Happy News

A/N: This little bunny had been hopping in my mind for quite a while. This is my first one-shot and even though it’s kind of short, I hope you all will like it. It’s not a sequel to any of my stories, although it could apply to a few of them. WARNING! This story was not betad. So, I hope you’ll forgive my errors.

Disclaimer: Not mine! Just the plot.

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Hermione looked at the muggle home pregnancy test she had just taken. A two-week delay on her period told her that perhaps she should get things checked. After all, she had never been this late before.

With a mixture of feelings, she had bought the test at a muggle pharmacy. She felt excited and scared at the same time. “Would I be pregnant?” She had asked herself repeatedly. She hadn’t felt anything different; no morning sickness, no dizziness, no noticeable signs. “Then again, when was it that a pregnant woman starts to feel different? On their first month? On their second one?”

Unfortunately, Hermione didn’t know any pregnant woman she could ask this to. Besides, she hadn’t really felt like discussing it with anybody just yet. First, she wanted to confirm it.

Now that the results were ready, Hermione was in shock. It took her five minutes of staring at the results to finally process the information. She was pregnant. Sitting down on the closed toilet seat cover, Hermione tried to normalize her breathing. Her eyes started to get watery as she tried to swallow the lump obstructing her throat

“I’m pregnant,” she thought as she placed a hand over her still flat stomach. “I’m going to have a baby!”

Unable to hold her emotions in, tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks. She could not believe it! She was going to become a mother. There was only one thing left to do… let her husband know the happy news.

A feeling of uneasiness crept underneath her skin. What was he going to say? Would he be as happy about the news as she was?

They had been married for a little more than three years, but they agreed they’d wait before having kids. Hermione’s intentions never were to get pregnant without him knowing, of course. She had been taking a potion to prevent conception.

At first, she couldn’t even understand how she had gotten pregnant when she was very good at taking her potion. Then, she remembered one Saturday afternoon. They had been celebrating Hermione’s promotion at work. Things had gotten so intense before she could realize it.

The potion was totally forgotten as the two of them surrendered to a night of wild, animal sex.

The outcome of such passionate night was now growing in Hermione’s tummy.

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Harry Potter dragged his feet towards the front door of the cozy house he and his wife had bought in a quiet muggle neighborhood. He had just finished a long day of training. Being a professional quidditch player had its good and its bad sides. The harsh, extenuatingly long hours of training were anything but fun.

Still, he wouldn’t change his job for anything in the world. He was proud to say that he was great at it. He hadn’t received the MVP award for his pretty face or his famous name. It was his skills as Seeker that had earned him the respect of his team players.

He walked into the house and carelessly tossed his quidditch gear in the floor. After kicking his trainers off, he dropped his tired body in his favorite lazy chair. Oh!… it was good to be home! There was nothing like the peace and quiet he found only there.

He closed his eyes to enjoy the gentle breeze coming in through the open window and the sound of silence. But he suddenly opened his gorgeous green eyes as he noticed a very unusual sound coming from the kitchen.

“Is she singing?” he wondered as he stood up – ignoring his muscles’ complaint – and walked towards the kitchen. His mouth opened in surprised when he found his wife, not only singing, but cooking happily – a very unlike-herself thing. “What the…”

Sensing the arrival of her husband, Hermione turned around to welcome him with a huge smile. “Hello love,” she greeted as she walked to him and placed a soft kiss in his lips. “Had a good day?”

Harry looked at her questioningly. “Hey,” he finally greeted back. “Am I missing something?” he wondered, looking at the grin on her face. But before he had time to ask, Hermione grabbed an envelope that had been resting on the countertop and extended to him.

“I have something for you,” she said in a way that only increased Harry’s wondering.

He looked at his wife for a few seconds. That smile in her face was definitely trying to tell him something. Remembering about the envelope in his hands, he thought that perhaps the answer was inside it.

He opened it carefully and out came a greeting card. The outside of it read “Congratulations!” in big green letters.

“Bugger!” Harry thought. “Did I forget something? What date is it? July 12^th… July 12^th? It doesn’t ring the bell. I’m sure it’s not our anniversary. Unless… it’s some other kind of anniversary?”

Several ideas crammed Harry’s mind. He was frantically trying to remember what important occasion had slipped out of his memory. Sure! He had been so busy lately that it wouldn’t surprise him if in fact he had forgotten something. But no mattered how hard he tried to force his brain, he just had no idea.

Slowly, he raised his eyes to look at Hermione. Expectation was written all over her lovely face. Harry smiled weakly at her as his green eyes went back to the card. Finally, he decided that in order to find out what this was all about he needed to actually open it and read it.

And he did.

Inside the card, a picture of a teddy bear holding a bouquet of colorful balloons could be seen in the left side of the card while the right side contained some writing. It read:

“You are going to be a Daddy!!”

Harry read and re-read those words several times. His eyes finally looked up into the face of the woman before him, who was taking in every single expression his handsome face made.

Slowly, the words began to sink in. Harry’s eyes opened wide as his jaw fell to the floor. “I’m… Are you?” He asked as his eyes immediately get down to her stomach.

“Yes,” she replied in a broken voice. “I’m pregnant.”

Harry’s arms quickly tighten around her as he pulled her into a bone-breaking hug. “Merlin’s beard!” he said as he pulled her back to look into her eyes. “Are you sure?” He asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

“Totally,” she replied.

Once again, Hermione’s air supply was suddenly cut as he enclosed his strong arms around her. “A baby,” he whispered in her ear. “A baby!” Harry pulled away from her once more, and placed a sonorous kiss in her lips.

“God, Hermione! You don’t know how happy this makes me,” he spoke as his voice seemed to be breaking up as well.

“Really?” Hermione asked softly. “Are you happy about this?”

Harry looked at her in disbelief. “Are you serious? Of course I’m happy. I’m thrilled!” Immediately after that, he kneeled before her and kissed her stomach. “Hello there!” he said, his mouth pressed to her. “I’m your daddy.” He said, sending a loving look at his wife. “You mum and I are so happy you’re coming. We can’t wait to see you.”

Hermione laughed at the same time that a tear escaped her eyes. It was great to see him like that, happily talking to their unborn baby.

After placing one more kiss on her tummy, Harry stood up and hugged his wife. “I’m so happy this is happening,” he said leaning his forehead against hers. “You couldn’t have given me better news!”

Hermione let her husband enclose her in the safety of his arms, feeling happier than ever. Deep down she knew Harry would be as excited about the news about she was, but for a few seconds she had been afraid she could be wrong.

Now she was certain of one thing, their baby couldn’t find parents that were more willing and excited to receive him/her than the two of them.

“For a moment I thought…” she whispered in his ear. “This is not what we had planned.”

“The best things in life aren’t planned, Hermione,” Harry replied pulling back so he could look into her brown eyes. “They happen when it’s time. You’ll see,” he added as he caressed the side of her face with his thumb. “It’s going to be great.”

“It already is!”