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Chapter 9

The Discovery

Hermione lay on her stomach, on top of her bed, watching her daughter, who was trying to master coloring. She was in the corner of their room, coloring on paper with crayons that her mother had bought when they still lived in the muggle city. Emily had drawn and colored three different pictures which she brought to her mom, who told her they were beautiful. After drawing those pictures and coloring them in, Emily's mind had stopped soaring, and she was unsure of what to draw.

"Why don't you try and write your name?" Hermione suggested.

Emily picked up a green crayon and rested her head on her arm, trying to figure out how to print her name. Hermione got up and walked over to her, knowing she would have a hard time because she never wrote her own name before.

Slowly, Emily lowered her hand, and began scratching on the paper, in attempt to write out her name. Each letter came out messy, but it was clear enough for her mom to read. The letters read out:
E

M

I

L

Y

P

O

T

T

E

R

Hermione looked down at the paper, stunned. Her face became pallid and feverish. She had completely forgotten one huge thing about Emily- her last name.

When Emily was born, she gave her Harry's last name, knowing that part of him would live on in Emily forever, even if he didn't know it. Back then, she had no idea that she would ever be meeting Harry again; Hermione thought that they would live in their separate lives forever. She never imagined that she would visit him again and actually be hiding that he in fact was her father. If Harry ever noticed this, he would definitely know he was Emily's father. Why else would she have his last name?

Hermione took another glance at the paper, trying to conclude how Emily knew that Potter was her last name. She had no idea that Emily had known her last name; she just wanted her to write her first name, which would have been a big enough accomplishment for her.

"Very good, honey," Hermione told her. She turned and sat back down on the bed, where she was before she asked Emily to write her name.

Footsteps were heard crawling up the stairs, someone was coming. Hermione flew off the bed, over to Emily. She took the paper that had Emily's name written on it, folded it, and placed it in her pocket, hiding it from any other person in the world.

"Hey," Hermione said briefly. She took a big relief breath, she was glad she was able to hide the paper before Harry entered. She sat back down on the bed, and Harry joined her immediately. Emily stayed exactly where she was, content with drawing and coloring.

"What happened once I left?" Hermione asked him instantly, incase there was anything he wanted to ask her. She wondered why he wasn't answering him, but then noticed that her question was very vague.

"Is everything okay with you and Ginny?" she asked, making her question easier to understand.

"Yeah," Harry said, reluctantly.

"Are you still getting married?" she asked him, hoping he would say no.

"Yes, I guess."

Hermione looked over at Harry and took note of the disappointment that was swept all over his face.

"You didn't even talk to her, did you?"

"No," Harry said gravely. "I didn't know what she would do if I told her that I didn't want to get married to her."

"Yet," he added quickly, not wanting Hermione to get suspicious.

"So you're still getting married to her, even though you don't want to?" She asked him. She didn't understand why he wouldn't talk to Ginny; she obviously wasn't the right person for him. Maybe Hermione was the only person who could actually see that.

"Yes," Harry said, wishing he didn't have to say that. He still didn't want to get married to her. "I really don't have a choice. I think the wedding's in month- a month from today."

Just then Emily had finished another one of her fabulous drawings and, like always, she wanted to show it off to her mother, knowing she would always be very proud of her.

"Hey mommy, look, I wrote my name again!" She said excitedly.

Hermione once again became very pale and nervous; this was it, Harry was going to learn everything from this little piece of paper. First, she agreed to finally letting him know, but then she decided that this was not the way for him to get told the news.

Grabbing the paper from Emily, Hermione took a quick glance at it, and acknowledged that it did say exactly what she feared; Emily Potter. She folded it up so it would fit into her pocket, and then squished it in there with the other one.

"That's very nice honey," Hermione told her. "Why don't you go and draw a new picture?"

"Okay," Emily said, her imagination soaring now that Harry was in the room. She walked back over to where her paper and crayons where located.

"Anyways," Hermione said, still shaking from the fact that Harry almost found out her secret through Emily.

"The tables turned on you now Hermione." Harry said jokingly. "What's going on between you and Ginny? You aren't really on good terms with her anymore, are you?"

"Why would you think that?" Hermione asked him, trying to act like there wasn't anything going on.

"At Hogwarts, she kept giving you evil glances. And today, I heard you too fighting before I came through the door."

Hermione fought with herself for a minute, debating over whether she should tell Harry the truth or not. She took a deep breath, and decided she would, since it was for the better.

"Ginny's afraid I'm going to take you away from her."

Harry looked over at Hermione, surprised; this was not the answer he expected. If he knew she was going to say that, he wouldn't have asked her. But, that did seem to make since.

"Really?" He really didn't understand why Ginny would think that, unless his feelings for Hermione were obvious.

"Yes. I also think that's the whole reason why she was getting mad at you too."

"Oh," was all Harry managed to say. Stunned was exactly how Harry felt. He was now starting to believe that maybe Ginny could really see his feelings for Hermione, and that wasn't a good thing.

"You need to go talk to her." Hermione commanded. "You need to go and tell her that you don't have feelings for me."

Harry looked down at the floor, not wanting to meet her glance. "I… I can't."

He immediately blushed and began to sweat; he just pretty much told her that he still had feelings for her.

"Mommy," Emily said, trying to get her attention. Hermione looked up, giving her what she needed.

"Look what I drew." Emily said, more excitedly than the last time she had drew, when she wrote her name.

Hermione hoped and prayed that when Emily turned the paper over to reveal it to them, it didn't contain her full name, with the word Potter at the end of it.

"Let's see it then" Harry said, glad the pressure was off of him.

Emily got up and brought the paper over to them. She held it up proudly so they both could see it clearly.

The picture that she drew did not have her name on it, much to Hermione's gratitude. On the paper was a broom, obviously for quidditch, and a snitch. Of course, it was not drawn to perfection, but it was drawn to the toddler's perfection.

"I've got an idea." Harry told Hermione.

She looked over at him, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

"A quidditch game?" She blurted out.

Harry looked up at Hermione, very confused. "What?"

"Oh, sorry," Hermione said. She knew she was beginning to freak him out. "What's your idea?"

"No, how'd you know what I was going to say?" He asked her.

"I don't really know." She answered. "But why a quidditch game?"

"Because" Harry thought for a moment "It will get all of us to be friends again, you and Ginny mostly. I can't have my fiancé and my girlfriend fighting."

Hermione looked over at Harry, ready to question why he called her his girlfriend. Unfortunately, she was interrupted by Emily.

"Mommy, I want to play quidditch too." She said excitedly.

"We're not going to play quidditch." Hermione informed her.

This disappointed both her and Harry. Harry, though, knew that he would be able to change her mind.

"Why not?" He asked her, putting on one of his saddest faces ever.

Hermione didn't answer right away, because she actually didn't have an answer. She just didn't see a point in quidditch game anyways.

"Come on Hermione, please." Harry looked at her with a very pleading face. "For me! It'll be fun!"

Hermione sighed; she hated how much she always gave into him, but she never seemed to have a choice.

"Alright," Hermione said showing no emotion in her voice. "But I can't fly.

"Yes you can. You flew for me before."

"Yeah but."

An idea sparked in Harry's head. "We'll go there early tomorrow, that way you can practice."

Hermione shook her head, giving up her argument.

"But what about Emily?" Hermione asked, thinking about her daughter getting hurt.

"She can ride with me on one broom."

"Okay."

AN- An update, after a long week. I will keep my word about more updates in the summer, I promise you that. There won't be any next week though, as I will be out of state for the whole week of July 4th.

Before you go and review, which I please ask you to do, I have a question to ask you. Since we now know two characters will die in book 7, who do you think they will be?
Kelly