Title: Shoot the Moon

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

Author: It is I, Saiya-Jin Girl

Chapter Seventeen: A Moment

Hermione lay in bed, Remus stood at the window, staring outside. The sun was rising.

"Remus," she whispered. He turned around and smiled at her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Alright, I suppose," she said. Her hand trailed over her stomach, which was slightly showing her pregnancy now. He went over to the bed and sat on the edge.

"Your parents coming over for dinner tonight?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yes, I called them a few days ago and told them to come over," He grinned.

"And will you cook?" he asked. She rolled her eyes.

"Of course I will, and Remus, you know the reason why I invited them over right?" she asked. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her lightly on the lips.

"To discuss our marriage, love," he said softly. She smiled and nodded. He lay down next to her and he pulled her towards him.

"I love you, Remus," she murmured. He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Oh! The baby kicked," she said. He smiled as she took his hand and pressed it lightly on his stomach. He felt a small movement beneath his hand and he felt as though he could cry. Here was his child, one they created. His only hope now was that their child would be healthy, and so far, every test she had taken at St. Mungo's had shown no traces of the wolfish gene.

"I think its because of the Wolfsbane potion, Remus, don't worry, whatever happens, this baby will always be our child, no matter what," she said softly as though she were reading his mind. He sighed.

"I know, it must have depleted the effects of the gene in my body over time, but I can't help but worry, Hermione, what if something goes wrong, what if…"

"If anything goes wrong, then we'll deal with it, one way or another," she said. He sighed and nodded.

"Alright then, well, you get some rest, I'll be downstairs," he kissed her forehead once more and then left her in the room to her own thoughts.

As Hermione listened to Remus' feet slowly pad down the hallway she sighed. Her hands caressed her stomach once more. She had come a long way in her pregnancy with nothing going wrong; she hoped that the baby would be healthy, not only for the baby, but for Remus, and herself as well. She knew how much this child meant to him, and if anything went wrong he would only blame himself when he wasn't the one to blame.

She felt the baby kick again and smiled. Everything would be all right.

"Your papa is worried about you," she whispered to the baby. "Just keep on growing, healthy," she said before drifting off into a deep sleep.

Hermione sat next to Remus, a glass of water in her hand. She wished she could have some wine, but of course, it wasn't safe for the baby. Her parents sat across from them, eating their food.

"So, Mione, have you two set a date?" her mother asked. Hermione smiled and nodded.

"Yes we have, it's going to be next month, the 27th," she said. Her mother and father exchanged a quick glance and smiled.

"Sounds wonderful dear," her mother said.

"You will help us with the planning of course," Remus asked. Hermione's mother smiled.

"Naturally, dear, we will do all we can to help you both prepare, since Hermione is…well…expecting," There was a little moment of silence. When Hermione had told her parents she was pregnant, they were a bit surprised, more surprised than happy.

Hermione and Remus exchanged a quick glance.

"And we have to contact your family as well," Hermione's father said to Remus. He smiled lightly.

"Yes, we will have to," he said softly. Hermione touched his hand under the table and sent him a look, which he returned with another small smile. "Would you excuse me for a moment," he said getting up and walking out of the dining room. Hermione sighed.

"Mum, Dad, thanks for coming tonight, I think we should wrap it up now," she said softly.

"Don't you want help with the dishes?" her mother asked. Hermione shook her head.

"I'll be fine, get home safe," she said. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at a kettle. "I made you a portkey, you can touch it and it will take you straight home, hold on, let me get your coats," with another wave, their coats and bags appeared and they smiled.

"Good night," they chorused before touching the kettle.

"Good night," she said. They disappeared before her eyes.

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