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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