Harry's unconscious state started out blissful until his memories started to kick in. It was one memory in particular that made him cringe. It was a memory of a day that happened exactly three months before Remus had found them.
It was a sunny day in the small town of Brickstone which was located in the hills of Scotland. Harry and Hermione had just arrived and were settling into their new apartment, knowing that they would have to leave in a week so that none of the people hunting them wouldn't find them. Things were going well until that night. They had ordered dinner from a muggle restaurant called the Peeking Tower, since this was a all muggle town. Upon finishing their meal they just sat around the small living room, basking in each others company. Harry had been intently watching Hermione hoping that she wouldn't notice his longing stare. He had fallen in love with her at the end of fifth year but couldn't gather enough courage to tell her his feelings. The fear of rejection also stopped his confession. But what he didn't know was that Hermione was going through the same thing. She started to build up feelings towards her best friend but didn't want to ruin the friendship by telling him. So that night Hermione would steal a glance here and there, knowing that he was staring at her with eyes that told her that he wanted to be more than friends. On one such glance her eyes locked with his and she tried to convey her love though her eyes. It must of worked because one thing lead to another and they were snogging like there was no tomorrow. It didn't stop with the innocent snogging either. Somehow they had managed to make their way back to the small bedroom that they shared, without most of their clothes. Bing, Bang, Boom they woke up the next morning in each others arms. Neither of them even spoke of the incident and not because they regretted it. Both of them had been embarrassed that they had let their strong desire for one another take over. Which meant that they didn't discuss the possibility of Hermione becoming pregnant.
While Harry was remember this his body was tossing and turning in the bed. A pain had been shooting through his right arm for over half and hour and it was growing worse. His eyes snap open as he bolts upright in the bed and clutches his arm. He blinks and looks over at Hermione. Everything was fuzzy since someone had again removed his glasses. He fumbled through the things on the night stand before grasping the wire frames. He picks them up and places them on his face. He lets out a sigh as everything comes into focus. He could see Remus, who was asleep between the beds, and could hear a whimpering. His eyes dart back over to Hermione who was tossing and turning. He frowns and quietly slips out of bed and pads over to hers. "Hermione." He whispers. She wasn't awake and he didn't know if she would even wake up.
Hermione's eyes snap open, hearing her name. She looks frightened until she catches sight of Harry. She flings her arms around him and begins to sob. "It hurts so bad." She mumbles as tears run from her eyes, making the front of Harry's pajama shirt wet.
Harry is a little startled at the very awake Hermione. "I know, love. But as long as we don't answer it...the pain will be here to stay." He mumbles as he smooths down the back of her hair and holds her tightly. "This wasn't our choice. I didn't want to die and neither did you. They can't blame us for wanting to live." He says with fierce determination. He pulls out of the embrace and tilts her head up so he can look into her eyes. "I need to tell you something. I don't want you to panic. Madam Pomfrey found out what is making you sick."
Hermione sniffles and wipes her eyes as she locks her gaze with Harry's. "She did. Harry I told you that it was just the flu. But I suppose that you asked her to check me out. Always worrying." She says affectionately. "What did she find out?"
"Remember that night when you and me..." Harry blushes and looks down at his hands. "Do you remember the night that you and me slept together?" He asks quietly. He couldn't bring himself to say the night that they had sex. He didn't see it as just sex. It couldn't be just sex when you loved the person that it was done with.
Hermione blinks and a faint blush creeps up her cheeks. "Yes Harry. I remember it." She says a little awkward. "What does that have to do with why I'm sick?"
Harry bites his lower lip. "I so sorry Hermione. We didn't think to use protection that night and now...now your pregnant." His heart was breaking. He never meant for something like this to happen.
Hermione scoots back on the bed in shock. "P..Pregnant. Did you say that I'm pregnant?" She swallows hard. She couldn't be pregnant. She would never of let something like this happen.
Silent tears are running down Harry's face. "I'm sorry Hermione. I know that you wanted to wait until you found someone that you loved and got married to that person. I forced you into doing something that you didn't want to do." He sounded miserable.
Hermione blinks up at him. "Harry.." He thought that she didn't love him. How could he think that? "You prat. I do love you and you didn't force me into anything. It took two to make this baby and I'm pretty well sure that I was there." She says with a small smile. She was going to be a mother.
Harry raises an eyebrow and looks at her. "You mean that your..your not mad at me. Wait. Did you just say that you loved me?"
"Yes I did you foolish boy." She pulls his head down and places a simple kiss on his lips. "I love you Harry Potter and I couldn't be mad at you. I've carrying a baby, Harry. And not just any baby. It's our baby. Ours. And I wouldn't have it any other way." She traces his jaw line with a slim finger.
Harry grins and pulls her into a hug. "I love you too, Hermione Granger and I am honored to be the father of you baby. It may of been unplanned but not unwanted." He places a kiss on her forehead. The pain in their arms forgotten for the moment.
"I've very proud of you Harry." A voice behind them says. It turns out to be Remus who had been awake since Harry got out of bed.
Hermione smiles at the ex-professor. "I'm going to be a mother." She says in awe.
Harry turns around and looks at Remus. "Thank you sir. I've always wanted to be a father. I wanted to have a child that I could raise in a better life than what I had. We maybe young but I think we will be able to handle it." He smile fondly at the girl, no women, he loved.
Lupin nods. "You won't have to do this alone, Harry. I'll be here for both of you. Wild pixies couldn't keep me out of your lives." He says with a amused grin. He stands and gives both of them a fatherly hug. "Sirius would be proud." He whispers. He decided not to tell Harry about Snape right now. He didn't want to ruin the happy moment. But he made a mental note to tell him later. Right now he was going to enjoy the company of the two people in front of him.