A/N: Okay, okay, I know Valentine's Day was last week. And that there's billions of stories like this out there, probably. But oh well-hope you still enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here. J.K. Rowling does!
Rating: PG (just to be safe)
A/N: Get ready for the fluff!
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Valentine's Day. A day that is supposed to be filled with love and happiness. It is the day where lovers give each other gifts from the hearts, where friendship is recognized, and an overall feeling of love is supposed to be felt.
At least that is what the ideal Valentine's Day is supposed to be like. Of course, though, if you happen to be without that special someone, and are single, you can't help but feel lonely on the fourteenth of February. You can't help that weight that plots itself in your heart when you see couples all around you exchange gifts of flowers, chocolate, and of course kisses.
This is how one Hermione Granger felt for the first eighteen Valentine's Days of her life. But then, on the nineteenth one she finally got herself a boyfriend by the name of Harry Potter, and ever since then, Valentine's Day hasn't seemed that bad anymore.
On the morning of February 14, exactly two years after her fateful nineteenth Valentine's Day, 20-year-old Hermione Jane Granger woke up with a smile on her face. Sunlight streamed through her window and bathed her in its golden rays of light. Slowly, she turned onto her side so that she was able to face the object of her affection, who was still sound asleep.
Hermione tentatively reached out one hand to brush a lock of jet black hair away from Harry's closed eyes. No sooner had she done so though, than a wave of nausea suddenly hit her. Gasping, Hermione hurriedly threw her legs off of the bed and started racing towards the bathroom where she promptly threw up everything in her stomach.
After a couple of minutes of breathing heavily, Hermione felt a presence behind her. "That's the fourth morning in a row," a voice stated.
"I know Harry," Hermione closed her eyes.
"I'm telling you, `Mione, you should go to the doctor's," Harry bent down to her level and started to rub comforting circles on her back.
Hermione sighed. "I'm sure it's just a small stomach bug or something."
"Hermione, all you've been doing is throwing up in the morning. No other symptoms of the flu are showing. And you don't even have a fever," Harry reasoned with his girlfriend.
Hermione's shoulders slumped as her resolve began to crumple. "I suppose you're right, Harry."
"Wait, say that again," a grin started to appear on Harry's face.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I said you were right. Now please kindly wipe that smirk off your face."
Harry laughed before concern made itself present on his face again. "Now, do you feel as if you're going to, you know," Harry made a poor attempt at a puking motion.
Hermione couldn't help but let out a small giggle. "Yes, I'm actually feeling better. But don't
worry," Hermione looked directly into Harry's emerald eyes. "I'll still head over to the doctor's
later."
"Great," Harry smiled and stood up. "Since you are feeling better though, do you think it would be alright if I could wish my beautiful girlfriend a happy Valentine's Day?"
"I think," Hermione said as she got up off the floor. "That would be a lovely idea."
"Brilliant," Harry moved closer to Hermione as he wrapped his arms around her, settling in for a long, passionate, love-filled Valentine's Day morning.
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Hermione walked out of her muggle doctor's office around three in the afternoon with a look of utter shock on her face. In a daze, she headed towards her small car, and got in.
Somehow, not even remembering it at all, Hermione managed to get home safely. Still in a trance, she stepped out of the car and let herself into her and Harry's house.
"'Mione," her boyfriend called from somewhere upstairs and as she set herself down on the sofa. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," Hermione answered, distracted.
Harry came bounding down the stairs and walked over to her so he could sit next to her. "So, how'd it
go?"
"Fine," Hermione answered simply.
"Just `fine?'" Harry asked, bemused.
"Yeah," Hermione shook her head, finally starting to come out of the trance. "There's nothing…wrong with me."
"Well, I suppose that's good…but you sound as if he found something."
Hermione shook her head again. "It's nothing bad, I guess."
Harry looked at her, confused. "Well, then what is it?"
Hermione turned her head so that her cinnamon brown eyes were gazing into his emerald orbs. Carefully, she reached for Harry's hands and placed them softly onto her stomach. Then, opening her mouth, she uttered just one word:
"Baby."
Harry's eyes widened. He quickly looked down at where his hands rested on Hermione's body. Then, he brought his head back up so that he was once again staring into her beautiful eyes. A smile started to form on his face.
"Baby," Harry reiterated. "We're going to have a baby?"
Hermione nodded while biting her lip. Tears began to form in her eyes.
"I'm going to be a father, and…you're going to be a mother," Harry asked, his grin growing larger.
"Yes," Hermione whispered.
"Wow," Harry breathed as he leaned his head towards Hermione so he could kiss her.
When they broke apart some time later, Harry rested his forehead against Hermione's gently.
"So you're not mad or anything?" Hermione asked.
"Mad?" Harry laughed. "Of course not! I want this more than almost anything else! I've always wanted a family and it is a dream come true to have one with you."
Hermione couldn't help but smile as she leaned into Harry's warm embrace.
"In fact," Harry slowly pulled away from Hermione so that he could properly look at her face. "There's something I was going to ask you later on tonight, but I think I might just go ahead now. Wait here for just a second." Harry kissed her quickly one last time, before rushing out of the living room.
"Okay," Hermione mumbled, genuine confusion clouding her features.
Two minutes later, Harry re-entered the room, one hand in his pocket and the other motioning for her to stand up. Hermione did so, still puzzled.
"Harry, what…." Her words died right there on her tongue as Harry got down on one knee and pulled a black velvet box out.
"Hermione, you don't know how much you mean to- how much you've always meant to me. Ever since I met you back on the Hogwarts express when we were eleven years old, I knew there was something special about you. For the next seven years you were my best friend, and more. You saved my life so many times, you listened to me; you put up with my brooding and moods, especially around the time when Sirius died. You were my savior and confidante. And then, not more than two years ago, I suddenly realized something: I was deeply in love with you. And what did I find out around that time? You loved me too. And the last two years were the best of my life. And now, here we are on Valentine's Day, and you tell me we're going to be a family. You're giving me everything I've ever wanted in life! So, Hermione Jane Granger, my dear sweet love, will you marry me?" Harry held his breath as he finished his speech.
Tears of happiness flooded into Hermione's eyes as she vigorously nodded. "Oh Harry, yes, yes I'll marry you!"
Harry beamed as he practically jumped up. Slowly, he opened the black box to reveal a beautiful diamond set on a pure gold band. A tiny ruby sat on its left side and a tiny sapphire on its right.
"Oh Harry, it's beautiful!" Hermione exclaimed as Harry slid it onto her left ring finger.
"Just like you," Harry said as he leaned down to kiss his fiancée.
As the two of them took part in a rather heavy and passionate kiss, Hermione decided that Valentine's Day wasn't just "not that bad" anymore. It was the best bloody day ever!
The End
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