It was three months after Hermione and Sirius had gotten together. A month later, she'd had to leave for school. Every Hogsmeade weekend, she'd snuck away from Ron and Harry and into the Shrieking Shack. She ran into Sirius' arms as soon as she arrived.

"I've missed you baby. It's been too long." Sirius said, his face pressed into her shoulder.

"Sirius, you know I love you, but I've been thinking. Our age difference makes this weird. Well, for other people when they eventually find out."

"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked quietly.

"No, I'm just trying to plan out part of our future. I don't want people to look at us in disgust simply because we're in love. What happens if we get married and have kids? They'll always be looked at differently."

"You love me enough to do all that? You would have kids with someone who escaped from Azkaban?"

"Yes," she said. She tugged his head down. "I love you, Sirius. I never want to lose you."

The next time she saw him was at Christmas Break. While he was saying hello to Harry, he motioned for her to meet him in his room. About five minutes after he left, she followed him. Their reunion was high-spirited.

"This isn't fair; I only got two weeks with you. I wish I didn't have school anymore," she said grumpily.

"Well, I have a question that might make this a little better." Sirius slid out of the bed.

He grabbed Hermione's hand and bent on one knee. "Miss Hermione Granger, will you marry me, after you get out of school?" He knelt there, staring at her. She looked like she'd gone into shock.

"Yes, of course I will!" she yelled. Sirius barely had time to stand up before she threw herself at him.

***two months later***

Hermione came out of the bathroom, wiping her mouth. "I think I'm going to go to the hospital wing. Ginny, will you come with me?" she asked.

They left the common room. Ten minutes later, they were walking into the hospital wing.

"Madam Pomfrey, can I talk to you?" Hermione asked. When she came over, Hermione began whispering. "I think I'm pregnant, but I'm not sure. Can you please check?"

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips but performed the spell. When the area around Hermione's stomach glowed blue, she knew she was in trouble.

Sure enough, two weeks later, she got a slip saying the Headmaster wanted to see her in his office.

"What can I do for you, Professor Dumbledore?" she asked.

"Madam Pomfrey informed me that you are pregnant. Miss Granger, I will not go on about the irresponsibility in your actions, since I'm sure you already know. However, I must make sure…you were not raped?" he paused, waiting for an answer.

"No, Professor, it was consensual," she replied.

"Good. Now, on a more personal note, may I ask who the father is? Because I'd like to inform him of his upcoming responsibilities."

"If you don't mind Professor, I'd like to inform him myself. I'll even tell him in here if you 'd like to know who it is. Just lend me a piece of parchment and a quill."

Hermione quickly wrote a note to Sirius telling him to Floo to the Headmaster's office as soon as he got the note. She sent the note off, after asking the owl to fly as quickly as possible. For the next few minutes, she and Dumbledore talked pleasantly about her classes and homework assignments. When the fireplace began glowing, she stopped talking.

When Sirius stepped out, she ran into his arms. Only Dumbledore clearing his throat got her to step away.

"Sirius, I think you should sit down. My news is a little shocking." Hermione waited until he had chosen a seat, than sat down next to him. "I know we talked about it, but I didn't think it would happen this quickly. Sirius, I'm pregnant."

Sirius' head snapped up. He looked at her, then down at her stomach. "R-really?" he stuttered. "That's… early. But this is…amazing. I can't believer I'm going to be a dad? Can we make Remus the godfather? Oh, can his name be James, if it's a boy? Maybe Lily, if it's a girl?" Sirius gushed out. He pulled Hermione into his lap and put his hand on her stomach. "How far along are you?" he asked.

Hermione covered his hand with hers. "A little over two and a half months. I found out a couple weeks ago. I wanted to tell you in person, not through a letter. That's why I waited."

"I still can't believe I'm going to be a dad." He leaned forward and kissed her. "I love you, Miss Hermione Granger."

"Excuse me," Dumbledore butted in. "I assume that Mr. Black is the father. Not what, or should I say who, I was expecting. Now that you two are hopefully done kissing, I have arrangements to make for you two. Miss Granger, you will begin showing your pregnancy soon. In the interest of that, I'm going to give you your own room. It will be on the first floor, near the kitchens. While you're on any staircase, please be careful. You will have a fireplace as well. However, Mr. Black may only come every other night. Please keep the news about this to yourself. If Professor Umbridge finds out, you might be expelled. That's all for right now. Dobby will show you to your room. There will be vitamins for you to take there. Mr. Black, you may Floo directly to her room from here. Just say 'Hogwarts Granger Room.'" With that, Dumbledore went back to his tea.

Within minutes, Hermione and Sirius were alone together.

"Are you really happy or were you just putting on a front for Dumbledore?" she asked.

"It's no act. I really thought I was never going to have children, so this is amazing for me. And I do want Remus to be the godfather at the very least. And I think it may be time to tell Harry."

"Ok, I'll tell him to follow me after lunch, we can tell him together," she responded.

Classes dragged by for Hermione. She knew Sirius was waiting for her and she was anxious to get back to him. Lunch finally arrived. Hermione walked into the Great Hall and spotted Harry sitting next to Dean and Seamus. Ron was no where in sight. She quickly walked over to him.

"Harry, can I borrow you for a couple minutes? There's something I need to talk to you about." Harry looked at Hermione's face. Without a word, he got up and left with her. He tried to ask her what was going on in the corridor, but she shushed him. She led him to a door next to the kitchens.

Sirius looked up when the door opened. He smiled at Harry. "Surprise," he said, and then held out his arms. Harry ran into them.

"Sirius, what are you doing here? Does Hermione need to talk to you too?" he asked.

"No Harry, I already talked to Sirius, mostly because he's a lot more involved in this than you are," Hermione told him. Harry looked slightly confused. "Sit down Harry," she told him gently.

"Sirius and I have been together since summer. We actually began our relationship the day of your birthday party. Then, during Christmas, he asked me to marry him. After I graduate, I'm going to marry him"

Harry already looked shocked. "B-but, the age difference! It's gross! My best friend can't be my godfather's fiancé!"

"Harry, calm down! She's not done talking yet," Sirius said.

"I found out about two weeks ago that I'm pregnant. The child is Sirius'. We would like you to be the godfather. Now I'm finished talking. Well, almost. Please don't tell anyone about this. Only Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore and Ginny know."

Harry looked between Hermione and Sirius. "You two have been together for the better part of a year and you never told me! Yes, I will be the godfather, I would never say no to that. I'd also like to be Uncle Harry to the child. I know you don't need it, but I'd like to give you my blessing, on one condition. This child was conceived out of love, not an accident, right? You're not getting married because of this child, right?" he questioned.

"Harry, I love Hermione. She's the only one for me. Even if she dies, she'll have my heart forever. She is the most amazing woman in the world," Sirius finished. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arm around his waist and rested his head on her stomach. Hermione's hands rested on his head.

"I love Sirius. He's the most important person in my life, with the exception of this child. If he asked me to, I would drop out of school. But because I know he loves me, I know he would never ask that of me."

Harry looked at them. "Alright, I love both of you. 8i know I'll love this child. I won't tell anyone until you want me to. Or in case of an emergency."

Harry left the room. Sirius and Hermione turned back to each other. The rest of lunch was spent talking about their future.

Sirius left at the end of the day. Hermione's routine changed slightly. The only thing that was different was her living arrangements and Sirius' weekly visits. A month passed. Things got stricter as Professor Umbridge became Headmaster. She was now three and a half months into her pregnancy. There was a little bump, but it was covered by her robes.

Then, the worst happened. Harry dreamed that Voldemort had captured Sirius and was torturing him. Harry wanted to go rescue him on his own, but Hermione and most of the D.A. refused to let him.

The fight in the prophecy room was horrible. Hermione was worried about Sirius the whole time. Harry worried about Hermione, his godfather and his godson the entire time.

They fell into the room with the arch. Hermione had flipped over while they were falling, so she landed on her back.

Rodolphus Lestrange grabbed Hermione and held his wand to her throat. His hand pulled her hair back. She watched as Harry faced off with Lucius Malfoy. The next thing she knew, Tonks was pulling her to safety. She shot an occasional spell at the Death Eaters, but focused mostly on Sirius, Harry and Lucius. She sighed in relief when Lucius disappeared. The sigh turned into a scream when she was the curse hit Sirius. The love of her life disappeared in front of her eyes.

She blacked out for a minute. Ginny woke her up.

"Come on, Harry's fighting Voldemort, we need to go help him." Ginny and Hermione ran into the lobby. Harry was on the floor, looking like he was in the middle of a seizure.

Harry won the inner fight. Later he said that the sight of his friends is what caused him to win.

The next few weeks were the worst for Hermione. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of her child. She moved her hands over her stomach. "I love you little one," she whispered.