A/N: Okay everyone - not to promote myself or anything, but aren't I such a nice author - giving you guys quick updates and such? Lol.

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So...in the next chapter I am pretty sure that I will be introducing Hermione's parents into the picture...but don't hold me to that because it could be one or two after that!

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Harry woke the next morning to the faint smell of bacon. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He noticed Hermione was still asleep.

He quietly stood up and stretched his arms above his head. He turned to make sure Hermione hadn't heard him before he walked to the door, wrapped his fingers around the knob, gently turned it, and finally walked out of the room. He gently closed the door and hoped that Hermione would be able to get more sleep; She certainly needed it in the condition that she was in.

The smell of bacon was traveling around the house and making Harry hungry. He walked into the kitchen to find Marilyn standing before the stove, cooking the bacon.

"Oh good morning, Harry. How'd you sleep?" said Marilyn.

"Well, thanks," he lied.

"I have to apologize since I don't have much for breakfast. I am normally more prepared when company is coming over," said Marilyn.

Harry shifted his weight.

"Oh dear, don't worry. It isn't a big deal. Considering Hermione's condition, I am surprised she didn't run here faster. I know I was panicked when it happened to me and I couldn't go to my parents because parents are always the most difficult to tell," said Marilyn with a smile.

"…I'm…I'm sorry?" asked Harry confused. How could she possibly know about Hermione's pregnancy when they hadn't even told her?

"Harry…" said Marilyn with a knowing smile on her face. "I may not be full of magic, but any woman can tell when another is pregnant. Especially when she shows up unexpectedly and the first thing she does is run into the bathroom to get sick. I knew she wasn't fighting with her parents, I was just hoping that she would come out and tell me. But it doesn't matter, she'll tell me when she is ready," said Marilyn.

Harry stood there speechless. He had never known anyone besides Dumbledore to know things so instinctually.

"Oh Harry, will you pass me that plate over there? Quickly, now – I don't want the bacon to burn," said Marilyn, motioning to the counter. Harry quickly grabbed it and passed it to her. She began placing the bacon neatly on the plate.

"Now, until she decides to tell me, you're going to have to be a bit sneaky," said Marilyn. "You are the father right?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," said Harry with a nervous nod. He was still dumbfounded that she knew and already seemed to have a plan. How was she possibly ten steps ahead of them?

"Well good, because she will need you more than ever right now. No matter how much she pushes you away and trust me, she will go through every means possible to push you to the other end of the Earth. While pregnancy is a beautiful thing…the hormones do cause emotional roller coasters that are bigger, faster, and more full of loops than even the craziest amusement parks. You'll have to stick through that. I won't even bother asking you if you are prepared because there really isn't anything that can prepare you nor is there any way that anyone can be prepared," said Marilyn seriously. She placed a few slices of bread into the toaster and motioned Harry towards the refrigerator. "Butter, please," said Marilyn as she stood patiently for the toast.

"Just tell me one thing…" said Marilyn, suddenly looking more serious than ever. "Have you told your parents yet?" She was staring straight at Harry and looking him in the eyes.

Harry wondered if he had ever wanted his parents more than this moment. Here he was, at the house of Marilyn, the aunt of his best friend – and the girl he accidentally made pregnant. Well it wasn't really an accident was it? They were drunk that night…but it had happened and proven that there was some chemistry between them.

But they had already committed themselves so quickly to other people when their lives had seemed threatened to end at any moment. Things were so different when they thought life was going to end sooner than later. It wasn't that they didn't love the people they were with; it was just that perhaps they had rushed into something because the expectation of death had been hanging over their heads. While they had always hoped that they would survive the war, they all knew that the likelihood of such events would be slim. Once the war was over, once they had survived, they continued on the paths that they had chosen in darker times. They hadn't faced that things had changed, that the world was such a different place now. If they had, maybe things would've been different…

"Harry…? Harry, have you two told your parents?" asked Marilyn staring at him worriedly.

Harry came out of his daydream and stared at Marilyn. Where exactly was he supposed to begin? How would he explain that his parents were not alive? The answer would obviously lead to further questions about why they died and certainly to the war, which to his knowledge, Marilyn knew nothing about.

Suddenly, Hermione ran from the bedroom with her hand over her mouth and into the bathroom where she quickly shut the door. Soon after the muffled sounds of Hermione getting sick could be heard.

"I'll be back…" said Harry as he rushed out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom.

"I'll put some chamomile tea on…it'll help settle her stomach," shouted Marilyn from the kitchen.

Harry ran to the bathroom door and stood outside. Once he ceased to hear the sounds of her getting sick, he began to feel relief sweep over him.

"You okay, Mione?" asked Harry gently. He heard moans of pain coming from the other side of the door.

"I never want to eat again…" said Hermione in a strained voice. Harry resisted the urge to chuckle.

"Well, there is tea for you when you are ready. You can even sip it in the bedroom if you'd like. And if you want company, I'll be there, but it is fine if you don't…" said Harry nervously. Marilyn's explanation of hormones had made Harry more nervous that he thought possible.

"That sounds nice," said Hermione with a strained voice. Harry could hear the sound of water coming from the faucet. Moments later she opened the door, looking pale and tired.

"Not one of my more graceful moments…" said Hermione. "I must look like a wreck," she said with a sarcastic chuckle.

"No, no. You look…beautiful," said Harry with a smile. He had to admit, that even with her hair in a curly mess, there was something about that curly mess that made her look radiant.

"You're so sweet, Harry," said Hermione. She gave him a tired smile.

Harry led Hermione into the guest bedroom and watched as she lay down on the bed. Harry pulled the covers over her and she smiled up at him.

"I'll be right back with your tea. Is there anything else you need, anything at all?" asked Harry.

"No, I'm fine. Harry, really, it's sweet what you're doing but you don't have to wait hand and foot on me," said Hermione, blushing.

"I insist," said Harry sincerely. He walked out the door, returning minutes later with the tea in hand.

Hermione smiled and accepted the tea. She sipped on her tea and rested her eyes.

Harry sat on the bed next to her and watched as she sipped the tea. He was suddenly being filled with a feeling he couldn't identify for her. Here he was, waiting hand and foot on Hermione, worried for her, protecting her – While he had always done this, there was suddenly something different that he couldn't pinpoint. Then, it hit him just as Hermione's free hand unconsciously rested on her stomach.

"Hermione…please don't be angry at me for asking this…but, what exactly are we?"

Hermione looked at her hands. "I don't think there is a word that really describes it – or at least I can't think of it," said Hermione with a sigh.

"Well if you can't think of the word, then I don't think there is a word for it," said Harry with a smile.

Hermione gave a small chuckle. "I have no idea what we are…We're two people who are way in over their heads and I don't think there are any books out there that can change that," replied Hermione.

"Well…what do you want to be?" asked Harry cautiously. He didn't know exactly what he wanted, but at the same time he wasn't sure if he was prepared to hear her response.

Hermione looked at the teacup in her hands. "Harry…I honestly…I don't know. Everything I happening so fast and so unexpectedly. I mean just yesterday morning I was with Ron…and suddenly, here I am, in a small muggle town with no one left," said Hermione as a tear escaped her eyes. "I mean honestly, how is anyone ever going to forgive us for this? After everything they've sacrificed for us?" Her eyes met Harry's and he suddenly felt as if the blame was all on him. "I'm not saying I regret what we did…just in the manner that we did it. We're only eighteen. How can we possibly have a child at eighteen?"

"Well it can't be any harder than what we've already gone through," said Harry reassuringly. "They'll forgive us eventually…" said Harry, although he was less convinced that he was letting off.

"I mean…we can't even define what we are. Who isn't to say that what we did wasn't wonderful and possibly something that we should've recognized sooner. But honestly, I can't even begin to get over how much I've hurt Ron and Ginny. Even if there is something between us, hypothetically, how are we ever supposed to ever feel okay about it?" asked Hermione.

"Well…we certainly didn't do the honorable thing. But we did what we did, and I won't regret it. It could've been handled differently but it wasn't. We're in this situation, together. I won't let us drown in our guilt because right now we need to be strong and make whatever we are work – if nothing more for the sake of the baby," said Harry. His words began to shock him – he had never expected to be so level headed about the whole thing.

Hermione smiled as tears rolled down her face. "I guess you're right," said Hermione as she sniffed. Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she accepted the offer by laying her head on his chest.

They sat like that for several minutes, letting the time slowly pass by. Their heads began to fill with daydreams of what life would possibly be like in only a matter of months. They questioned their own feelings for the other and wondered how they would end up.

"Well, the good news," said Harry, breaking the silence, "is that we have Marilyn here to help us. I think we are going to need her since I don't know a thing about pregnancy," said Harry.

"Yeah, she'll be a wonderful resource. Once we tell her…" said Hermione.

"She already know, 'Mione," said Harry.

"What?" she replied, a hint of anger in her tone. "She knows that I'm pregnant? How the hell does she know that?" Hermione lifted her head off of Harry and was staring at him with her eyebrows raised.

"Well…yeah," said Harry.

"So you admit that you told her?" said Hermione.

"What? No, 'Mione…I didn't tell her," said Harry defensively.

"DON'T – CALL – ME – 'MIONE – and – DON'T – LIE – TO – ME!" said Hermione, her voice rising.

"I didn't tell her!" said Harry desperately.

"Honestly Harry – do you really think I am that stupid? If you didn't tell her, and I didn't tell her, then how exactly do you think she found out? Do you think she just looked at me and knew?"

"Well…yeah…that's what she said-"

"You couldn't possibly be saying that I am showing already! I may not know much, but I am NOT stupid enough to believe that within a month, you show! You know what? Just, get out right now. I need to rest…" said Hermione angrily. She turned away from him.

He considered fighting back, insisting that he hadn't told her. But he knew that she wouldn't listen. This must have been what Marilyn was talking about when she spoke of those emotional roller coasters…

Defeated, Harry stood up and walked towards the door. He opened it, gave one last glance at Hermione who was faced away from him, before he finally closed the door.

A/N: Did you notice that Harry never answered the question about his parents...?