Telling Harry

Telling Harry

Author: Vickles

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Yeah, I know, it's not mine. Jeez, you don't have to rub it in!

Summary: Hermione tells Harry that she is pregnant. Much fluff. :)

A/N: Short little fic that's been sitting on my computer, so I decided to post it. Totally fluff, my specialty!

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Hermione watched Harry across the table as he ate his bacon and eggs.

Just tell him, she told herself. But how? Would she hint at it first, to see if he would catch on? This is Harry, she reminded herself. Though she loved him dearly, Harry was not great with subtlety. Oh well, it was worth a try.

“So Jerry's getting big,” Hermione said conversationally, talking about Ron and Luna's two-year-old son.

Harry nodded, not looking up from the paper he was reading, “I know. Pretty soon I won't be able to make him `fly' like he enjoys so much.”

“I wonder if they're going to have another baby,” Hermione said, emphasizing the word `baby.'

Harry shrugged, looking up for a second, “I'm sure Jerry would love a younger sibling.”

Hermione sagged a little, but didn't give up, “I wonder if he'd like a younger playmate.”

Harry glanced up and pondered this for a moment, “Fred, Charlie, and Bill already have plenty of kids, though, so I guess he'll just have to wait until after Ginny or George gets married.”

Hermione sighed loudly, causing Harry to look at her with a little worry, “Are you okay, Hermione?”

Hermione smiled, “I'm fine.” Okay, so apparently hinting was not working. She was not all too surprised. Harry was never the most observant of people. Perhaps she should just tell him.

I'm pregnant.

We're going to have a baby.

Harry, we are going to be a family.

You are going to be a father.

Hermione sat there, thinking. It was not that she was worried about Harry not being happy. She was sure that he would be happy…eventually. She just was not sure how he would take it at first. They hadn't really been trying, though they had discussed starting a family, and Harry had never objected. They simply had not formally decided yet. Now they didn't have to.

Hermione was afraid of how he would react at first. Would he be upset, worried, shocked? Or maybe even a mixed up combination of everything? Would he be afraid to touch her, or scared of their own child? She knew that Harry had always worried that his children would not like him, that he would not be a good father, that he wouldn't know what to do, and that was why they were taking their time. They were still plenty young, so there was nothing to worry about.

As Hermione watched him, she simply could not hold it in much longer. She stood up from the table. “Harry, could you come with me for a second?” Harry looked up at her and nodded, taking her hand and following her to the living room, where she sat him on the couch, sitting next to him.

“Harry, I have something to tell you,” Hermione began.

Harry nodded, “Okay, what is it?”

Hermione watched his ignorant expression. That is going to go away in a few seconds, and it is going to be my fault. “I…you…we…” She couldn't figure out how to begin.

Harry looked at her with concern, and inched to the edge of the couch. “Is something wrong?”

Hermione shook her head, “No. Everything's fine. It's just that I'm…I mean you're going to…or rather we are…” Hermione tried but couldn't get the words out.

Harry got off the couch and crouched down in front of her, taking her hands in his, “Are you sure everything's okay?”

Hermione nodded, then just could not hold it in any longer, “Harry, I'm pregnant.”

Harry stared at her for a moment, blinking slowly, “Pregnant.”

Hermione nodded.

“Pregnant?” he asked.

Hermione smiled and nodded again.

“We're going to have a baby?”

“Yes.”

“You're going to be a mother… and I'm going to be a father?”

Hermione laughed a little, “That's pretty much how it works.”

Harry watched her for a moment, stunned, before pulling her to him, kissing her energetically. “I…” he said between kisses, “love…you…so…so…much.”

Hermione smiled and pulled back, “So you're okay with this?”

Harry looked at her as if she was insane, “Of course I'm okay! We're having a baby!” He picked her up and spun her around the room, then put her down and simply began dancing around, talking about who they should owl and how long they should wait before buying things for the baby…their baby…

Hermione watched him with tears of happiness in her eyes. Why had she worried? They were going to have a baby. And they were going to be okay. Better than okay. They were going to be great.

She joined him in his dancing.

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A/N: All reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks to Lady Starlight, my beta, of course. Things are still hectic, so it still may be another week or two until the next chapter of Triptych is up, but, as always, it will be up ASAP.

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