Harry's POV

"Are you okay?" I picked Hermione's scared body off the floor and laid her on my bed. She curled into my pillow and began to weep. "Hermione was all of that true about the…"my words trailed off as she nodded through her tears. "How did you find all of that out?" I probed her. "Harry, Headmaster McGonagall found me earlier today and told me. She told me I had to tell Ron despite the cost it may have. Where has he gone? What if he tells someone Harry?" Hermione was scared, as was I. "Harry, your nose looks broken. Episkey." A swish and flick with her wand and a horrible pain and my nose was fixed. "Thanks." I chuckled.

We got up and went to Hermione's room, she had a solo room due to Ginny taking a few terms to learn about dragons in Romania with her brother. There is nothing we can do at this moment but wait until tomorrow and see if everyone knows. I wrapped her up in my arms and held her tight while she cried. She finally fell asleep while I lay there awake thinking about what to do next. My life will forever change. I wanted the girl, but I thought I should have a few years before having a baby.

I closed my eyes and laid my hand on Hermione's still flat stomach. As my mind drifted off to dreamland I could see our future, Hermione and I holding a small baby in our arms. See them off to Hogwarts when they turn eleven. See them grow and be apart of something greater than ever. Knowing how amazing of a mum they will have. Gosh, Hermione as a mother is something I had thought about hundreds of times before.

I was awoken by the sound of someone getting sick. Drawing back to the events of last night I hurried up and grabbed Hermione's hair keeping it well out of her way. After a few moments, her nausea settled, and she sat up and looked at me horrified. "That is not how I wish for you to see me first thing in the morning." She groaned, heading back to bed.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked her gently before sitting beside her.

"Maybe a ginger ale? And a few crackers if you please." She whispered lightly blowing hair from her face and closing her eyes.

I hurried to the great hall to grab some food for myself and Hermione, when I walked in everyone appeared to be acting as normal. Like no one knew. Neville saw me and flagged me down. "Harry, we have not seen you since the train arrived. Where have you been?"

"He's been to busy snogging Hermione." Ron muttered at Neville. "Okay then I should not have asked if I knew there was going to be drama about it. Luna and I have had a quite bit of snogging as well lately." Things were tense with Ron but that was to be expected. "Ron, can I speak with you?" I asked him hoping we did not ruin a 6-year friendship.

"I suppose." Ron rolled his eyes.

We walked silently and took the path to Hagrid's, "Listen Ron, I know what happened is not ideal and I cannot change that. Hermione wanted to do the honorable thing and she tried to stop us from proceeding until she spoke with you. I pushed. I should not have, but then you begged her to try, and she is honorable…so she did."

"She should have told me Harry, the moment I told her what happened with Luna." He sighed. "I am so angry with her Harry, not even with you Mate, but when I see her, I want to hurt her, and I don't understand why."

"I agree that she should have told you. To be honest Ron…" we stopped walking and sat on a rock structure halfway down the path. "We should have told you the first time something happened, but to Hermione you were not together at that moment, and she did not feel guilty at the time."

"The first time?" Ron's eyes had softened, and he was becoming more like himself with me.

"When you left that night while searching for the horcruxes, Hermione was devastated Ron. She cried herself to sleep for weeks. There was nothing I could do for her. Eventually the pain seemed to numb; it was not gone. The light in her eyes was dimming and it was killing me seeing what you had done to her. I was in pain too; you were harsh and mean and I wanted nothing more than that whole thing to be over." I took a big breath "Finally there was a night some music was playing on the radio, and I did not want to move, I was feeling defeated and broken, but I looked over at Hermione and she was crying again, silently weeping. I knew I needed to be strong for her." There were no words for a few moments while I gathered my thoughts. I stood and paced in front of Ron preparing for the next part of the story. "I got up and went to her, I reached my hand out for hers and she took it. I guided her up and we just began to dance. It was meant to be nothing more than a way to lighten the mood. She resisted and I began dancing foolishly. I was trying to get her to laugh, that wonderful laugh I had not been able to hear in too long. Finally, she began to smile and laugh, and it felt like everything was going to be okay. She laid her head on my shoulder, and we sought the comfort of each other. We danced for awhile then sat down and got ready for bed, it was my night to keep watch, so I bundled up and headed outside. About an hour later I heard a branch snap behind me, and I flung my wand at the noise to see Hermione standing just outside the tent."

"I am sorry. I did not mean to startled you." She whispered into the night air. "Can you come in? I do not want to be alone right now."

I walked into the tent with her and wrapped her up in a warm fleece blanket. "What's wrong Hermione?" She pulled me close to her and ran her fingers through my unkempt hair. "I need you, Harry. You have been so constant ever since we met on the train. Ron was a bully, and he was mean to me, but you, Harry, you never doubted me and always encouraged me. You have always been there for me. You are my everything." She told me.

"Hermione you are my best friend, I will always be there for you. You know that. This thing with you and Ron, it is just a moment in time. It will pass I know it will." I reassured her.

"I do not think I can ever forgive him Harry. He ripped a part of me out and I do not think I will never look at him the same again." Hermione whispered against my lips "I just want to know if this feels right." She began to kiss me, and everything was forgotten in a moment. I did not think about who she was or who she was dating, it was just about me and her.

The memory faded and I looked at Ron. "Harry, I am so angry with her because I have known for years that I was her second choice. Yet she chooses me anyway. I knew from the moment she came running for you in the Great Hall after she was cured of being petrified, your smile, the way she hugged you. Then again at the Tri-wizard tournament, she immediately ran to you, gave you her towel and wrapped you up. It was the type of thing a best friend just does not do. I forgive you, mate. I will work on forgiving her, and I will not tell a soul. I am here for you, one day I can be there for her too." Ron hugged me and we headed back to campus for class.

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