst of doing so, a thought hit him so hard, he felt like it knocked him in the face. He sat up very straight, and leaned his head on his hand. He felt like an idiot.
But would Hermione agree? He did not know if she would, and if she would get upset if he told-asked her about this plan.
He breathed. He could not do it now, he would wait till the morning. Suddenly, being seventeen felt much more complicated then ever before. He would turn eighteen in July, and then be considered a man. Hermione was not turning eighteen until September. She would be only a mere seventeen when she would become a mother.
He thought about her more than ever. He knew his deepest feelings of her, and wanted to do something about them. Until this year, he could almost always imagine his future life with her. Now, he wanted to, he really did, but he never saw a baby in their future. Sure, he did see babies and children, but from them. Not Hermione raising her own son or daughter without a husband.
He imagined the child, growing up and knowing that his father was scum. What he did to his mother, and that this child was the result. He suddenly felt deep sadness, worse then for his longing of his mother and father. He at least knew that his parents were good people, this child, would not be assured that of his father.
He walked to Hermione's bedroom door. He paused, and brought his knuckle to the door, knocking softly. He did not want to startle her. It was already almost dinner time, and he wanted her to eat a normal healthy meal.
Again, there was no response. He pushed the door open gently, trying not to make a sound.
Hermione was lying on her bed, in the exact position that he had left her in. She looked worn out and completely exhausted.
He walked over to her, and pushed stray hairs behind her ears. He tried to sit on her bed without moving her, and was almost successful. Hermione's eyes then fluttered open, and met Harry's gaze.
She smiled a small smile. She closed her eyes, and Harry thought that she looked extremely peaceful.
She opened her eyes again, and this time looked more awake.
"'Mione darling, would you like to eat dinner? It is good for you, and for- you know- the baby."
There. He said it. She did not even flinch. Harry guessed she was trying to get used to hearing that. Soon it would be true. It didn't seem so yet, but with every passing day, Hermione was looking less like her old self and more and more, pregnant. It never felt so real.
Hermione yawned, and tried to cover her mouth.
"Sorry."she whispered.
Harry smiled. "Don't even think about it." he said.
Hermione closed her eyes again, and reopened them. "Must I go to dinner?" she asked.
"Well, it is better for you..." Harry started rambling.
Hermione just shook her head.
"Harry, I feel like I can't even get up." she replied, cutting him off.
A worried look immediately crossed his face.
"Should I take you to Madame Pomfrey? I think I should..."
Hermione waved her hand in the air. "No. I have an appointment first thing tomorrow morning anyway. Besides, it is nothing out of the ordinary."
"Alright. How about I go down to the Great Hall and bring you up some dinner?" Harry offered.
"That would be much better. Though I don't know if I can eat. It seems that this morning sickness Madame Pomfrey warned me about is not just a sickness of the morning. It means nauseous-ness and throwing up all contents that are consumed at almost all hours of the day." She answered.
Harry nodded his head. "Ill try and hurry, be back as soon as I can. Don't let anyone in, ok?"
She nodded in response.
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Harry arrived back to their shared dormitory in record time. He did not like to leave Hermione alone for a single minute.
He knocked on her bedroom door, and opened it almost immediately. Hermione had risen a bit and was sitting up in bed, propped up by many ivory colored satin pillows.
She patted the spot next to her, and Harry removed his shoes and sat down. He put the tray of food in front of her, and she took for herself some food. He did as well. Harry began to eat, and noticed that Hermione only picked at the rice. He did not say anything, but made a mental note to mention to Madame Pomfrey in the following morning.
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Hermione was looking very sleepy, and Harry readied himself to leave the room.
"Harry, can you pass me my nightclothes please?" Hermione whispered in a barely audible tone.
Harry walked himself to Hermione's wardrobe dresser and opened random drawers. He felt a bit uncomfortable fumbling through her very feminine different articles of clothing, and could not find what she wanted.
"Its in the third drawer from the bottom" she whispered.
Harry reached onto the said drawer and pulled out the top article of clothing. It was a silky pajama top, and the next piece he reached for were the matching bottoms. They were lovely, cream colored with rose petals.
He walked over to Hermione and passed them to her. She reached for them, but kept her head on her pillows.
Her face turned a crimson color as she asked Harry for the next favor.
"Can you help me please? I just can't do this."
Hermione sat up slowly, and Harry sat down on her bed. He helped her unbutton her current top and pull it over her head. She didn't flinch a bit when his hand by mistake touched her back while lifting the shirt.
Harry tried to remain stoic and calm, and handed her the pajama shirt. She tried, with no avail, to get the shirt over her. Harry leaned forward and opened the neckline, while smoothly getting it over her head. He tried not to notice her beautiful skin, and now plump belly. He noticed the lovely lavender back straps of her bra, and he tried to remain calm and unnerved. This was normal for a regular couple. But things had not been normal for them in quite a bit of time.
Hermione sat up for a bit, and removed her skirt. She left the pajama bottoms on the bed, and Harry brought the covers over her legs and up to her stomach. She fumbled to undo her strap, but she kept missing.
Harry turned to look at Hermione, and she nodded. He moved to carelessly open the hook. He turned away as Hermione removed the garment.
He stood up, and Hermione laid down completely. He covered her up to her neck, tucking her in.
"Thank you Harry. Add this to the list of things that I owe you." she said, very and utterly softly.
"Hermione, it is nothing."
He bent over her head and kissed her. She closed her eyes, and looked very peaceful.
Harry walked out of her room and closed the door.
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The morning came all too quickly for Hermione. She dreaded her monthly appointments with Madame Pomfrey deeply.
The sunshine streamed through the windows in her room, and she saw that it was a bright morning for a dreary mid-winter day.
She could hear movements across from her room, and knew that Harry had awoken as well.
He came towards her door and knocked.
"Come in Harry."
He opened the door. He noticed that she was still in her pajama top from last night.
"Need any help?" he asked, while perusing what was going on inside her room.
"Not yet. But if I do, Ill holler." She said. She was feeling a lot more cheerful then last night, and more then usual.
Last night she and Harry had crossed a familiarity boundary, with her body, no less. She figured it was as well, since she would need more and more help, and he was her boyfriend.
She smiled, thinking of the irony. She would never have imagined her seventh year would be this way last year, or even this past summer.
She slowly crept out of bed, and felt very naked walking around only in a shirt. She walked to her closet first to get out a skirt.
She leafed through her clothes, trying to find something that would go on and off the easiest. She did have to go to the hospital wing soon, and getting on and off clothing was a big pain now.
She found a thin and stretchy material black knee length skirt. She slipped it on, tried to feel for the zipper in the back.
She could not zipper it. She waited to call Harry after she changed shirts. After getting fresh underclothes, she found a shirt that should fit her.
She then called for Harry.
"Harry, can you come here please? I need some help again."
Harry came in to her room almost instantly. He breezed right up to her, not changing his expression, as he zippered her skirt and buttoned the buttons on the back of her shirt that she could not reach.
She then threw on some comfortable shoes and took Harry by the hand.
"Ready?" He asked her.
"I guess" she said, and breathed.
Together they walked out of their dormitory and towards the hospital wing on the fourth floor.
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Ok- I'm sorry if I made you all wait a bit. But this was long. I am starting to write the next chapter as well, but I just couldn't do it all now. So review this one, and Ill try and add the next before I leave for the summer.
And, no, I am not leaving this story EVER. I am leaving for the summer, so don't expect updates. I will finish, hopefully soon, for my sake.
Thank you SimpleChic18, and please, REVIEW!
