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Harry never thought he'd be a dad. With the threat of Voldemort hanging over you all the time and the prospect of being the chosen one, parenthood had never been the greatest of his concerns. But funnily enough, it'd worked out how he'd wanted it anyways. Standing there in that tent, confessing his love for Hermione, and watching the smile on her face, Harry had realized that he wanted to have love, a family, children. As time moved forward, he had planned on asking Hermione about it but figured that they weren't even married and besides, she should be focusing on herself. And then it had happened. Last week, he found out the love of his life was carrying his child. It seemed unreal.

Harry tightened his hold around Hermione's stomach as if to bring her closer when she stirred. In one precise motion, Hermione turned around to face Harry, the palm of his hand now on the center of her stomach. "Good morning, love." He smiled. "Good morning and good morning to you, my little princess." Hermione smirked. "Princess?" Harry met her twinkling eyes with a small smile. "Princess." Hermione looked up, thoughtfully. "I don't know. I was looking forward to having a little Harry running around the house." She looked down fondly where Harry's hand was protectively resting on her stomach. "No, I think that Hogwarts is in need of another bright witch. I bet she'll be the brightest of her year." Hermione met his eyes and leaned in to give him a kiss. "Or he. Either way, he or she will inherit my brains." Harry sat up. "Your brains?" His hands traveled to her ticklish spot, her neck, where he began maniacally tickling her. "Harry! Harry! Oh, you didn't let me finish!" "Yes?" Harry questioned, innocently. "And your looks. And your courage. And your heart." "Thank you." He smirked. "But just to be clear, he or she will probably get that from you." She smiled again.

"Harry, dear! Are you ready?" Hermione called from down the hall where she stood in their bedroom, stuffing the "essentials" into a bag. Harry appeared and leaned on the doorframe. "Mione, it's just a healer's appointment. Do you really need all that?" "Don't question it, Potter." "But love-" "Harry. I'll carry it." She gave him a stern look before sauntering out of the room. Harry sighed before following her out. Oh, how he loved her.

Hermione looked up at the building before her- St. Mungo's. Harry had insisted on getting the best healer for Hermione and that's how she ended up here. Harry shifted the heavy bag from his left shoulder to his right and Hermione turned around, meekly. "Sorry, dear." He flashed her a grin. "It's okay. Better prepared." Taking a deep breath, Hermione took Harry's hand and walked in. This was real. This was happening. She and Harry were going to have a child.

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