Hello my lovelies!

I am ever so sorry that it has taken me this long to update!
I started college and am taking more classes than I probably should,
definitely more classes than most. It's taken a bit of time for me to
adjust and get the hang of homework and time management and all that jazz.

Here is just a small teaser to tide you over until I can get a full chapter up some time in
the next day or so.
I PROMISE to have you at the very least one more chapter up this weekend.

I'm going to try to start updating on the weekends.
(Depending on the amount of homework I have to deal with.)
I really hope to keep from leaving you guys hanging for so long!

As usual, I am not J.K. Rowling...

I own nothing...

ENJOY!

A week had passed since all of the pieces had clicked together in Harry's mind; the eggs, the strawberries, and most recently Hermione's disgust with Harry's shampoo. He had known it was true the moment he saw all of the symptoms clearly but he had doubted himself. Surely, with all that had happened in his life this wouldn't be possible. He had thought that perhaps his biggest secret; the deepest desire he had was playing tricks on him. He thought that because he had secretly wanted something so badly his mind had decided to see what it wanted to see. He had told himself countless reasons why his suspicions were wrong and it was all in his head, so he waited. He waited and watched, took note of every little change. He didn't want to say anything unless he was right, was scared of Hermione's reaction and didn't want to alarm her needlessly. The final piece of evidence he needed came one day when they were sitting in the library working on a particularly nasty essay for Potions.

They had just finished up the outline and where about to start actually writing the essay when the brunette slumped in her chair, her face a bit paler than usual. "Harry… just looking at the list of potion ingredients is enough to turn my stomach. I need to take a break from this." Nodding in understanding, he stood and moved around the table, turning Hermione in her seat and kneeling on the ground in front of her.

"Love…" Harry said gently, reaching up and stroking her cheek gently. "I think we should go see Madam Pomfrey."

"What? Why Harry? Are you alright? Is something wrong? Are you feeling ill?" the girl asked in rapid fire, reaching up to cup his cheek and feel his forehead as her brow creased in worry.

His heart squeezed at the amount of worry that showed on her face at even the idea of Harry being unwell. He had never before in his life felt so loved or so happy. Reaching up he gently touched her hands, pulling them from his face and lacing his fingers with hers. "No baby, I'm perfectly fine." He reassured her, scooting forward so that he was kneeling between her legs, leaning up and pressing a kiss to her lips gently. "But I worry that you aren't." He finished gently.

"What do you mean? I'm fine…" She said, though her voice hitched ever so slightly; no one but Harry, who knew her better than he knew himself, would pick up on it.

"Hermione…" He said softly, looking deeply into her eyes. "I love you…" Another kiss was softly given. "I've noticed things, things that add up to a specific conclusion." Yet another kiss, this time on her jawline, reassuring that he was still there and reinforcing the emotions he felt as he spoke.

Leaning back to look into her eyes once more, he saw the fear there. The anxiety she was clearly feeling written in the set of her shoulders and tightness around her eyes. Pulling one of his hands free from her grasp, which had steadily grown tighter, he slid along her leg and up, stopping to rest over her belly. Keeping eye contact, he gently caressed her stomach, asking with his eyes things he hadn't been able to find words for.

She sat frozen for a few moments before nodding, barely an incline of the head. Harry's heart stopped at that one small movement. He knew that he had been correct in his suspicions but he had been so scared, both that he would right and that he would be wrong, that he had forced himself to remain silent.

With that incline of her head, Hermione had changed the course of their lives and the war itself.