"Did I miss something?" Harry asked when he walked into the living room with Bill. He glanced around at the shocked expressions on Ginny, Luna and Hermione.

"Come on girls, let us give them some, privacy, oui?" Fleur announced sitting up and giving Hermione a quick hug before they all cleared out of the room.

Hermione watched them leave before she turned towards Harry. She smiled weakly up at him before motioning him to come over and sit. She didn't know where to start. She was still getting around the idea that she was in fact, pregnant with Harry's child. She stared down at her hands that were clasped with Harry's hands.

"Hermione?" questioned Harry, "Are you okay?"

Sniffling, Hermione wiped some tears from her face. "Harry, I-I am pregnant."

"Pregnant?" whispered Harry. He stared at her in shock. How is she pregnant? They used every precaution to prevent it. He watched as she did the enchantment. Maybe during the moment she messed up? It was possible. It is human to make mistakes, but the main concern right now is that he is going to be a father. He, a father.

Hermione remained quiet, letting it sink it. She was looking at him, waiting for him to react in some way. He just stood there, shell shocked at the metaphoric bomb that she just dropped on him. The play of emotions that was dancing in his eyes made her nervous and her stomach clench in worry. Perhaps he didn't want a child so soon, or maybe, he didn't want one with her. Nervousness bubbled in her throat, preventing her from speaking any further. She glanced down at the fabric of the chair she was sitting on and started picking at it, a habit she picked up.

"You're pregnant," Harry muttered before his face almost split in half with a smile. He swiftly grabbed her hands back, preventing her from picking a hold in the furniture and made her turn towards him. He kissed her straight on the mouth, his hands moving up to her face before he broke the kiss. "I am going to be a father, with you. How far along are you? Do you know the sex of the baby? Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?"

Hermione watched, slightly bemused as he fired question after question at her. "Harry, calm down, you are making me slightly dizzy."

"Right, sorry. I am going to be a father! I have always dreamt of this but never thought it would happen. I love you Hermione, so very much," Harry muttered before he kissed her once again, this one more passionate.

"I love you, too Harry."

"There is one thing though, that I have to ask." Harry said, his voice holding a serious tone to it.

"What is that?" Hermione asked, feeling a little bit nervous.

"I was going to ask you this anyways, but it seems that we never go the normal route on things. So, please don't think the only reason I am asking you this is because of our baby." Harry said, looking her deep in the eye before he continued. He released her face and reached into his pocket, retrieving a small box. He slid from the chair onto one knee, holding the box up to her. "Hermione, would be do me the honor of being my wife?"

"Yes, yes of course," Hermione slid down with him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with so much passion. She broke the kiss just so he could put the ring on her finger before she kissed him again.

"You know," Ron started, his arm wrapped around Luna's shoulder. "It seems like it was only yesterday when you two were dancing around each other like a bunch of pubescent teens."

"Thanks Ron," Harry glared, pacing the waiting room they were in. They were at St. Mungo's waiting for news on Hermione, who had gone into labor around seven hours ago. "It really wasn't that long ago, you git."

"So, do you guys know if it is a girl or a boy?" Neville asked, interrupting them from fighting.

"We decided to wait and see," sighed Harry as he was tugged to sit down by a overly disgruntled Ginny. "Why can't I be in there?"

"Wizarding rules mate, men aren't allowed in there," explained Ron. "Although I am not sure I would want to be in there."

"I do want to be in there," Harry grumbled as he fidgeted in his seat. He nervously ran his hands through is already crazy hair and looked around the waiting room. There was so many people in the waiting room, he was amazed they fit. All the Weasley's were there with their other half and kids, Neville with his now fiancée, Pansy, Draco was with Ginny, Hermione's dad was sitting with Arthur while Hermione's mum was in with Molly and Hermione in the room. He was thankful that the healers and medi-witches had banned the press from being inside the hospital.

"Harry?" Molly's voice called out to him. His green eyes snapped the Weasley matron and he quickly scrambled over to her, only pausing enough for her to wrap him in one of her famous hugs. "Congratulations."

He smiled and ran inside the room where a very exhausted and sweaty Hermione lay on the bed. In her hands was a white blanket that held his new baby. "Hermione?"

Hermione smiled when her husband of three months walked into the room. Her tired, amber eyes lit up as soon as he was by her side. He gently sat on the bed and looked at the bundle with curious eyes. She immediately held up the infant, nodding to him when he cradled the baby against his chest and supported the neck. "You can go show everyone, I am going to relax for a bit."

Harry carefully stood up from the bed and gave her a quick kiss before he slowly turned and walked out of the room. He looked down at the baby in awe, noticing the traits it picked up from him and Hermione. He walked over to the group, who were waiting anxiously for news on the gender. "Everyone, I want you to meet Hayden James Potter, my son.

A/N: I know its short, but there you guys go! I believe that is the end. I may do a sequel, depending on how many would want one.