One evening, rather late at night and much passed curfew, Remus lie in his bed in his quarters sleeping peacefully. He was blissfully dreaming about spending time with Hermione and their baby together. The concept that he was finally going to be a father still hadn't quite sunk in though. Remus used to think that teaching was as close as he could get to having a direct influence on the life of some children, but now he was going to have one of his own to watch for.
He woke up slowly from his pleasant dream, saddened to find out it wasn't true, yet. He knew that is what he wanted from life. He wanted to be happy with Hermione, happy with their baby. He just wanted to be happy.
Remus sighed thoughtfully as he closed his eyes once more, hoping to fall back asleep and go back to his pleasant dream. But, his rest was soon disrupted once more by a small knocking on his door. Remus quick glanced over at his clock, it was one in the morning. He groaned ever so slightly as he got up out of bed, opening the door to find Hermione standing there, looking up at him.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked looking concerned.
Hermione, still dressed in her clothes from earlier said nothing. She simply wrapped her arms around his waist and clung to him. Her head rested on his chest as she pressed up against him. Remus held on to her, bringing her in his room slowly, shutting the door quietly behind him.
He looked at her once more. She seemed so much younger all of a sudden, as if her maturity faded and her frailty from her youth came back to her. Remus sighed slightly and ran a hand a long her back comfortingly, hoping to ease her anxieties and worries. "Hermione, please tell me, what's wrong?" he asked her softly.
Hermione looked up at him, still staying quiet. Remus held on to her, looking back down at her, remaining quiet as well, waiting for her response to his question. Finally after what felt like a forever of silence, she pulled away from him slightly.
"Remus, I just owled my parents," she whispered to him as she looked down at her feet. "I told them everything. About us, about the baby, everything," Hermione said, looking up at him in the eyes. "And now I'm just so scared about what they'll say," she whispered once more, clinging to him again.
Remus kissed the top of her head, holding her close to him. "Don't worry sweet pea," he whispered to her. "You did the right thing, you had to tell them. It wouldn't be right to keep this from them."
"What if they're upset?" Hermione asked him, pulling away ever so slightly as to so she could look up at him. "They could write to Dumbledore and you could get into a lot of trouble."
"My dear, I'm sure Dumbledore has a lot more on his mind then about us having our baby," he said to her, trying to comfort her. But in reality, Remus did not have the slightest clue as to how Dumbledore would react to Hermione's pregnancy.
Hermione nodded her head. "I'm still scared though, Remus. Even if Dumbledore doesn't object, my parents still might."
"I know, I know," he nodded. "But, it would only be worse if you kept it from them. I think they would be more mad if you showed up coming off the train this summer six months along with our little baby," he whispered, putting a hand on her stomach gently.
Hermione smiled some and held his hand. "That tickles you know. Plus, there's nothing there right now anyway. Baby's still to small," she said looking him in the eyes.
Remus nodded his head. "I know baby's too small still. But, baby's still there as well," he smiled back at her.
Hermione nodded and smiled more. "Yeah, baby's there," she whispered, looking down at his hand on her stomach. "You know, you're going to be a great dad."
Remus smiled proudly. "You really think so?"
"I know so," she nodded. "Just look at the way you've helped Ron, and Harry, and even me. You're going to do a great job with the baby."
"So will you," he said kissing her forehead. "You've got so much love to give, especially to this baby. Plus, you're just so smart. You'll be a great mom."
Hermione smiled and put her hands on his cheeks, pulling his face to hers and placing her lips softly upon his. Remus could only smile against her lips for a moment before kissing her back just as softly.
"Thank you," she whispered to him.
"For what love?" he whispered back, keeping his lips close to hers still.
"For everything Remus," Hermione said resting her head on his chest. "For loving me, for our baby, for making me happy."
Remus held her close, smiling some. "You are very welcome. Very welcome indeed."
Hermione smiled more. "How did you get to be so perfect?" she asked looking up at him.
"Practice," he said teasingly. "Lots and lots of practice."
"I really can't wait until I graduate. Then we can be together without sneaking around, we'll have the baby," she said hugging him.
"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" he asked her as he held her tight, resting his head on top of hers, his hand resting on her stomach once again.
Hermione shook her head. "I really don't know yet. Too soon to tell. We're only coming up on two months," she said putting her hands on his. "But, I kind of hope it's a little girl," she said smiling up at him. "I think it would be cute having a little room that's all pink and cute."
Remus smiled and kissed her cheek. "You can have whatever you want for our baby," he said running a hand though her hair.
She looked up at him. "Yeah, but, neither of us exactly have a lot of money Remus," she said quietly, not wanting to insult him. After all, it wasn't his fault. He had problems keeping jobs due to his condition.
"Hermione, trust me. Someway, somehow, I'll give our baby everything they ever need," he said looking her in the eyes. "I've got some money saved away for a rainy day, but, I think it would be much better spent on a sunny one," he smiled at her.
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