Part 2
Part 2 of my story!
It had been two weeks since Hermione had told him she was having his baby. He couldn't look her in the eyes. Every time he did, he felt all the pain raining back on him.
He had to be having the dream again, but not like before. In this dream, he saw himself as an old and bitter man angry at the world. He was angry at the world because he had lost the dream he wanted.
He would wake up in cold sweat every night having had the same dream. He didn't know what to do or say.
He knew he loved Hermione. She was giving up all her dreams too, but she was happy to have the baby and to make a family.
He needed someone to talk to about it, but a part of him didn't want any one to know. As he sat on the couch he looked around and saw Ron looking at him.
He wanted to tell him. He really needed a friend right now. He didn't think Ron would be his friend once he knew. He knew Ron liked Hermione.
"What’s up mate? I thought you weren’t having bad dreams any more" Ron said looking at him.
Harry got up and walked over to Ron's bed.
"Ron there is something I need to tell you., but you have to promise not to be mad." Harry pleaded with him.
"Okay" Ron said looking at him worriedly.
"I'mgoingtobeafather." Harry said fast, running his words together.
Ron just stared at him for a few minutes with his mouth hanging open. "I'm going to kill you Harry Potter!" Ron said jumping up. His face was red with anger.
"How could you do this… that…to my little sister!" he shouted pointing his finger at Harry.
"What? No no no. Ginny’s not the mother. She and I have never done any thing." Harry wheezed out trying hard not to laugh.
The color slowly came back to Ron’s face. "Who is it then?" Ron asked.
"Here goes nothing." Harry thought to himself "It’s Hermione." he half whispered.
Ron’s face had gone white. "I know you like her, mate. I never meant to hurt you. It just kind of happened one night." Harry tried to explain.
He walked over to the other side of the bed. He wanted to face Ron. Ron looked as if he was going to be sick and cry at the same time.
"Ron?" he queried looking at him.
"Why Harry? WHY?" Ron stammered trying to stay calm.
"Why what?" Harry asked.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE EVERYTHING I WANT!!!" Ron yelled jumping to his feet. His ears had gone red.
"Ron, it's not like that. I didn't mean for this to happen." Harry pleaded.
"Oh, so you just did it with her and it meant nothing to you." He spat out coldly.
"NO!!!!" Harry exclaimed feeling the anger boiling to the surface. "It's not like that. I meant that I didn't intend for her to get pregnant."
"Whatever Harry. I'm going to bed!!" Ron said rolling over.
"FINE!" Harry screamed at him. Harry walked over to his bed and fell back on it.
"Now I have no one.. Great!" he thought.
The months went by. He felt like he had lost both his best friends.
One cold January day he sat in class thinking about everything and felt so alone.
The day of his last birthday came flooding into his mind. He remembered how they had sat on the ground looking up at the stars. He remembered how pretty she had looked that night and how he had felt lying in that bed with her in his arms. He felt like he could have taken on the whole world.
He looked over at her. She was sitting there taking notes as usual.
His eyes moved downward and he saw it. Her robes were open. Where her tummy once had been flat, it was now bigger. He hadn't even noticed this before.
He wanted to touch her and kiss her and tell her everything would be ok.
There was only one problem. He didn't even know if everything would be okay.
As he looked at her belly he thought he saw it move. He smiled to himself.
"That’s my baby growing in there." He thought proudly to himself
It had been two weeks since Hermione had told him she was having his baby. He couldn't look her in the eyes. Every time he did, he felt all the pain raining back on him.
He had to be having the dream again, but not like before. In this dream, he saw himself as an old and bitter man angry at the world. He was angry at the world because he had lost the dream he wanted.
He would wake up in cold sweat every night having had the same dream. He didn't know what to do or say.
He knew he loved Hermione. She was giving up all her dreams too, but she was happy to have the baby and to make a family.
He needed someone to talk to about it, but a part of him didn't want any one to know. As he sat on the couch he looked around and saw Ron looking at him.
He wanted to tell him. He really needed a friend right now. He didn't think Ron would be his friend once he knew. He knew Ron liked Hermione.
"What’s up mate? I thought you weren’t having bad dreams any more" Ron said looking at him.
Harry got up and walked over to Ron's bed.
"Ron there is something I need to tell you., but you have to promise not to be mad." Harry pleaded with him.
"Okay" Ron said looking at him worriedly.
"I'mgoingtobeafather." Harry said fast, running his words together.
Ron just stared at him for a few minutes with his mouth hanging open. "I'm going to kill you Harry Potter!" Ron said jumping up. His face was red with anger.
"How could you do this… that…to my little sister!" he shouted pointing his finger at Harry.
"What? No no no. Ginny’s not the mother. She and I have never done any thing." Harry wheezed out trying hard not to laugh.
The color slowly came back to Ron’s face. "Who is it then?" Ron asked.
"Here goes nothing." Harry thought to himself "It’s Hermione." he half whispered.
Ron’s face had gone white. "I know you like her, mate. I never meant to hurt you. It just kind of happened one night." Harry tried to explain.
He walked over to the other side of the bed. He wanted to face Ron. Ron looked as if he was going to be sick and cry at the same time.
"Ron?" he queried looking at him.
"Why Harry? WHY?" Ron stammered trying to stay calm.
"Why what?" Harry asked.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE EVERYTHING I WANT!!!" Ron yelled jumping to his feet. His ears had gone red.
"Ron, it's not like that. I didn't mean for this to happen." Harry pleaded.
"Oh, so you just did it with her and it meant nothing to you." He spat out coldly.
"NO!!!!" Harry exclaimed feeling the anger boiling to the surface. "It's not like that. I meant that I didn't intend for her to get pregnant."
"Whatever Harry. I'm going to bed!!" Ron said rolling over.
"FINE!" Harry screamed at him. Harry walked over to his bed and fell back on it.
"Now I have no one.. Great!" he thought.
The months went by. He felt like he had lost both his best friends.
One cold January day he sat in class thinking about everything and felt so alone.
The day of his last birthday came flooding into his mind. He remembered how they had sat on the ground looking up at the stars. He remembered how pretty she had looked that night and how he had felt lying in that bed with her in his arms. He felt like he could have taken on the whole world.
He looked over at her. She was sitting there taking notes as usual.
His eyes moved downward and he saw it. Her robes were open. Where her tummy once had been flat, it was now bigger. He hadn't even noticed this before.
He wanted to touch her and kiss her and tell her everything would be ok.
There was only one problem. He didn't even know if everything would be okay.
As he looked at her belly he thought he saw it move. He smiled to himself.
"That’s my baby growing in there." He thought proudly to himself