Just Another Ordinary Day by AquamarineCrystal

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 29/05/2005
Last Updated: 05/06/2005
Status: Completed

Harry and Ron get a little surprise at the Ministry one day on what they thought would just be
another ordinary day. Second and final part uploaded!




1. Surprise
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A/N: Hey everyone! I decided to post a two part post Hogwarts story. The idea for this randomly
popped into my head the other day. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or places mentioned in this story.
Everything belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling. I do, however, own Patrick Creegan and I sort of
own the Minute Ministry newsletter. (Well, technically I don't own Patrick Creegan since I
based the first and last name off of two of my friends. Oh well.)

I know the first part of this might seem to fit into either the H/Hr or R/L category, but
it's mainly a H/Hr one, as you'll be able to tell in the second part where fluff will be
added.

Enjoy!

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Just Another Ordinary Day

21-year-old auror-in-training Harry Potter walked swiftly, but silently, down the long blue
hallways of the Ministry of Magic. A cup of coffee in his right hand and his cloak in his left, his
eyes focused straight ahead on the window displaying a fake beautiful, bright sunny day.

“Good morning Mr. Potter,” a familiar joking voice said on his left. “How are you on this fine
November morning?”

“Just peachy,” Harry answered back grinning as he turned to face his best friend of ten years,
Ron Weasely. “And how may I ask are you?”

Ron laughed. “Fine fine. Okay, let's cut this politeness crap. Just because we're now
colleagues doesn't been we're not best friends, who are kids at heart.”

Three years out of Hogwarts, Harry and Ron were succeeding greatly as aurors in training who
were soon going to be hired as professionals. Ron was currently dating his girlfriend, Luna
Lovegood, and Harry was happily married to none other than Hermione Granger. (Well, Hermione
*Potter* now actually, as she'd say promptly.)

“Agreed,” Harry stated, referring to Ron's saying earlier. “Anyways, how's Luna these
days?”

“Okay. She's been acting a little strange lately, though. A little moody and temperamental,
if you ask me,” Ron replied thoughtfully.

Harry frowned. “Strange, Hermione's been acting the same way recently.”

Ron shook his head. “Must be a woman's thing.”

Harry grinned. “Must be.”

Together, the two friends walked down towards their training office, which was located very
close to the aurors headquarters. Both of them occupied it, along with another trainee named
Patrick Creegan who was originally from America. Once they reached it, they quickly stepped inside
and went over to their respective desks.

Harry sat down and started rifling through some papers on his desk. Even though aurors mostly
only had to deal with physical work, there were still a lot of written work and assignments
involved, especially if you were a trainee, like him. It always reminded Harry of being back in
school where he was frantically trying to complete his homework and scrambling to write another
essay. He even still had Hermione nagging him to finish it, only now it was at their house, not at
school.

“Harry, you know you have to complete that report for tomorrow,” Harry pictured Hermione talking
to him in his head. “If you don't, it could jeopardize your future career as auror!”

Harry smiled absent mindedly as her strict, but still lovely, voice filled his head. Thoughts of
seeing her again, as he did everyday, after work ran along side that as his hands traced an
invisible pattern of her name on his stack of papers.

“Harry, what are you doing?” Ron asked with an amused expression on his face.

“Huh?” Harry quickly snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh nothing, sorry.”

Ron just rolled his eyes, figuring out quickly who and what Harry was thinking about.

Time slowly and silently passed as the two workers sat and tried to accomplish at least some
work that day. No outside work was on the agenda today, so it looked as if it would be more boring
hours in the office.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded at exactly noon. Both heads, one bright red while the other
jet black, whipped towards it.

“Come in!” Ron shouted. The door flew open to reveal Patrick Creegan reading a small booklet in
his hand.

“Hey Patrick,” Harry waved slightly with his quill still in his hand. “How's it going?”

“Okay,” Patrick said, bored, in his American accent. The 32-year-old wizard had come over to
England less than two years ago seeking a new experience and a new career. He had gotten both
simultaneously when he had met Harry and Ron within his first month abroad when he had come to the
Ministry for an interview. Once he had gotten over his shock of seeing the famous boy-who-lived
(Harry was famous all over the world now, not just in Europe, especially after his great defeat of
Voldemort in his seventh and final year of Hogwarts.) he had excitedly agreed to being interviewed
for a trainee position as an auror. He had, of course, gotten accepted into the training system not
long after this.

“Whatcha reading?” Ron asked only somewhat curiously.

“Just the *Minute Ministry*,” Patrick replied flipping the page of the book. The *Minute
Ministry* was the weekly newsletter for the Ministry of Magic with little articles about current
events around England, company functions, stuff coming up, notices, little things about employees,
and personal messages. It had started just over a year ago by some workers who used to work for the
Daily Prophet.

“Oh yeah, didn't the latest edition come out his morning?” Ron questioned.

“Yep,” Patrick said. “I picked up an extra copy you guys can share.” He reached into his pocket
to pull out the newsletter and tossed it to his friends.

“Thanks mate,” Ron caught it and glanced at the cover briefly before opening to the first page.
Harry went to stand next to him so he could also read it.

“Hey look, there's going to be a Christmas party next month on the 14th,” Ron
pointed out.

“Cool, hope it's better than last year's,” Harry said, referring to the large amount of
people that had gotten drunk at the last one.

“Yeah,” Ron nodded as he continued to skim the articles.

When he read everything but the last few pages, he placed the whole thing in Harry's hands
and turned away. “I'm done with it.”

“Okay,” Harry mumbled, as he closed it to read the back cover where the personal messages and
birth or pregnancy announcements were located.

Just before he was about to toss it onto his desk, a name at the bottom right corner of the page
caught his eye.

“Ron!” he exclaimed after a few seconds. “Ron, why didn't you tell me this?”

“Tell you what?” Ron asked, looking extremely confused.

“That you and Luna were expecting something.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ron ran over to where Harry was standing.

“Look!” Harry pointed to what he had just read.

**Ronald Weasely**

**Congratulations** **to you and your girlfriend Ms. Luna** **Lovegood for the news of
your first baby, due next summer. Best wishes to the both of you!**

“What?” Ron's face turned as white as a ghost's. “No, it must be a mistake.”

“You mean she didn't tell you?” Harry asked in surprise. “You're just finding out
now?”

Ron nodded silently. “I'm going to be, I'm going to be…” he trailed off still in
complete shock.

“You're going to be…*a father*,” Harry grinned and patted his friend on the back.
“Congratulations mate.”

“I can't believe this!” Ron said. “I really can't!”

Harry's grin faded. “Ron, do you *want* this baby?”

Ron looked thoughtful for a moment. Finally, he replied firmly, “Yes.”

Harry smiled again. “That's good to hear.”

“But there's one thing I'm going to have to do,” Ron turned to look Harry in the eyes.
“I'm going to have to marry her.”

Harry nodded, expecting this. “That would probably be a good idea.”

“But, that's after I kill her for not telling me something this big. Jeez, you'd think
I'd be the first person she'd tell, not the whole damn ministry in this newsletter!”

Harry laughed. “That's true. Don't be too hard on her. She *is* pregnant.”

“Wow, I still can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad.” Ron smiled vaguely. “I hope
I'll be a good one.”

“I'm sure you will be.” Harry reassured Ron.

Ron suddenly took the newsletter out of Harry's hand to look at the back page. He walked
back to his desk and leaned up against it. “Might as well check to see who my future son or
daughter will be going to Hogwarts with when they're ready.”

“Good idea.”

Ron flattened out the booklet and started reading. “Oh cool, Lavender and Seamus are expecting a
baby next July.”

“Oh really, that's nice,” Harry said.

After two more seconds, Ron looked up with a face almost as pale as before.

“H-Harry,” Ron stuttered. “You d-didn't, didn't tell me that you k-knew who my kid would
be going to school with.”

“Now, what are *you* talking about?” Harry frowned. “Are you talking about Lavender and
Seamus's kid? Or someone else?”

Ron furiously shook his head. “Someone else.”

“Oh no, is it someone we don't like? Like a *Slytherin*?” Harry looked a little
worried.

“No, it's, it's…” Ron couldn't seem to say it because of his shock.

Harry went over to where Ron was standing. “Let me see,” he practically grabbed it out of his
friend's hands.

Harry carefully read through each and every one, mentally making a list of the future parents.
*Rebecca Brooks, Daniel Calls, Seamus Finnigan, Kathryn Millar, Harry Potter, Kevin
Runners…*

`Wait a second,' Harry's eyes widened. `Harry Potter—that's me!'

“Hermione's pregnant?” Harry whispered to himself. “We're going to have a baby?”

Ron looked at Harry. “You didn't know either?”

Harry shook his head as he fully read the message.

**Harry Potter**

**Congratulations to the famous Boy-Who-Lived (also known as Harry Potter) and his lovely wife,
Hermione Potter, for** **the** **news of your first baby due early next summer. Best wishes
to the both of you!**

“I can't believe we're both going to be fathers,” Harry said. “I just can't believe
it.”

“I know, me neither,” Ron said.

“Well, congratulations to the both of you,” a voice suddenly interrupted Harry and Ron's
world. The two of them turned their heads quickly to the entrance of the office where they saw
Patrick still standing. They had completely forgotten he was there. He must have just silently
watched the two friends find out that they were to be fathers for the very first time.

“Thank you Patrick,” Harry said.

“Yeah,” Ron nodded thankfully.

“Think you'll be able to give us parenting tips?” Harry asked Patrick, who had two young
children of his own: a boy by the name of Christopher and a girl named Ashley.

“I think so,” Patrick grinned as he walked out the door.

“Think we should still do something about our sneaky girls?” Harry asked Ron about a half hour
before they were set to leave work.

“Hmm, I don't know,” Ron said. “I'm sure that we'll figure out something
though.”

“Yeah, probably,” Harry smirked. “Though, I'm sure they have enough on their plates with
being pregnant. I mean, they're already acting moody, right?”

“Yeah,” Ron laughed. “Think it'll get worse?”

“Probably,” Harry said, while thinking about what the several months would have in store for
him.

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A/N: Well here's the first out of two parts of “Just Another Ordinary Day”. Hopefully I can
get the next part up this weekend and if not, sometime this week. Look out for the H/Hr fluff part!
As always, reviews and viewing my other stories is appreciated!

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2. Surpries Welcome
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A/N: Here's the second and finaly part of “Just Another Oridinary Day”.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that relates to Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers
do. (Also, I realized I never put a disclaimer for my story “Spoken”, so the same applies to that
too.)

Enjoy!

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Hermione Jane Potter was a very successful young woman. Right after she graduated from Hogwarts,
she had enrolled in the Student and Apprenticing School of Healing, which was co-operated by St.
Mungo's. Now, just a little over three years later, she was getting ready to become a
professional healer at the wizarding hospital.

Along with the fact that she was doing well job-wise, her social life wasn't too shabby
either. Not only did she still stay in correspondence with all of her friends from Hogwarts, plus a
few new ones from her current school, but she was also married to her best friend of ten years,
Harry Potter. Some days she still couldn't believe it.

It had all started in the beginning of her sixth year at Hogwarts. She was just walking to the
Great Hall for Lunch when she met Harry in the Entrance Hall.

“Hi Harry,” she had said cheerfully to her friend.

“Hey Hermione,” Harry suddenly looked nervous.

“Is something wrong?” Worry had crept into Hermione's features.

“No, no,” Harry shook his head. “Well, not really.”

Hermione had stepped closer. “What do you mean?”

“Hermione, there's something I've got to tell you,” Harry looked Hermione in the eyes.
“I can't wait a minute longer because I'm afraid I might burst.”

Hermione grabbed his hand, fearing that it was something dreadful that would escape his lips.
She moved just a little bit closer, so she could reach up and brush some hair out of his eyes.

“Is it okay if I tell you?” Harry only looked slightly nervous, surprisingly.

Just inches away from Harry, Hermione had nodded, cueing him to continue.

“Well, it's kind of weird, actually,” Harry smiled faintly as he noticed they were about two
inches away from each other. “Kind of weird about what happened to my feelings.”

“What are you talking about?” Hermione kept on trying to fix Harry's unruly hair.

“My feelings,” Harry gulped. “My feelings for you.”

Hermione had frozen. Her hand abruptly stopped brushing through jet black locks while her eyes
widened and stared into emerald green bulbs.

Things had gone practically perfect from there. They had started talking, really talking, and
realized that their relationship as best friends had turned into something more—they *loved*
each other. They truly, deeply *loved* each other.

So of course, they had kissed right there in the Entrance Hall both gently and passionately.

That had been the beginning of their true relationship. Three and a half years later, the duo
had gotten married in an elegant ceremony that all of their friends and family members had
attended. The two had bought a beautiful house within the next two months in a quiet muggle
neighborhood and had also managed to buy a car, as both of them had randomly decided in the summer
before seventh year to go for their driver's licenses. (They alternated between using it and
magical ways of transportation.) Now, a year and a half later, everything seemed perfect.

To make things just a little better, Hermione had found out something the other day at her
doctor's. She had been throwing up frequently the past few weeks and had suddenly become prone
to almost violent mood swings, so Harry, worrying greatly, had practically pushed her to their
local muggle doctor. Once there, the doctor had run a few tests on her and announced that she and
Harry had managed to create something wondrous: Life.

Yes, Hermione Jane Potter was about two months pregnant with her husband, Harry James
Potter's, child. At first fear had crept into her mind, swimming around her thoughts causing
her to worry about Harry not accepting this. What if he didn't want this baby? What if he
wanted to divorce her because of it? But then, excitement had flooded out into the open, telling
her that Harry would definitely want this; he had always wanted a family of his own since he never
was really a part of one when he himself was a child.

Deciding to keep it a secret just a little bit longer, Hermione had gone home, telling Harry
that nothing whatsoever was wrong with her. Harry accepted this, albeit a little reluctantly, and
the two had gone to bed peacefully. The next day, though, Hermione had gotten the sudden impulse to
tell Harry the news in a unique way: she could post the announcement in the *Minute Ministry*!
Doubts rushed to her at first, telling her that this was really mean and that Harry would not want
the whole Ministry to know this before he did. But then, she decided this could be a little bit a
payback for any teasing he had ever done to her.

Later that afternoon, Hermione headed over to the Ministry and went to the newsletter's
office. There, she greeted Luna and told her about the announcement. Ironically, it seemed as if
Luna had just found out similar news the other day, too. The only difference was that she was only
a couple of weeks pregnant, and was planning on telling her boyfriend, Ron, directly that night.
When she heard that Hermione hadn't even told Harry yet, she decided to join the fun and post
her baby news immediately in the newspaper.

Now, it was the next day and Hermione was pacing in her and Harry's living room, waiting for
her husband to come home. The newsletter would have just been released this morning so Harry, and
Ron too, would now know that they were going to be fathers.

“Please let Harry want this,” Hermione whispered to herself.

As if on cue, the front door opened to reveal Harry in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He must
have quickly changed out of his work clothes before apparating. home to the front porch.

“Hey Harry,” Hermione fidgeted with her diamond engagement ring and wedding band.

“Hey Hermione,” Harry said quietly. “Home early, today?”

“Yeah, I had a half day today. I went out for lunch and then drove home.” Hermione explained
quickly.

“Oh, that's nice,” Harry said smiling slightly. “Hermione, can I talk to you about
something?”

Hermione closed her eyes tightly for a moment. “Of course.”

“Hermione,” Harry began. “Hermione, why didn't you tell me?”

Hermione opened her eyes slowly. She couldn't read his expression for once, and that scared
her. “About what?”

“About,” Harry continued as Hermione braced herself and closed her eyes again. His neutral
expression suddenly turned to a beam. “About us going to be parents!”

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she took in his bright smile. Breathing heavily, she
whispered, “You mean, you want the baby?”

Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Hermione, I want this more than anything.”

Hermione stepped closer to him. “So you're not mad?”

“Well,” Harry's grin faded a little. “I'm a little disappointed that you decided to tell
the whole Ministry when you didn't even tell me first.”

Hermione sighed. “I figured that.”

“But knowing that we're going to start a family,” Harry chuckled. “Well, I think that kind
of makes up for it.”

Hermione's eyes shone bright with tears. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Hermione smiled as Harry opened us his arms widely. Jumping into them, she wrapped her arms
around his neck while he did the same with her waist.

She leaned into his neck gently. “Oh, Harry, I thought that you wouldn't accept this. I
thought you'd leave me, I'd thought you'd divorce me, I even thought you might really
hurt me.”

Harry placed his finger on her lips. “Hermione, even if I truly didn't want this, I would
never do any of those things to you, or the baby. But of course, the remote thought of me not
wanting this child is so impossible, you don't even have to think about those worries.”

Hermione smiled against his finger. “I'm glad, then. I really want this baby, too.”

Harry carefully took his finger off her lips and replaced it with his mouth.

Nearly five minutes later, the two broke apart breathlessly. Harry then went to her ear and
started nibbling on it.

Hermione groaned slightly and ran her fingers through her husband's hair. When she felt his
lips sweetly moving all the way down her neck, she started to move her hands down his back in a
massaging pattern.

After Harry reached her chest, he made his slow way up back her neck until he reached her mouth
again. With Hermione's hands down hear the back of his waist and his own around hers, he
tenderly kissed her yet again.

“You know,” Hermione whispered when they had stopped and rested their foreheads against each
other's, “We're going to have to get this out of our system before the baby comes.”

“But Hermione,” he licked her lips softly. “Then how will we be able to create more kids for our
big happy family?”

Hermione smiled widely as she heard Harry's statement. “Oh, I think we'll be able to
find a reasonable way.” She reached for Harry's hand and then started to lead him to their
bedroom, rubbing his wedding band a little.

“Hermione, where are we going?” Harry asked as he allowed Hermione to drag him.

“Well, we're going to need to practice before we can start adding to the family aren't
we?”

*The End*

A/N: Well, there you go, the second and final part of this story. I really hoped you enjoyed it!
For the fluff parts, keep in mind that I'm only 15 and honestly have never had any real kissing
experiences or anything, so I'm writing this based on what I've read in books or seen n
movies. (And a little bit of wishful thinking is also added into there lol) Anyways, I'd
appreciate it if you took the time to review my story and check out my other ones!

By the way, thanks so much for the reviews of the first part of this story! Hope the second part
was enjoyable to read and went along with the first! I'll admit, Hermione does seem a little
OOC here, not telling Harry about the baby before writing it in the newsletter. Sorry about that, I
just randomly got the idea and decided to go along with it. Luna might seem a little OOC too,
though I'd expect here to do something like this I think more than Hermione.

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