Emotions

Emotions

She sat there, all alone, in her room. She missed him so much. Ever since he came back, she couldn't stand to be away from him for only one night. This time, she had to spend several months away from him. Why did I have to make that mistake? She thought. Why did I have to tell him?

::FLASHBACK::

Hermione was sitting at the table to her and Harry's new house, eating the breakfast that Harry worked so hard to make. It tasted horrible, as usual, but she didn't mind anymore. She would sit at the table and watch Harry slaving away, checking everything before he gave it to Hermione. He tried and tried, but never got it right. He got up early that morning to start, way before Hermione got up. That day was special. It was the one-year anniversary of the day Harry got back.

Harry placed the food in front of Hermione and sat down next to her. "Sorry. I still suck at cooking." Harry smiled slightly and took a bite of his sausage. As he chewed it, he got this disgusted look on his face, and started to gag. "Well, it's better than the last round!"

Hermione just smiled and took a bite. She loved the taste, even though it was horrible. She realized just how much she missed that in the two years he was gone.

"So, Hermione, I was just wondering..."Harry started. "Well, I was just thinking... I know that this is a strange question, considering how long it's been, but I remember how you said that you had a boyfriend? I was just wondering, who it was?"

"Draco."

"WHAT?!" Harry yelled.

"Draco. So?" Hermione asked.

"MALFOY?! Why the hell did you choose Malfoy, out of all the people you could've dated?!" Harry yelled.

"He changed. I think it was because you were gone, because when he heard that you were back, he turned back into a jerk!" Hermione said calmly.

Harry got up so abruptly that his chair fell to the floor, and practically split in half. He stormed out of the room.

Hermione ran after him, trying to find out what was wrong. "Harry, it isn't that big of a deal! Come on! Please, Harry! Come on, just tell me what's wrong!" Hermione begged, grabbing Harry by the arm to stop him.

When Harry turned around, his face was completely red, and he was trying to hold back tears, but failing miserably. "Hermione, when I was gone, he tried to find me! He tried to turn me in to the Ministry! He wanted me to be killed!" Harry shouted.

Hermione just stared at Harry in shock. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't believe it, but she couldn't believe that Harry would lie to her, either. "He... he did?"

"Yeah, Hermione! He did!"

"I'm so sorry, baby! I didn't know!"

"I need to think. I'm going for a walk."

::END FLASHBACK::

Harry never came back from that walk. It had been months already, and she couldn't understand exactly why he left. How was she supposed to know what Draco was up to behind her back?

Dear Ron,

Hello. How are you doing?

To be honest, I didn't write because I wanted to say hi. I wrote because I need to know if you've seen Harry. He's been missing for a few months now, and I really am getting nervous about him! What if he's hurt, or living on the streets or something? Please, if you know where he is, tell me, because I really miss him, and I need to talk to him.

With Love,

Hermione.

Hermione sat at her desk, staring at the letter. Every time she saw a television show, where one of the characters names was Harry, she broke down. Every time she looked at the clothes and items Harry still had in the house, she ended up breaking one of them. She couldn't live without him. She needed him, and she needed to talk to him so badly; she needed to work this out with him.

She sat there, staring at the picture of them together after she sent the letter. She wasn't planning on breaking another beautiful frame he gave her, and she didn't want to ruin this picture, in case it was all she had left of him. She took the picture out of the frame and held it against her chest. She wished he would come back. She wished he would at least call her to say hello and he was fine. She missed him so much, and every day she woke up and he wasn't by her side, she fell apart again.

~~

THAT NIGHT:

!!

Hermione sat in her living room, staring at the door. She wanted him to walk in and make everything better. Finally, just as she was drifting off to sleep, the door opened a crack, and an owl flew in. It was Hedwig. He dropped the letter in Hermione's hands, and flew away.

Dear Hermione,

I am sorry to tell you this, but Harry has died. He was murdered, in a duel against Draco. I would like you to come immediately to my house. I am sorry, Mione.

With Love,

Ron.

!!

Hermione awoke in a cold sweat. My dream, it was just so real! She thought. Could it be...?

~~

RON'S HOUSE:

Ron roused from a deep sleep. He heard a banging on the door. "Who is it?" He asked, climbing out of bed and heading out of his room.

"It's me, Ron. Let me in!" Hermione called from the other side of the door.

"Hermione, what the hell are you doing here? It's three in the bloody morning!" Ron yawned, opening the door carefully.

"I'm sorry, but I had a bad dream. Harry was murdered... Do you know where he is?" Hermione asked, stepping into the house.

"Yeah. But I can't tell you. I promised Harry I wouldn't."

"Please, Ron, please! I need to know! I need to sort this out with him!" Hermione pleaded.

"Hermione, a promise is a promise! I can't tell you!" Ron whispered.

"Well, can I stay here for a while? I don't like being in our house without him there, especially with all his stuff still there."

"Sure. You could sleep in the guest room. It's down the hall to the right. I'm going back to sleep."

Hermione decided to stay up for a little while. She was trying to write Harry a letter, but she couldn't concentrate.

~~

NEXT MORNING:

Hermione slept most of the morning away. She stayed up all of last night, and once she woke up, she didn't want to move. She was too scared that he wouldn't be there. She couldn't open her eyes, for the fear that she wouldn't see his face next to hers.

"Hermione! Come on! It's already ten!" Penelope called, rushing into Hermione's room. "And, you have a visitor!"

"Who is it?" Hermione asked, obviously wide awake. Penelope just looked at her and raised her eyebrows. "Oh, shit!" Hermione screamed, lifting herself off her bed as fast as she could. She hurried as fast as she could to the mirror, where she had her brush and her makeup.

"Calm down! He's seen you looking like this every morning. It's no big deal," Penelope said, grabbing the brush from Hermione and gently stroking the back of her hair with it.

"Thank you, Penelope. You're such a great friend," Hermione sighed, shoveling her blush onto her cheeks.

"No problem, Hermione. I've been through this whole routine over, and over again with Ron. By now, you can call me an expert at it! Hell, we still do this!" Penelope smiled sweetly.

~~

LIVNG ROOM:

When Hermione finally got ready, about forty-five minutes had already passed. She was scared that he had left by then, but when she walked into the living room, he was still sitting on the couch, staring at her beautiful figure.

"Damn, I've missed you," he whispered, pulling her down onto the couch next to him.

"Harry, why did you leave?" Hermione asked, getting back up again, trying to look mad at him, but ending up looking more worried.

"I went to the La Rio Grande. I was really pissed... not at you, but at Malfoy. I mean, first he had the nerve to steal you from me while I was gone, and then trying to get me killed behind your back." Harry just kept staring at Hermione. She thought he would have looked less desperate if his tongue was hanging on the floor.

"Harry, first off, you need to get this straight. He didn't steal me from you--you left. It was your fault--not completely, but mostly--that I ever started to like him! If you would have stayed, then he would just have been Malfoy, for those two and a half years, instead of my boyfriend, who--I thought--cared about me. And second, why did you leave if you weren't bloody mad at me?! You put me through hell, Harry! I think I would have liked it better if you never came back! Ever since you came back, all it's been for me is heart-break, confusion, and mixed feelings! Harry, I'm not saying that I don't love you, I'm just saying that it would have been easier on all of us if you would've stayed in America!"

"Hermione, I thought the same thing while I was gone. I know it was hard for you all. It was hard for me, too. But listen, baby. I love you, and I couldn't stand to be without you. Please baby, I'm still adjusting to this, and it broke my heart to here that you were going out with my worst enemy! Wouldn't you feel the same way if I went out with... Pansy?!" Harry asked.

"No, actually, Pansy's pretty cool," Hermione shrugged.

"Hermione!" Harry sighed. "Come on! You're not getting the point!"

"Yes, Harry, I am! I'm just still pissed at you! I have a perfect bloody reason to be, too! You left me for five months, because you were mad at my ex-boyfriend! My ex-boyfriend from a year and a half ago!" Hermione shouted.

"Hermione, I came here to apologize, not to get yelled at!" Harry sighed, annoyed. He grabbed his coat and stormed out the door.

"Yeah, Harry, just leave! That's what you're best at, right?! Just run away from all your problems!" Hermione shouted after him. "Ron, I'm going home! That just caused me to completely get over that asshole!"

"Hermione, come on. You two can get through this if..."

"Ron, no, we can't! If he's going to be like this, then I don't WANT to be with him!" Hermione shouted, cutting Ron off.

"Oh, Hermione," Penelope whispered, giving Hermione a hug. "It'll be fine."

~~

BACK AT HOME:

Hermione sat in her room, staring at all of Harry's stuff. That's it, she thought. I hate him, and I can't believe him. He is SUCH AN ASSHOLE!

Hermione took all of Harry's clothes and flammable things and put them in the fire place. She lit a match, and watched in tears as all of his things burned to a crisp. Then she took all of his non-flammable things down to the Ministry of Magic, for them to give to the poorer witches and wizards.

Harry,

I have gone to the Ministry to give away all your things. Just wanted to tell you, in case you come home.

Hermione.

She left that note on the kitchen table.

~~

MINISTRY:

Hermione walked into the Ministry. There were long lines of people, and most of them had been there for a very, very long time. There was one line for the Daily Prophet. That was the longest. Hermione got in the line next to it; the line for donations.

Hermione glanced around for awhile. She had been there for a couple of hours by now, and it had started to rain. She looked to a hooded man in the line for the Daily Prophet. "Do you know how hard it's coming down out there?" she asked.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" the man asked, taking his hood off to reveal his face.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione shot back.

"Come here." The man pulled her off to a corner. "Hermione, I'm sorry. I know I deserved to be yelled at. But, baby, I don't want to lose you because of a stupid fight like this. I'm so sorry, Mione. Please forgive me?"

"Harry, I'm sorry, too. I know this has been hard for you, too, and I'm not making it any easier! I just... I'm so confused lately. I don't know what to do, and I think it's because you're gone. I can think straight when you're with me, and I don't have any problems with emotions then, but when you're gone, I just fall apart!" Hermione whispered, hugging Harry as tight as she could.

"Hermione, you don't have to apologize. It wasn't your fault. Come on, let's go home." Harry lead Hermione out of the Ministry. "Ummm... Hermione, what are you doing with all of my stuff?"

"Uhhh... well, what were you doing at the Daily Prophet?" Hermione asked, dodging his question.

"I was going to have them put an article in to apologize to you. Now, what were you doing with all of my stuff?" Harry asked.

"Oh, Harry, you're so romantic!" Hermione yelled, wrapping her free arm around Harry's neck.

"Hermione..." Harry started, but was cut off by a small kiss from Hermione. "Hermione!"

"It doesn't matter, Harry! And if you're really that curious, do the math! I was in the donations line with all of your stuff!" Hermione whispered, smirking slightly.

"Oh, I get it! Hmmm... am I going to have to punish you when we get home?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I don't know, Harry, I've been a very bad girl lately!" Hermione teased.

~~

NEXT MORNING:

That morning, it was Hermione up first. She wanted to get breakfast cooked for Harry today. She felt she should do something special for Harry, since they just got back together.

Hermione didn't get any sleep last night (for two reasons) and she was feeling extremely energetic that day. She was extremely happy, as well. She wasn't sure if it was because of Harry, or because Harry and her got back together.

"Good morning sweetie!" Harry yawned, stumbling out of their room.

"Good morning, honey!" Hermione replied, kissing him on the cheek. Harry pulled her closer to him, kissing her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, her chin, and finally down to her neck. He kissed her a couple of times on the neck, then moved his hands swiftly to her red floral blouse and started unbuttoning it.

Hermione sighed with pleasure. She started to unbutton Harry's pajama shirt, but was stopped by a loud thudding noise coming from the window.

"I'll get it," Harry groaned in annoyance. Harry opened the window and an owl came flying in. It was from Draco. The owl dropped the letter in Hermione's hands and flew out the window.

"Who's it from?" Harry asked.

"Oh, nobody," Hermione muttered, turning her back to Harry so he couldn't read the letter. There was just one problem there: Harry was a lot taller than her. He snuck up behind her and grabbed the letter out of her hands.

"Dear Hermione," Harry read aloud. "I miss you so. I heard that you and Harry got in another fight, and it would be my pleasure to escort you to dinner. Please, even if you do not wish to go to dinner with me, reply to this message. Love, Draco Malfoy."

"Harry, it's none of your business!" Hermione screamed, snatching the letter back.

"Hermione, it IS my business! You're my girl, and I don't want Malfoy to mail you anymore. He's trying to steal you again. Come on, please ask him to stop mailing you?" Harry asked, kissing her forehead tenderly.

All Hermione did in response was stare for a second. She started to move closer to him, until her body was right up against his. She kissed him, softly at first, the passion growing, and soon they were rolling on the table, trying desperately to escape from the prison we call clothes. Hermione finally got free from her blouse, and Harry struggled to free her blue laced bra from the hooks. As Harry was struggling with Hermione's bra, Hermione finally got Harry's shirt free from the buttons, revealing his thick, muscled chest.

"I love you, Hermione," Harry whispered. He kissed her passionately, never wanting to break that kiss.

Finally, they both struggled out of their clothes. Hermione pressed her naked body up against Harry's. She suddenly felt a weak pain--it didn't really hurt, it was more like a sensual ache--in her lower body. She relaxed, and lay still, letting Harry tantalize and pamper her body in any way he wanted.

~~

THAT AFTERNOON:

Hermione and Harry lay on the table, asleep. Hermione knew she had to get up, but she couldn't move. She didn't want to leave the safety of Harry's arms. She lay there, feeling his body against hers, the passion so strong between them that you could smell it.

"I love you Harry. Wish we could stay like this forever," Hermione whispered, pulling away from Harry

"Stay just a little bit longer," Harry whispered, pulling her back to him. He kissed her gently, there tongues tangoing. "I love you, too, Hermione. I wish we could stay like this forever, also. I just wish that the bastard Malfoy wouldn't have to ruin us so much."

"Harry," Hermione began, cuddling up in Harry's arms, "now really isn't a good time to bring up Draco."

"Oh, sorry, but I can't take my mind off him!"

"Harry, when we're making love, I would appreciate it if you would think about me, not Draco," Hermione teased. Harry just smiled softly and kissed her neck.

"Hermione, I..." Harry whispered, trailing off as a loud knock on the door interrupted them. "I will get that. Go get in bed, I'll get my robe."

Harry slipped into his robe and waited for Hermione to leave the room before opening the door. "Ron?" he asked, sliding the door open a crack.

"Penelope and I got in a fight," Ron sighed. "Is it okay if I stay here for a while?"

"Arrrrrrrgh.... Sure," Harry grumbled in annoyance.

"What's wrong? You don't want me to stay here?" Ron asked, taken aback.

"It's not that..." Harry started. "Uhhh... well... long story. Just don't touch the table until I clean it."

"Okay..." Ron shrugged, a little confused by what he meant.

"I'll be right back. I have to talk to Hermione." Harry ran off to their bed room. "Is it okay if Ron stays here for a while? Penelope and him got in another fight."

"Sure," Hermione sighed. "I was enjoying having the house to just us two again!" Hermione got a wide, devious smirk on her face, and pulled Harry down on top of her.

"Mione!" Harry whispered. "Ron's in the living room! He'll hear us! Not until Penelope and him sort this out, okay?"

Hermione let out a heavy sigh. "Fine," she said grudgingly.

~~

THAT NIGHT:

Hermione sat by her window, staring at the letter Draco sent her. She knew she had to reply. She knew she had to let him know that Harry and her were back together.

Dear Draco,

I am sorry, but Harry and I haven't broken up. We are still together, and quite happy. Thank you for the offer, but I can't accept. I love Harry, and no offense, but you could never top him! He is the one for me.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger.

P.S. I know that you were trying to get Harry caught. For that, I hate you, and don't know if I can ever forgive you.

~~

MALFOY MANSION:

Draco opened the letter as fast as he could. He was anxious for Hermione's response. He knew that if Harry and her got in a fight, and he didn't apologize already, she would be very vulnerable, and of course say yes.

When Draco read the letter, he felt like he was going to faint. He couldn't believe that Hermione knew about that. He sat down on his bed, trying to collect his senses. Well, he thought, there is only one thing to do.

Draco took out a piece of parchment, and started writing.

Potter,

.........................

~~

HARRY'S/HERMIONE'S HOUSE:

"Penelope, I'm sorry I freaked out, but saying that really hurt me!" Ron muttered into the phone receiver. He waited for a second, then said, "Okay, I'm coming back over. I love you." He hung up the phone and marched proudly over to where Hermione and Harry were parked. "I'm going home. Thanks for having me over." Ron shook Harry's hand and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "Talk later, okay?"

"Okay, bye Ron!" Hermione called.

"So, we got the house to ourselves again," Harry whispered deviously.

"I'll race you to the bedroom!" Hermione shrugged. She got up and ran to her room.

"Hold on, I think an owl is coming." Sure enough, within a few minutes, an owl flew through the open window frame; Draco's owl. The owl dropped the letter in Harry's hands.

"Why are you getting mail from Draco?" Hermione asked, running back to Harry.

"I don't know." Harry opened the letter wondrously.

Potter,

I declare a duel between us, for Hermione's heart. If you do not fight, then you might as well kiss Hermione goodbye, because she is mine!

Draco.

"Not this shit again!" Harry yelled.

"What? What did he say?" Hermione asked, snatching the letter from his hands.

"Hermione, don't read it! Please!" Harry begged, trying his best to grab the letter back, but Hermione was too quick for him. Once Harry gave up on trying to get it back from her, Hermione surveyed it carefully.

"Oh my god!" Hermione shouted, collapsing on the couch. "Harry, you can't do it! He'll have backup! If you kill him, they'll kill you! I just wont go with him! He wants my hand? He has to win it, the old-fashioned way! No duels!"

"Hermione, I have to. You mail him and tell him not to bring any backup, or I wont fight. I have to do this, or else he will hurt you. I know him, and if he doesn't get what he wants the easy way, then he will the harder way, or destroy what he wants so no one can have it! Please, Hermione, let me do this?" Harry begged, sitting down next to her.

Hermione buried her face in Harry's shirt. "Harry, I don't want to lose you, and I don't want anyone to die. Please, just don't do this!" Hermione pleaded.

"Hermione, I have to! If I don't, then he'll kill you! Or kidnap you, or threaten you, or..." Harry paused for a second, kissing Hermione sweetly. She loved his taste. She loved his soft lips, and the way they pressed gently against hers. She loved how he always stood up for her, and made sure she was alright. She loved everything about him. "There is an endless list of things he could do to you, Mione. I don't want you to get hurt. Please, Mione."

"God dammit, Harry. I hate you so damn much!" Hermione giggled, through her tears.

"You love to say that, don't you?" Harry asked, stroking her back carefully. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Harry, but if he has backup with him, you're not fighting."

"I know, Hermione, I wont, I promise."

~~

FIGHTING DAY:

Harry waited for Draco in a back alley of Hogsmeade. They had been waiting for hours now, and Draco hadn't showed up. Harry sat down on the ground next to Hermione, and pulled her onto his lap. "Hermione, you know that if I die today, I will always love you, and I will always look over you, right?" Harry asked, caressing Hermione's neck with soft, gentle, damp kisses.

At the very thought of Harry dying, Hermione started to sob. "Harry, you can't die today! I can't live without you! Please, let's just go! We've been waiting here for hours now, and he hasn't shown up! He doesn't want to fight, maybe!" Hermione pleaded.

"I can't baby. I can't leave until you're all mine. I love you, Hermione, and I will do my best today, but I can't promise that I will make it out of this. Malfoy has come to be a very talented Death Eater! He is almost as good at magic as I am, and if I let my guard down for a split second, then he will surely kill me!" Harry kissed Hermione softly, praying that that would not be the last kiss he shared with her.

"Oh, very touching! And, you made a mistake! I'm not almost as good as you, I'm better!" Draco interrupted.

"Let us have one moment, Draco," Hermione whispered, not taking her eyes off of Harry. "I love you, Harry. You can do this."

"Hermione, don't worry, in a few short minutes, you will be mine!" Draco smirked.

"Just because I was cursed so badly to have to be your girl, doesn't mean I'll love you!" Hermione yelled, about ready to punch Draco's lights out.

"Temper, temper, Mione. You'll think differently in a couple of months!" Draco smirked once more.

"Don't be too sure, bastard!" Hermione screamed. "I hate your guts, and that will never change! And Harry WILL kick your ass today, before killing you, that I can promise!"

"Come on Hermione, I want to fight him when he has all his strength, don't wear him out!" Harry joked, then turned to Draco and said, "She's right. I want to kick your ass before killing you. No wands until I'm ready to kill you!"

"I'm fine with that, it will give me a chance to show Hermione how strong I am!" Draco sneered.

Harry handed his wand to Hermione and kicked Draco's wand out of his hand. He stood there, staring at Draco for a second. He realized how idiotic Draco was. He wore his Dark Side robe, for a fight in the middle of Hogsmeade. He might as well have tattooed the words, 'Shoot me, I work for Voldemort,' to his forehead.

Harry was paying so much attention to what Draco was wearing (and how stupid he was to wear it) that he didn't realize Draco was coming at him until the last second. Harry backed up quickly. He hit the wall. He realized the only direction he could run... was up. He grabbed a hold of the bar above his head and lifted himself into the air. (His past years in gymnastics came in handy here.) He held himself up for a second, and when Draco tried to slow down but couldn't, first he hit the wall, then Harry kicked him in the face.

Draco fell to the ground, clutching his nose. Blood was rushing from it like missiles. He tried to grab his wand, but Harry kicked it away. "Come on, just let me heal myself!" Draco pleaded, crawling slowly away from the approaching Harry.

"Do you really think I'm that dumb? If I let you have your wand, you'll kill me in an instant, or try to," Harry whispered, kicking his wand further away. "I'm not giving you your wand." Harry kicked it out into the street, where it was trampled by many people in a hurry to get where they needed to go.

"Please, just let me heal my nose!" Draco begged.

"No, you son of a bitch. It doesn't matter, anyway. You'll be dead within a few minutes. Hell, maybe I wont even use my wand to get rid of you!" Harry teased. "Now, how would you like it? Do you want me to slit your throat, or would you like it more painful, or really, really quick?"

Draco just backed away again, and finally tried to struggle to his feet, but Harry pushed him back down. Draco glanced over at his wand; it was stuck in the gutter, where no one could trample it. Draco got an idea. He thrust his leg up-ward, landing it against Harry's groin. Harry squealed in pain, and collapsed on the ground. Draco struggled to his feet, and rushed over to get his wand. Harry pulled himself together, trying his best to work with the pain. He called to Hermione, and she tossed his wand to him.

"Okay, you were right. You aren't dumb!" Draco smiled deviously, and aimed his wand for Harry's head. "You're just weak."

"Oh, that's what you think? If I could kill Voldemort, believe me, I can kill you!" Harry said squeakily, raising his wand towards Draco, but then lowered it again. "You think you're so much better than me, I'll give you one shot. One of your best shots. No defense spells, or cheap tricks. Just one free shot, and if you don't kill me in that one shot, then I get one free shot against you."

"Sounds like a good idea," Draco sneered. "And if I break that deal, your little girlfriend can kill me instead!"

Harry set down his wand, and stood boldly in front of Draco. He gave the signal, and Draco shot. "Murdaccio!" Draco's wand shot a long stream of bright, scarlet-red light. It entered Harry's body, and he clenched his teeth with pain, but did not flinch, squeal, or even move, for that matter.

"That was your best spell?" Harry asked. "My immune system mastered that spell years and years ago!"

"Then why did you flinch?" Draco asked.

"Just because it doesn't harm me doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!" Harry raised his wand, pointed it at Draco's wand, and yelled, "Accio!" Draco's wand came flying towards Harry.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Draco yelled.

"Rules are rules, Malfoy. You made a deal that you would let me have one shot if you got one shot, and I'm making sure you don't break that deal." Harry smiled calmly.

"That wasn't a fair chance, though! You were immune to the spell I cast!" Draco shouted.

"How was I supposed to know what spell you would use? It was your fault you used a beginners spell!" Harry spat. Harry raised his wand to connect with Draco's forehead. "Diende!" Harry's wand shot a small thread of dark black light at Draco, too fast for him to dodge it.

Draco fell to the ground, squealing in pain, clutching his forehead. He tried to rid his body of the pain by clutching where it hurt, but it kept moving. It streamed through his blood veins, destroying all his blood cells. He could feel it, surging through him, destroying his body, eating it, devouring it. He finally lay still, trying to ignore the pain and die in peace. "You won, Potter," Draco murmured. "You are the better wizard." Draco took his last breath to say this: "I love you, Hermione."

Hermione was at first confused, then shocked, then angry, then happy, and finally, thrilled. She got up and squeezed Harry as tight as she could. "I love you, Harry," she murmured. She kissed his cheek lovingly, and went back to squeezing him. She knew that she had to do something about what Draco said, but all she wanted to do was dance on his grave. Watch him burn. Anything to let everyone in the universe know that she was the happiest person in the world for him dying. Well, next to Harry, anyway.

She walked over to his dead body, stared at it for a second, and finally took action. First she spat on his body, then took a pole and through it at him. She knew he was already dead, but she could swear that when she did that he screamed from pain--not physical, but emotional. She was so incredibly happy--no, ecstatic--that he was finally gone. "You made my life a living hell, Malfoy!" Hermione screamed.

Harry pulled her away from the body. "Come on, Hermione. He's already gone. There's no use in fighting him now," Harry murmured. "I love you." Harry pressed his lips against hers, lovingly and passionately running his tongue over her soft lips.

~~

TWO MONTHS LATER:

Hermione sat down on the couch next to Harry. He was reading the newspaper and didn't even know she was there. Hermione sat there for a second, not sure of how to tell Harry. She thought for a second, then got up and walked out of the room. She'd been doing this all morning; walking in and sitting down next to Harry, then rising and leaving again. She wasn't sure of how to tell Harry, or how he would take it.

"Hermione, why have you been pacing the house all day?" Harry asked, finally lowering the paper from his face. "Is anything wrong, or are you just getting some exercise?"

"Ha, ha, very funny," Hermione pouted. "I... need to talk to you."

"Well, I assumed that," Harry said, pulling Hermione back down onto the couch, which she had just risen from. "What about?"

"Ummm... I don't know how to say this, Harry. I, just...." Hermione paused, looking deep into Harry's loving, sweet, soft eyes.

"Come on, Mione, it can'tbe that bad."

"Well....." Hermione whispered, leaning her forehead on Harry's chest. "I don't know if it's good!"

"Okay then, tell me what it is and I'll determine if it's good," Harry joked.

"Harry, I think I'm....." Hermione paused again, wishing this was all a nightmare. She wished it never happened, and yet she was killing herself for making that wish. She loved it and hated it, all at once. "I think I'm pregnant."

Harry stared at Hermione for a minute, then at her stomach, which she was trying her best to keep from bulging. Harry looked back at her face, and began to smile; a hidden smile that Hermione had never seen on his face before. "Really?" Harry asked. "We're... really going to have a baby?"

"Yes," Hermione whispered, wrapping her arms around Harry.

Harry was thrilled. He always wanted to be a dad. He always wanted to have some kind of special tie between him and Hermione, no matter it ranged from marriage to children. "Do you think we could get a sonogram?" Harry asked. "I really want to know the sex of the baby."

Hermione's heart fell when he asked. That really wasn't the question she wanted to hear. She was deeply hurt by that, but she didn't let Harry see. "Sure, honey. I'm just, not sure if I'm ready for this."

"Oh, Hermione, you'll be fine. I'm sure that you'll be a great mother." Harry squeezed Hermione gently (of course, he didn't exactly know how fragile babies were). "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you, too, Harry," Hermione murmured, tears of joy, and sadness, running down her face.

~~

LATER THAT DAY:

"Ron, I have some good news," Harry said into the phone. "Hermione's pregnant."

"Wow, that's great, Harry!" Ron exclaimed.

"I know." Harry scratched his neck thoughtfully, spacing out completely for a second. "I want to ask her to marry me, but now that we have the baby, she'll think that it's the only reason I want to marry her. It's another reason, but I wanted to marry her since before I left! I was going to ask her before I was framed, but then that happened, and when I came back she said no, and now she's forgot about all that, and she'll think that I feel I HAVE to marry her because of the baby. I bought the ring about a week ago, but haven't gotten a chance to give it to her yet. Now, she'll say no for sure!"

"Harry, just ask her. If that's what she thinks, then explain to her that it isn't why! If she really, really loves you, which I know for a fact that she does, then she'll say yes. Don't worry about it," Ron replied.

"Thanks, Ron. You're a great friend."

~~

THAT EVENING:

Hermione walked into the dining room, surprised by what she saw. There were candles all over the dining room. There were bushels of roses laced on all the tables and desks, and there was a small pile of lilies on one side of the table.

"How do you like it?" Harry asked, emerging from the kitchen with a jug of milk in his hand.

"Oh, Harry, it's perfect!" Hermione exclaimed. "I love you SOOO much!"

"I love you, too, Hermione," Harry whispered. "Come on, sit down."

Hermione took a seat in front of a plate that was filled with goblin--Hermione's favorite food. She stared at Harry with gentle eyes, wondering what exactly he had in mind for that night. "Oh, Harry, this looks delicious!" She took a bite, and was incredibly surprised. "This IS delicious!"

"I spent all day in the kitchen. I hope you enjoy," Harry smiled.

Hermione and Harry sat there. Harry was barely eating anything, being too nervous to eat anything. Hermione, on the other hand, was surprising herself at how much she ate. Harry was amazed that Hermione didn't eat his food. They both didn't say anything, just stared at each other in complete bliss.

Once they were done with their meals, Harry pulled out a batch of banana-mint cupcakes, filled with chocolate--Hermione's favorite desert. Harry looked at each one carefully before setting one down in front of Hermione. Hermione gracefully took a bite, but was stopped by a small, glimmering piece of metal. She pulled it out and wiped it with her napkin to see what it was. Harry got down on one knee, and took the ring from Hermione, then slipped it onto her finger. "Will you marry me?" Harry asked.

Hermione stared at Harry in confusion for a second, then glared at him. Harry was confused from her look. He stared at Hermione in angst, then turned his head away. Hermione shook her head softly, and walked out of the room, not being able to say anything.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, chasing after her.

"You stupid pig!" Hermione screeched. "I want to marry you because you want to marry me, not because you got me pregnant!"

"Hermione, I'm not asking because I got you pregnant, I asked because I want to marry you, and because I love you!" Harry said.

Hermione just glared at him again. "I can'tbelieve you, Harry! Get out! I want you out of my bloody house!"

~~

RON'S HOUSE:

Harry knocked quietly on the door. He had his head buried in his sleeve, not wanting anyone, not even Ron, his best friend, to see his tears.

"Harry?" Ron asked. "What's wrong?"

"Hermione kicked me out. I asked her, Ron! She thought it was because of the baby, and I told her, but she didn't believe me!" Harry whispered. "Could I stay the night here? I'll be out by morning, I just need somewhere to sleep."

"Sure, Harry, you can spend all the time you want here," Ron said softly, ushering his distraught friend into the house.

"Hi, Harry!" Penelope smiled cheerfully, then saw his tears. "What's wrong?"

"Hermione kicked me out!"

"Penelope, honey, I don't think Harry wants to talk about it right now," Ron whispered, walking past her into the guest room, dragging Harry behind him.

"Thanks, Ron." Harry kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed. "I just want to sleep right now."

"Okay. Good night."

~~

NEXT MORNING:

Harry was up early, so he could go home. "Thanks, Ron," Harry yelled, rushing out the door.

"Any time, Harry!" Ron called back.

Harry ran as fast as he could back to his house. He banged on the door as hard as he could, but Hermione didn't answer. "Please, Hermione! Let me in!" Harry shouted. "I'm not leaving until you talk to me! Please, Hermione!" Hermione didn't answer. Harry checked under the mat for the key. It wasn't there. "Chocolate Frogs." The door didn't open. He tried his key. She got the locks changed. "Hermione! Please just talk to me! Let me explain!"

Hermione finally opened the door. She looked horrible; her face had smeared makeup all over, and her hair was all over the place. She had tears running down her cheeks, and she had a deep, sad scowl on her face. "Harry, go away!" Hermione shouted.

"No, Hermione. Not until you let me explain!" Harry whispered.

"I know what happened, you don't need to explain it! Good bye, Harry. I realized last night, that this isn't meant to happen. We aren't supposed to be together, not now, not ever. You weren't supposed to come back, and we weren't ever even supposed to meet! We shouldn't do this, Harry. I'm tired of this. Every time we get in a fight, no matter how big it is, you always run off to who knows bloody where and you never tell me, then you're back the next morning. I'm tired of it! I'm tired of us doing this! I'm tired of missing you, and I'm tired of us in general! I can'tdo this anymore! Not unless you can explain all the times you ran away, lied, anything!" Hermione sobbed. "I hate you, Harry. I hate you so damn much! And I mean it this time! I'm tired of you!"

"Hermione, I'm sorry! I can explain! I go to Ron's house, because I know that you need some time to cool off before we talk, and most of the time I do, too. And, Hermione, I know we have problems, but that doesn't mean that we aren't supposed to happen! That doesn't mean that we don't belong together, and that definitely doesn't mean that we should have never met! Hermione, I love you! Please, baby, don't do this!" Harry cried.

"Good bye, Harry. I love you, but I know we can'tdo this." Hermione tried to close the door, but Harry put his foot in front of it.

"Hermione, I didn't propose because of the baby. I proposed because I love you! I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and I don't want to go without you, and I know you don't want to go without me! We don't have to do this, Hermione. We can work it out!" Harry dropped to his knees in front of her, clutching her hands, trying to control his tears. "Hermione, please, baby! I cant... I just cant..."

Hermione stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. She had to be strong. She had to be strong for her, and for the baby, but she wasn't sure if she could do it without Harry. She knew she had to, but she didn't want to. She loved him, and he loved her, but she knew that they couldn't be together.

She slipped to the floor, leaning her head against the door. She knew Harry was still there, waiting for her to open the door. She reached for the knob, but pulled her hand away. She rushed into the bedroom, and reemerged with a boxfull of things. She opened the door to find Harry kneeling there, head bowed toward the ground. He was crying more than she was now, and had his head rested in his hands to stop the flow of tears, but it wasn't working. "Here." Hermione handed the box to Harry and slammed the door again. "Good bye, Harry. I love you."

~~

NINE MONTHS LATER:

Harry sat in his hotel room, reading the newspaper, or trying to, anyway. He knew that that day was Hermione's due date, and he wanted so bad to be in the delivery room by her side, but he knew that she would strangle him if he showed up. That's it! Even if Hermione doesn't want to be with me, this is my child. I have a right to be there, hold my baby girl in my arms before Hermione kills me! Harry thought, grabbing his coat at running out the door.

Harry ran and ran, trying his best to get to Hermione's house. Somehow, he knew that her water hadn't broke yet, so he wanted to be the one to take her to the emergency room.

Harry pounded on the door to the house. Hermione rushed to the door, but slammed it again when she saw Harry. Oh, shit! she thought. Why the hell is he here?!

"Hermione, let me in!" Harry yelled. Hermione opened the door and quickly walked away from it, not wanting to put up with him. "Hermione, please talk to me."

"There is nothing to say," Hermione stated calmly, not being able to look him in the eye. "It's over, Harry, and you shouldn't be here."

"Hey, this is my little girl, and no matter how much you hate me, I have a right to be there for her birth!" Harry exclaimed, chasing after her. "Hermione, why did you do this?"

"I did what I had to!" Hermione shouted. "I knew that you didn't really want to marry me! I loved you, Harry, but you missed your chance!"

"Hermione, I DID want to marry you, and still do! And what do you mean you LOVED me! You're over me, just like that?"

Hermione felt her heart melt. She meant to say love, not loved. She still did, but she didn't want to tell Harry. "Why the hell can'tyou be one of those assholes who ditch the girl instead of not giving up?! A guy who is happy to be told that he can'tcome to the hospital with the mother?! I just want you to be like that this once, and that is all I ask!"

Harry fell apart inside. Did she mean it? Did she really not want to be with him? Did she really want him to leave her alone? "Fine! If that's what you want, that's fine with me!" Harry stormed out of the house, but collapsed right outside the door. He needed her, and he knew that she needed him, too. Why did she resist him so? He was confused. He felt like dying. He felt he couldn't live without her. Why was she doing this to him? He got up and headed down to Ron's house.

"Hey, Ron," Harry whispered weakly. "Can I hang out here for a while?"

"Sure, Harry. Talked to Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Yeah. Why the hell else would I cry like this?" Harry replied. He did his best to pull himself together, but he just ended up crying harder. "I just wanted to be in the delivery room, and hold her once in my arms. Why can'tHermione just let me have that? Why can'tI just see my baby girl once, before leaving Hermione alone, forever, if she wants? I just want to see her. Why does Hermione have to take that away from me?"

"Harry, I think that if you told her this, then she would let you see her. She doesn't want to take your daughter away from you, she just doesn't understand that you went over there for your child, instead of Hermione. Go tell her, and I think she'll get it," Ron said, giving Harry a hug.

"Thanks, Ron. I'll be right back, most likely."

~~

HERMIONE'S HOUSE:

Harry pounded on the door, but didn't wait for her to answer. He ran in, searching desperately for her. All he found was a little note from her.

Harry,

My water broke. I'm at the hospital. Don't bother showing up, I just wanted you to know where I was so you wouldn't worry.

Hermione.

"SHIT!" Harry yelled. He ran out the door towards the hotel. He climbed into his car and sped as fast as he could to the hospital.

~~

HOSPITAL:

Harry ran into the hospital. "Which room is Hermione Granger in?" he asked.

"Who's asking?" the receptionist asked.

"Harry Potter. The father."

"Wow! It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Potter!" the receptionist exclaimed. "I'm sorry, though, Miss Granger asked me not to tell you."

"DAMN IT!" Harry shouted, breaking into tears. "Shit! How can she do this?!"

"Did you two get in a fight?"

"It was a little more than that! Please, I need to know! I need to hold my baby girl in my arms, just once! Please!"

"You know I could get fired for this?"

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and bowed his head. He needed to be there. He needed to see his child before Hermione claimed custody of her.

"Okay, I'll tell you this. She's on floor four, in section twelve. I wont tell you what room, though."

"Thank you, so much!" Harry ran as fast as he could for the elevator. It took way too long, so Harry ran for the stairs. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew it wasn't from the run. He rushed up the stairs, and by the time he got to the twelfth section, he was practically covered in sweat.

Harry rushed into every room, and obviously all of them were for labors. He finally found Hermione's room, but a man scooted him out as soon as he entered. "Wait, I'm the father!" Harry called, opening the door again.

"Miss Granger asked us not to let you in," the man replied.

"Hermione, please!" Harry yelled.

"Fine, let him in!" Hermione screamed. As soon as Harry sat down by her, she grabbed his hand and squeezed as hard as she could. Then she said, "That's how much pain you've put me through the past ten months!"

"Hermione, I wasn't the one who left!" Harry whispered through gritted teeth. Hermione kept squeezing harder and harder, and Harry realized that it wasn't even intentional. Harry gritted his teeth. "Hermione, I know you're in a lot of pain right now. I understand that! If you just let me hold my little girl once, I'll leave you alone for the rest of your life if you want! I just don't want to go without seeing her, just once!"

"Now really isn't a good time to ask her these questions!" the doctor interrupted. "She's in too much pain to give a reasonable answer!"

Hermione screamed loudly, and Harry felt like his ear-drums were going to split.

"Okay, push!" Hermione heaved with all her might. "Okay, breathe." Hermione relaxed her hand, and looked up at Harry with watery eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Harry! I just...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... I just thought that... AHHHHHHHHH!" Hermione screamed.

"Hermione, let's save this for later!" Harry screamed, gritting his teeth once more as Hermione squeezed with all her might. "Does the squeezing actually help?!"

"Yes, actually," the doctor replied.

Harry sat there, waiting. He didn't know exactly what to say in this situation, or if he should say anything.

"Okay, the head is out! One more push should do it!"

Hermione pushed as hard as she could. Small screams and cries came from the tiny figure the doctor was holding. Harry started to cry again, as he watched the nurses clean the baby. As soon as they were done cleaning her, they placed her in Harry's arms. Harry stared down at his little girl. At that moment, he was the happiest man in the world, and the saddest. He knew that this would be the only time Hermione would ever let him see her. He held her close, never wanting to let go.

"Congratulations," the doctor said. "I'll leave you two alone to talk."

Harry stared at his daughter, then at Hermione, then at his daughter again. "I can'tbelieve I'm actually a dad," Harry murmured, more to himself than to Hermione. "I can'tbelieve that I actually am a father."

"Is it amazing?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. You know, Hermione. You had this growing inside you." Harry reluctantly handed Hermione the precious bundle of joy.

"All I felt was morning sickness and incredible pain."

"Come on, Hermione, now isn't the time to complain about it, this is a time of joy!"

"Yeah, you can talk! You didn't have to hold this in your stomach for nine months!" Hermione sighed deeply. "Harry, I..."

"Hermione, I know. You don't want me around her, you don't want me to come around anymore. Please, just let me see her every once in a while?" Harry asked.

"Okay," Hermione said reluctantly. "I really don't want to see you, but I'll let you see her every other week, as long as you get an apartment or a house instead of a hotel room."

Harry nodded his head, tears streaming from his eyes. He looked away, not wanting Hermione to see him so vulnerable. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine them as a family. He could see it, but the picture was so distant, he knew it would never happen. He walked out of the room, trying to avoid Hermione's harsh stare.

Hermione hugged her little girl tight. "You are all I have left of him now," she sobbed. She knew she would never get another chance with Harry, even though she made the biggest mistake of her life by leaving him. She needed him in her life, but now she couldn't have him there for her.

~~

HOSPITAL WAITING AREA:

Harry sat there, just thinking. He didn't want to go back to his hotel, he didn't want to go back up and see Hermione, and he didn't want to go talk to Ron. He wanted to be left alone, and there was only one place where he could be: the park.

Harry walked over to the park, and took a seat near his favorite tree. He had spent so many times here with Hermione. He wanted her to come back, and be with him. He thought that would be his dying wish; to hold Hermione one last time in his arms.

"It's a beautiful park, but you can'tspend forever here, like you used to wish," an approaching voice said.

"I know, I just want to think. I don't get it. I do all I can, and it's still like I ditched!" Harry replied, watching Ron sit down next to him. "She acts like I left her, and now I'm trying to get her back, but it's not like that! She kicked me out! What was I supposed to do, chain myself to the wall so I couldn't leave?!"

"You know, Harry, I just think she's scared. I know she loves you, and you know that, too. I think she's just scared that she loves you so much, and you aren't going to love her as much. She knows you do, she's just scared that you will change your mind."

"Ron, how do you know all this? You never had these kinds of problems with Penelope!"

"It's common sense, Harry. Everyone knows it, everyone except the person it's happening to. Come on, Harry," Ron said, pulling at his arm.

"I just want to stay here for a while. I'll go over to the hospital later."

~~

LATER:

Harry walked back over to the hospital. "Has Hermione Granger checked out yet?"

"Yes, she went home, Mr. Potter."

Harry drove back to Hermione's house. He knocked calmly on the door. She opened it automatically, smiling brightly, but it faded when she saw him. "Oh, hi," she mumbled.

"Hermione, I know you're getting tired of hearing me talk about this, but I can'tlive without you!" Harry exclaimed. "And, I know that you are just scared! You're scared that I don't love you! Hermione, I do! I love you more than anything! Please, Hermione. I know that you are frightened that I might stop loving you, or not love you as much as you love me, but it isn't true. I want to be with you, Hermione, and I know you want to be with me, too!"

"Come pick Cloe up on Saturday," Hermione shrugged.

"Hermione, please!" Harry begged.

Hermione shook her head and said, "See you Saturday. Until then, I don't want to hear from you."

~~

SATURDAY:

Harry went to Hermione's house reluctantly, not wanting to see Hermione. He wanted to see Cloe desperately, but didn't want to pick her up from Hermione. "Hello?" Harry called, opening the door quietly. "You here, Hermione?" Harry saw Cloe in her crib, and picked her up gently. "Hermione?"

"I'm in here!" Hermione called. Harry walked into the kitchen to find Hermione sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. "Look at this, Harry! We're plastered all over the front page! can'tthey just leave us alone? We split up! That's that!"

Harry turned his head away, trying not to let the tears that were swelling in his eyes fall onto his cheeks. He placed Cloe down in front of Hermione and walked out of the house. He kept walking, not sure of where he was going.

"Harry, wait. Come on, don't you want Cloe for the week?" Hermione asked, Running after him.

"No, Hermione, that's okay, you can have her this week." Harry tried to pick up his pace to leave Hermione behind, but she kept with him.

"What, just last week you were fighting me to let you have Cloe, and now you don't want her? What the hell is the matter with you?" Hermione asked.

"What the hell do you think, Hermione?!" Harry yelled, stopping to face Hermione. "I don't know why I love you so bloody much, after all you put me through, but I do. I can'thelp it. And you're killing me right now. Every time someone says congratulations to me for the baby, it reminds me of you. I can'tstop thinking about you, Hermione. I can'tread the bloody newspaper because if I do then I'll completely break down and lock myself in my room for days and days. I don't want Cloe because she looks exactly like you! Hermione, I'm really confused right now, and you really aren't helping by shoving it in my face!"

Hermione just stared at Harry in shock. How could he still love her so much? "Harry, I'm really confused right now, too. All I know is, I was wrong. We really are supposed to be together. I could feel it, when I had Cloe. I could feel it in the air between us, and I love it!" Hermione moved toward Harry to give him a kiss, but he pushed her away.

"I can'tdo this, Hermione. You need to find out what you want, and tell me. I can'tstand you right now, and I'm not sure if I can get over this!" Harry glared at her with watery eyes, then walked off again.

"Harry..." Hermione whispered. "I love you."

~~

TWO DAYS LATER:

Harry locked himself in his room. He didn't want Hermione to come over, because he felt like he wasn't in love with her anymore, just needed her. He didn't want to talk to her. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He felt so used, so neglected, so unwanted.

"Harry?" Ron asked, peeking his head through the door to Harry's room. "How are you doing?"

"Fine I guess," Harry whispered distractedly. "I just want her to come... and I don't want her to come... I hate her so bloody much right now! She's ruining my life, and she's doing it on purpose! I don't know why she does this to me, I just asked her to marry me and this all happened! I don't get it! I hate her so much right now, because I need her so much! I don't even love her anymore, not anymore, I think, but I NEED her!"

"Harry, love is a cruel thing. If she is the one you're supposed to be with, then you two will be together. In the mean time, you need to move on!" Ron suggested.

"Ron, if I move on, get a new life, then what if she still loves me? I wont get over her, just move on, and if she told me that she still loved me after I got a whole new life, I would have to drop it! I can'tto that! I would have to drop something!" Harry sobbed.

"Harry, that's a chance you have to take. You can'tmope around here, waiting for her, for the rest of your life! You have to do something!"

~~

ONE MONTH LATER:

Harry stopped by at Hermione's house to pick up Cloe. "Hi, Hermione. What're you up to?" He asked.

"Nothing really. You?" Hermione asked.

"I've got a date. I'm going to the movies with Penelope's sister." Hermione's heart fell. She didn't want Harry to move on before she did, and she wasn't going to move on. As a matter of fact, she was going to tell him that she loved him that day. She knew then that she had no chance; her chance had passed.

"Harry, I..." Hermione paused, not wanting to say what she was about to say. Finally, she spit out something. "I hope you have a good time on your date tonight."

Harry felt his heart beating in his chest. He knew that Hermione didn't mean it, he knew that Hermione wanted him to have a horrible date tonight so that he would still be available. "Thank you, Mione," Harry smiled. "I'm surprised that you're wishing me good luck."

Hermione didn't even realize what she said until Harry said that. She was lost in thought, and didn't really want to know what she said. "You're welcome, Harry." Hermione stared at him. She tried to move her eyes away, but she couldn't. She gazed deep into his eyes, but he pulled them away. She could tell that he was trying his best to control his emotions, and he was doing a damn good job at it. Not a single tear or frown passed his face. He had a smile plastered where Hermione knew his pout would be.

"Okay, gotta go. I'll see you Saturday." Harry rushed out of the house, with Cloe and her diaper bag in his hands. He tried his best to get to his hotel, but his feet lead him in another direction. He knocked, and she came to the door and let him in automatically. "Hermione, I can'tdo this! I can'tact like I don't love you anymore! I don't want to go on that date with Liza, I'm just doing it for a favor for Penelope!"

"Harry, I...." Hermione paused again. Hermione closed her eyes tight, trying not to cry. She only let a few tears pass, but that was enough of an indication to Harry. Harry set Cloe down gently on the couch, and wrapped his arms around Hermione.

"Hermione, please tell me you love me, and if you cant, then I will leave and never do this to you again," Harry promised.

"Harry, I love you," Hermione sobbed. "I don't want to go without you. I don't want to be a single mother. I need you to be here! To be here with me and Cloe! Please, Harry, I'm so sorry I kicked you out! Please, Harry, stay here with us?"

"I love you, Hermione. We'll get through this. I promise."

END.