~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Seven- Stowaway
Summary: Right now, it's nine weeks later, making it early November. Ron and Harry go about their regular routines, and no one knows about Hermoine's real whereabouts.
The air around the island had finally grown cold, later than most years. It wasn't that cold, but it certainly was a change from the summer heat. Harry sat on the windowsill late one night. The others were asleep in the dark dorm except for the moonlight glowing through the tall window. He was thinking about where he was now, and where he would be in another two months. Responsible for another human life.
" Hey" Hermoine stood next to him, whispering.
He smiled, " can't sleep either?".
She shook her head, sliding onto the seat in front of him, resting between his legs (don't get gross), and her head on his chest. Harry wrapped his arms along with hers around her stomach.
" What are you thinking about?" he asked.
" The only thing on my mind for awhile. You" she paused, " and the baby", he didn't notice the pause between both things.
He intertwined his fingers with hers, " I just realized we don't have any names picked out" he tried to change it to a lighter subject.
" We don't need them, we'd pick a name, and when the baby's born, we'd think it wont fit and we'll be back here again".
Harry found it rather humorous, " you've had this planned, haven't you?".
She sighed, " since I was ten, I never thought it'd be like this".
He stroked her wrist with his thumb, " I'm sorry, I'm sorry it has to be this way".
" It's not your fault" Hermoine became more relaxed in his arms, " we both contributed to it".
Harry couldn't find the nerves to say what he wanted to say. It would haunt him forever if he didn't and he knew he'd regret it soon enough. In a faint whisper, Harry said " I love you", but saw Hermoine was already asleep, she didn't hear him.
Only a few hours later, when the morning sun had risen, Hermoine found herself sneaking through the dormitory, closer to the hallway. The girls bathroom was her eager destination. Everyone was still asleep, including Harry, whom was asleep by the window. She ran the best she could down the open corridor. Hermoine kept looking behind her, though that bathroom was not that far. Normally, she'd use James Potter's cloak, considering it was early, she figured it was safe. She figured. On one of her quick peeks behind her, she found herself in front of a large belly. Hagrid.
Hermoine gasped sharply, jumping back a step or two. He stood as though he knew she was going to be there at that exact second. " Hello Hermoine". She was still panting, panicking. " Don't worry yourself sweetie, I've known for quiet some time that you were here?".
" You have?".
" Indeed, don't worry, the boys didn't tell me, it was a little obvious, but, only to myself" he seemed more happy to see her, rather than the fact that she was not suppose to be there.
But Hermoine wanted to know where they went wrong, " if you don't mind me asking, um, how did you know?".
Hagrid extended his arm to touch a lock of her curls, " you have beautiful hair Hermoine, which was easily seen through the railing the night of your arrival".
She took the same lock between her fingers, " oh".
" Why are you here Hermoine?" damn well, he knew why, besides the fact that it had become physically obvious. Hermoine drew in a deep breath, prepared to tell her story.
Meanwhile, back at the dorm, Harry and Ron had woken, to find their stowaway was not there.
" She didn't just vanish Ron, besides, the cloak is here, maybe she didn't leave willingly!" Harry had just finished dressing in his Quidditch uniform when Ron pointed out that they were alone.
" Spas much do you? If something happened, they'd tell us because they'd know she was here with us. She probably went exploring, she does that a lot".
Harry stared coldly at her friend, " not when she's pregnant and no one is suppose to know that she's at Hogwarts!".
Ron sat on his bed, " go to the game, it's important. If you're late, or you don't show up, then they're going to suspect something. I'll look for her, then bring her back here, then go to the game".
Harry stood deep in thought, giving in, then grabbing his broomstick from his own bed and leaving the dorm.
He purposely took the long way to the Quidditch field, knowing the places Hermoine Granger would be. Carefully, opening the girls bathroom door, calling her name. A light voice responded, claiming that she was not there.
Once exiting the building, the field was not far. Between the field and the building, Hagrid stepped in his path. " Good afternoon Harry".
" Good afternoon Hagrid" there were those nerves again.
" I just want to wish you good luck on the match today, we'll be watching you".
" We?" he knew Ron was searching in school, and he never seemed to mention the rest of the Gryffindors.
A hand appeared, literally out of think air next to Hagrid, waving. Hermoine, under his cloak. He didn't know she was there, the again, that was the whole point. " You found out" he whispered.
Hagrid sighed, " you weren't exactly calm when you two got here early, which also gave it away. Between the many, many times you mentioned her name like she was there, the fact that Hermoine would do anything to make it back to Hogwarts every year. And, she ran into me, which sealed the deal".
" I'm sorry Harry" her voice cooed.
He shrugged, laughing, " we were going to tell him eventually".
Hagrid placed his arm around where Hermoine really was, " good thing you came when you did. No worries, it'll be our little secret". Harry smiled, he had a feeling Hermoine was as well. " Anyways Harry, you best be getting to the game, come on Granger, let's go get some good seats".
Harry watched them leave, well, he watched Hagrid leave. Then ran like mad to the field.
First game of the Quidditch season, and they tied forty to forty. Harry couldn't concentrate, he was the best player, but he kept looking into the crowd, to make sure everything was alright. And it always was. He told himself over and over to relax on concentrate on where he was and what he was suppose to be doing. Slowly, it was beginning to work.
" Harry" his name caught his attention into the crows again. He saw Hagrid, and Hermoine, he saw her. She was clutching her stomach, he was helping her stand. The game suddenly became a blur, and he didn't realize he was not in the best position. Ron joined them, Hermoine looked as though she was suffering, Hagrid was talking to him, and then Ron looked scared. Not very good doing for Harry. He tried to look closer, and didn't hear Oliver's warning.
Harry never saw the ball coming towards him, by the time it collided with him, it was too late. The impact knocked him out cold and he slid from the broomstick. From the elevation of the broom, Harry fell to the sand below.
A/N: It's not really a cliffhanger, but I'm the only one who knows what's going to happen ~evil laugh~. And let me just say- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE GREAT REVIEWS EVERYONE!!