Just Another Ordinary Day

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!

Chapters

1. Surprise

2. Surpries Welcome

1. Surprise

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

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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