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Chapter Twenty

Harry and Hermione had in fact managed to 'go all the way' without interruptions (they put a locking charm on the door) and neither of them could deny that they wanted to do it again.

It was only now, that Hermione was standing in the bathroom a month later, leaning against the door, that she realised maybe it hadn't been such a good idea. Not that she wasn't happy about it. She just didn't know how Harry would react. With one last deep breath, she turned round, opened the door and walked back to their room. The bed dipped slightly as she climbed into it, but Harry didn't wake up. Pulling the cover up to her waist, Hermione began stroking Harry's hair, slowly, letting it fall through her fingers.

She was pregnant. How on Earth had that happened? Okay, so she knew how it had happened, but it doesn't mean she was expecting it. She couldn't very well get rid of it, now that she knew it was there, but at the same time, it would affect their future so much. Harry wanted to be an Auror and she wanted to, well, truth be told she didn't really know what she wanted to do, but she would never be able to work if they had a baby. Hermione's biggest worry was breaking the news to Harry. She didn't know how he would take it. They'd only had sex once and of all the dumb luck, she gotten pregnant. Harry began to stir and Hermione looked down at him.

"Morning," he whispered, when he finally opened his eyes.

"Morning," Hermione replied, kissing his forehead.

"Nice sleep?" he asked. She nodded and started playing with his hair again, causing him to smile.

"What shall we do today then?" he asked, stretching and yawning.

"Why don't we start putting up some of those photos of us around the house?" she offered.

"That's a great idea," Harry replied. Hermione kissed his forehead one last time before throwing her legs over the side of the bed and climbing out of it. Harry followed suit, stretching again as he stood up. Hermione smiled weakly and leant against the wall, watching him. When he caught her eye he raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," Hermione replied. "Just thinking." Harry came and stood in front of her.

"About what?"

"About…you…" Harry kissed her and smiled.

"I think about you all the time."

"It's nice to know that I occupy your thoughts so much." Harry smiled again and then turned to the dresser on his left, hunting though it for some underwear. Hermione, not actually bothered about getting dressed just yet, grabbed her dressing gown from the back of the bed and slipped it on.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" she asked, as she was about to leave the room.

"Yes please."

Harry appeared in the kitchen a few minutes later, fully dressed and sat at the table. Hermione set a cup of tea down in front of him along with a plate of breakfast.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast," Harry said, looking up at her.

"I know, but I wanted to."

"Well then I'm doing the washing up." Hermione nodded and leant against the counter with her mug.

"I was thinking about the wedding, you know. I think we should start planning some dates for it or something. What do you think about Christmas, or one of our birthdays or-"

"Harry, I'm pregnant," Hermione blurted out, closing her eyes and looked down at her mug. Harry stopped eating with his knife and fork still hanging over the plate and looked up at her.

"W-what did you just say?" he asked.

"I'm pregnant," Hermione replied, looking up at him.

"Really?" She nodded and Harry's face broke into a grin. He got up from the table and walked over to stand in front of her.

"Are you going to keep it?" he enquired, resting a hand either side of her on the counter. Hermione looked away from him.

"I don't know," she whispered. "What do you think we should do?"

"We? You're the one who's pregnant. I would love to keep it, but it's up to you in the end I suppose." Hermione sighed.

"I just…What about becoming an Auror?" she asked.

"I'd much rather have my own family than be an Auror and besides, what with Voldemort gone, I don't really think they're needed that much any more."

"So…you want me to keep it?"

"I'd love you to."

"And you don't mind?"

"Are you mad, woman, of course I don't mind!" Harry cried. Hermione smiled and kissed him.

"Then we'll keep it." Harry grinned from ear to ear and bobbed up and down happily, like a five year old that just got a new toy.

"I'm going to be a dad!" Hermione laughed.

"Yes, you're going to be a dad." Harry's face suddenly dropped.

"What?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"Hermione…w-what are your parents going to say?" Hermione's face fell too.

"Shit. I didn't think about that…" She replied. Harry moved away from her and grabbed his own mug off the table. Neither of them spoke for a moment.

"H-how about we go to St. Mungos and get a few tests done…to make sure the baby's alright and then we tell them? We don't want them to kill me for nothing…" Harry said, looking up at her. Hermione thought about it and then nodded.

"I'll go and get dressed and then we'll leave, okay?" Harry smiled and watched her leave the room.

Twenty minutes later they were sitting in St. Mungos, waiting to be seen by one of the healers. Harry and Hermione, both being brought up by muggles, knew nothing what-so-ever about pregnancies in the wizarding world. They had gathered that tests could be done much earlier than three months with magic, but not much more than that.

"Mrs. Granger," a woman called. Harry and Hermione both stood up and followed her to an empty room where Hermione was instructed to sit on a chair and Harry leant on the wall opposite her. The nurse smiled at them and sat down in another chair.

"Would you like a chair Mr. Potter?" she asked.

"No, no, I'm fine standing up," Harry replied.

"As you wish. Now, I gather that neither of you know much about magical pregnancies or what-have-you?" the witch asked. Harry and Hermione both shook their heads.

"Well, you're still pregnant for the usual nine months but tests can be done as soon as you find out your pregnant. Do you know how far gone you are, Mrs. Granger?"

"No," Hermione replied. The witch nodded and pulled out her wand. Giving it a quick flick she smiled and turned back to Hermione.

"Only three weeks, my dear." Hermione nodded and Harry smiled at her.

"Now, I'm just going to do a few tests," she explained. "From three weeks, I can tell you if it's one baby or two and if it's a boy or a girl and of course if there is anything wrong with it." Hermione nodded and the nurse quickly pulled out her wand and performed some spells that even Hermione hadn't heard of. When she was done, she pulled a piece of paper from a draw of her desk, flicked her wand, and watched intently as the words appeared on the paper, then she replicated it and handed the copy to Hermione.

"I just have to take this to the office and then I'll be right back. You can ask any questions you have then." The nurse hurried out of the room and Harry took her chair, moving it forward so he was right in front of Hermione. She handed him the sheet.

"You read it," she ordered. Harry obliged and looked down at the sheet.

"Well…it's…"his voice trailed off and he smiled. "It's twins, one boy one girl. There's nothing wrong with either of them and they're expected some time at the end of April." Harry looked up at her. She was staring at him.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "Because you haven't said a word since we got here."

"It…it was just a shock that's all…I-I can't believe it and I'm just worried…"

"About?"

"Well, about what everyone will say when we tell them…and I don't suppose the bloody idiots from the Daily Prophet are going to help, are they? As soon as people find out I'm pregnant it'll be all over the news." Harry thought about that for a moment and then shrugged.

"I don't care what everyone else thinks. As long as we're both happy then I won't ask for anything more." This seemed to make all Hermione's fears disappear and for the first time in half an hour, she smiled. The nurse rushed back into the room and Harry stood up to give her, her chair back. She sat in it.

"Do either of you have any questions?" she asked. Harry and Hermione both looked at each other.

"No," Harry replied.

"And you Mrs. Granger?"

"None."

"Well, then, I suppose you can go. Don't forget to come back once a month for a check up," she ordered. The couple nodded and Harry quickly apparated them out of the hospital and into their front room. Taking a seat by Hermione on the couch, he put his arm around her.

"So, who are we going to tell first?"

A/N – Okay, I have a terrible head ache and I feel like I'm about to die (Way to lighten up everyone's day) so I thought I'd give you another chapter. I know it's been…well…I don't know how long, but quite a while since I updated this, but who cares?

Hopefully I'll get another chapter up before the day is over…if not then…well…