Unexpected Happiness

HarryxHermione

Rated M

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

Unexpected Happiness

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger groaned as she placed a hand on her forehead, her head pounding in the morning light shining in her face. Yes, she was definitely hung over. She remembered attending the Ministry party, only to get into a fight with her boyfriend Ron Weasley over not wanting to take pictures for the Daily Prophet that wanted to do a small segment on the Golden Trio. Pictures! Honestly, it was ridiculous, but for Ron it was important. For him, it was the most attention he'd ever received in his life, despite the fact it only came from being best friends with Harry Potter, but he was basking in all the glory and attention that was given to him. The war had been over for two years and he had still yet to grow out of his feelings of inferiority.

Anyway she remembered leaving him in anger, only to end up at the champagne table and drinking more than enough glasses of it. Then George had walked by and handed her another glass of champagne, only slightly spiked with Fire Whiskey. It was enough to get her completely drunk and she couldn't remember anything following that.

A deep groan caught her attention and she turned to see another body lying next to her in the bed. Based on the scruffy hair, it was obviously Harry. But why was he bare chest up, seeing as the sheets were covering his waist? Hermione continued to stare at him in confusion for a moment before her brown eyes widened significantly. Grabbing the sheets she looked under them only to find herself completely naked.

No…no! No, she didn't. She and Harry didn't do what her mind and obvious evidence suggested. There was absolutely no way she and Harry had had drunken sex, especially seeing as she was dating Ron and Harry was engaged to Ginny. However Harry turned over in his sleep and her eyes widened again at seeing the numerous love bites adorning her best friend's chest. Had she done that? Oh Merlin, what the hell?

She needed to leave; she needed to leave right now. Trying to move as quietly as possible she lifted the sheets and moved towards the edge of the bed. Placing her feet on the cold floor Hermione stood up and took a step, only to lose her balance and fall down hard on the ground.

Harry woke up instantly and sat up in the bed asking, "Huh? What happened?"

"Ow," Hermione groaned from the floor before picking herself up. Seeing her dress lying on the ground she grabbed it and stepped into it, only to see Harry staring at her wide-eyed.

The two of them stared at each other, not knowing what to say even though they both knew what had obviously transpired between them the night before, if the evidence of the morning was anything to go by. After a while Harry said, "Hermione, please tell me we didn't do what I think we did."

Hermione glanced over to the side before saying, "Even if I did, it won't change the fact that what we did was obvious. We had sex last night."

"Oh shite," Harry groaned as he rubbed a hand down his face. Getting out of the bed he grabbed his boxers and pants and slipped into them, Hermione taking the time to find and put on her knickers. She had worn a low back dress, so bothered not with a bra. Once they had both done that Harry sighed before saying, "Okay, let's just think about how we ended up here. We went to the party last night, talked, danced a bit, and I saw you fighting with Ron. You got drunk and I remember you convincing me to have a couple drinks as well."

"I did?" Hermione asked softly.

Harry nodded and answered, "Yeah, you did. Then George showed up and handed both of us another glance of champagne, but it had a bit of Fire Whiskey in it. And then…and then…I can't remember anything after that."

The brunette ran a hand through her head before saying, "Me neither. But I think it's safe to say that we both got completely intoxicated and somehow ended up here. Where are we exactly?"

"I think some sort of hotel. A Muggle one, it looks like."

"Okay, so that means no one saw us coming here. But…what should we do? I mean, I'm with Ron, and you're engaged to Ginny. We can't let them know about this."

Harry shook his head and agreed, "No, definitely not. Besides, it didn't mean anything. We just fucked, that was it."

For some reason that she couldn't explain, Hermione felt her heart constrict in pain at hearing those words leave her friend's mouth. Of course he was right; it was just sex, drunken sex at that. But still, for some reason it hurt. Clearing her mind of these thoughts, as well as her throat, Hermione said, "Right, so we just have to keep it a secret between us and no one will get hurt. After all, there can't possibly be any major consequences because of our drunken actions. And no one has to know, especially Ron and Ginny."

"Yeah, they can never know."

"Good."

The two of them stood awkwardly for a moment before Hermione suggested they get the rest of their things and head back to their homes before anyone showed up looking for them. They quickly finished dressing and made sure they looked as presentable as possible before leaving the hotel room. They quickly left the hotel entirely and Disapparated away, both of them going to their designated homes.

When Hermione reached her apartment she got inside and shut the door, leaning against it and letting out a sigh. Shaking her head she headed for her bathroom, intent on taking a steaming hot shower, then finding something to eat afterwards. As she took he shower she thought back to what Harry has said. They had sex and it meant nothing. That was true, and as long as no one knew, no one was hurt. However she still couldn't figure out why every time she thought of him saying that, her heart would hurt. It was probably nothing and she was just letting her worries get to her head. Maybe she just needed to sit down with a good book and read, not worry about anything else. And as long as she didn't think about what had happened the night before, she was good as golden.

Three Months Later…

Daphne held Hermione's hair back as the brunette threw up into the toilet for the fourth time that day. When it was clear that the brunette was done she said, "Honestly Hermione, this has been going on long enough. It's time you see a Healer."

Hermione wiped her mouth with some tissue paper before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it. Standing up a little unsteadily she replied, "I told you Daphne, I'm fine."

Currently Hermione was visiting Daphne Greengrass for their weekly brunch. Every week they would trade off at each others' houses, each of them wanting to be a gracious host. How Daphne and Hermione had become friends was a mystery to many, but it was honestly really simple. Hermione was looking for a job while she studied to become a Wizarding Lawyer and Daphne, who had opened up her own business filled with beauty potions and products, was hiring. With the two of them working together, they got to know one another and had soon become friends, having quickly dropped calling each other by their last names. Ron of course didn't trust Daphne because she was a Slytherin and came from a blood purist family, but Hermoine didn't care and told Ron as much.

The blonde woman frowned before looking into her cabinet and pulling out a Nausea Relieving Potion and handed it over to the brunette. As Hermione drank it down she said, "You've been sick like this for two months. You really need to get checked out to figure out what's wrong. Though, considering how long it has been, I can take a guess."

"And what would that be?" Hermione questioned.

"You're pregnant."

Hermione stared at Daphne in shock for a moment before saying, "Pardon?"

Daphne looked her square in her eyes and repeated, "You're pregnant. I mean, you have to be if you've been sick like this for two months now. When was the last time you had your monthly cycle?"

"I had it…," Hermione trailed off as she thought about it. When had she had her last menstral? After calculating in her head she finally said, "…three months ago."

A grin spread across Daphne's face and her blue eyes sparkled as she exclaimed, "Congratulations! Oh, I'm so happy for you! I'm sure Weasley will be happy. I'm sure you're happy as well." Her excitement quickly died down when she saw the panicked look on Hermione's face. "You are happy, aren't you?"

Hermione placed a hand over her stomach and bit her lip, feeling tears stinging and filling her eyes. A few of them spilled onto her cheeks, causing Daphne to hug her in alarm. Rubbing her back soothingly she asked, "Hermione, what's wrong? What is it?" Pulling away and gently cupping her face she said, "It can't possibly be that bad. You can tell me."

But she didn't think she could. This was so bad! She was pregnant, she could accept that. But the father of her baby…there was no way it was Ron. She and Ron hadn't slept together since four months ago, and she had had her monthly a week following that. There was no denying whose baby she was carrying inside of her. She could feel the magic pulsing inside of her, the same pulse of magic she would feel whenever her best friend would exude his power.

She was pregnant with Harry's baby.