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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
7,358
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Harry Potter is not my property and I do not gain anything by writing this story other than an emotional high.
Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
“Hermione?” She blinked her eyes, but everything looked fuzzy. “Merlin! Get the mediwitch! Hold on, Hermione, please Merlin, just hold on!” But she was too tired to keep her eyes open and slipped back into unconsciousness.
She woke up again later this time with more energy. Harry was at the window, looking out to the dawn breaking over the horizon. And Ron was asleep in the large chair next to the bed.
“Harry…” she whispered hoarsely. He spun around and rushed over to her.
“You’re awake,” he breathed. “Hermione Granger, you scared us half to death, did you know that?”
“What happened?” she asked, rubbing her head.
He explained everything that had happened in the alley including why Ginny seemed to be acting so oddly.
“We found her diaries. It turns out that she was never able to recover from Voldemort’s possession of her in her first year at Hogwarts,” he said sadly. “A mediwitch specialist is going over them, but from what he has read so far he told us that she was a very troubled young woman.”
“Harry Potter, don’t you dare try to blame yourself,” she told him sternly and was rewarded with a half smile.
“Still charming the men I see, Missy.”
The voice had her going still. “Alastor?” She swung around to look at him slowly.
He looked exactly the same. Still hard face, though now it had more scars than before. He still had a gruff look in his eyes, but it was softening as he was looking at her. And he was still young.
“Are you a ghost?” she whispered, her voice wavering.
“No, that I am not,” he said as he went over to her bed, slipping into it next to her. “Now give your man a proper welcome, Missy.”
Slipping her arms around him, she kissed his forehead. “I can’t very well punch you. I’d break your pretty face.”
That gained a snort of laughter from the auror. “I’ve missed that smart mouth of yours, woman.”
“Hermione, what…?” Harry started to ask, but was interrupted by Ron who had woken up in time to see his boss slipping into bed with her.
“Merlin! Hermione, are you trying to get us kicked out of the auror’s program!”
But the two ignored the two young wizards, each holding the other as if their lives depended upon never letting go. Soon Harry pulled Ron out of the room, as it was clear that they wanted to be alone.
“I saw him throw that spell,” he breathed, pulling back and raining kisses all over her face. “I’ve went through the trials of the damned until I realized that you had been sent back to your own time.”
“But you said…”
“I know, but after it happened, I would have done anything to have you next to my side again.”
“Sixty years is a long time to wait,” she breathed.
“That it is,” he complained. “You better never make me wait that long again, Missy.”
“I won’t, but I’m telling you right now I’m taking my time walking down the isle,” she murmured contently. “I don’t want to hear about how I ran to the alter to get to you. Rita Skeeter just may insinuate that I was in a family way if I did.”
He went very still. “Luv?”
“Yes?”
“You are pregnant.” He lifted himself up to look at her. “Hermione?”
She was completely silent for a time before saying, “I hope to Merlin the children have your hair and teeth.”
Smiling he settled back down in the bed with her, as both were whispering about their future together.
“Hermione?” She blinked her eyes, but everything looked fuzzy. “Merlin! Get the mediwitch! Hold on, Hermione, please Merlin, just hold on!” But she was too tired to keep her eyes open and slipped back into unconsciousness.
She woke up again later this time with more energy. Harry was at the window, looking out to the dawn breaking over the horizon. And Ron was asleep in the large chair next to the bed.
“Harry…” she whispered hoarsely. He spun around and rushed over to her.
“You’re awake,” he breathed. “Hermione Granger, you scared us half to death, did you know that?”
“What happened?” she asked, rubbing her head.
He explained everything that had happened in the alley including why Ginny seemed to be acting so oddly.
“We found her diaries. It turns out that she was never able to recover from Voldemort’s possession of her in her first year at Hogwarts,” he said sadly. “A mediwitch specialist is going over them, but from what he has read so far he told us that she was a very troubled young woman.”
“Harry Potter, don’t you dare try to blame yourself,” she told him sternly and was rewarded with a half smile.
“Still charming the men I see, Missy.”
The voice had her going still. “Alastor?” She swung around to look at him slowly.
He looked exactly the same. Still hard face, though now it had more scars than before. He still had a gruff look in his eyes, but it was softening as he was looking at her. And he was still young.
“Are you a ghost?” she whispered, her voice wavering.
“No, that I am not,” he said as he went over to her bed, slipping into it next to her. “Now give your man a proper welcome, Missy.”
Slipping her arms around him, she kissed his forehead. “I can’t very well punch you. I’d break your pretty face.”
That gained a snort of laughter from the auror. “I’ve missed that smart mouth of yours, woman.”
“Hermione, what…?” Harry started to ask, but was interrupted by Ron who had woken up in time to see his boss slipping into bed with her.
“Merlin! Hermione, are you trying to get us kicked out of the auror’s program!”
But the two ignored the two young wizards, each holding the other as if their lives depended upon never letting go. Soon Harry pulled Ron out of the room, as it was clear that they wanted to be alone.
“I saw him throw that spell,” he breathed, pulling back and raining kisses all over her face. “I’ve went through the trials of the damned until I realized that you had been sent back to your own time.”
“But you said…”
“I know, but after it happened, I would have done anything to have you next to my side again.”
“Sixty years is a long time to wait,” she breathed.
“That it is,” he complained. “You better never make me wait that long again, Missy.”
“I won’t, but I’m telling you right now I’m taking my time walking down the isle,” she murmured contently. “I don’t want to hear about how I ran to the alter to get to you. Rita Skeeter just may insinuate that I was in a family way if I did.”
He went very still. “Luv?”
“Yes?”
“You are pregnant.” He lifted himself up to look at her. “Hermione?”
She was completely silent for a time before saying, “I hope to Merlin the children have your hair and teeth.”
Smiling he settled back down in the bed with her, as both were whispering about their future together.