Chapter 5: Chapter 4 – Decisions

Authors Note: *looks around stealthily in the hopes that no one notices my rather long absence* _ That is, if any of you still remember this story! I have one word for you: SasuNaru ^_^ (or NaruSasu, whatever's floating my boat at the time) ... Anyway...

Well, Finally, a Chapter 5. No one has seen this, and I warn you… the writing style may have significantly changed over two years… as it is, I've read over what I've already written, and have cringed a few times – especially in regards to how quickly these two became friends… so that will have to change _

THIS IS MOSTLY A FILLER FOR ME TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS DAMNIT __

Anyway, read and hopefully enjoy!

Harry woke up, expecting a number of things to occur. Examples including last night's dinner to make a reappearance, cramps that would eventually force him into the foetal position, or perhaps his would to come crashing down around his ears, considering he had just made friends with Draco Bloody Malfoy…

As it was, his awakening was met with only silence. Harry was almost disappointed that nothing happened, until –

shift

Harry's eyes widened. Was that - ?

Nudge

He smiled so wide, his jaw almost cracked.

Harry quickly pulled the covers off his body and made his way quickly – or as quick as a 3 months pregnant man could move – over to Ron's bed, where he proceed to carefully clamour all over the crimson covered lump residing on the matress.

'Ron! Ron, I felt them! They moved Ron!' he whispered urgently to the quickly waking, and loudly complaining 'lump'.

'What's moving? Harry, make sense damn it, it's too early for what few brain cells I possess to process anything –' Harry laughed.

'I dunno, those were some pretty big words for you at all, let alone first thing in the morning,' he laughed as Ron threw the covers off his face, and frowned like a lumberjack.

'You're not funny… now, what were you yammering about?' Harry grinned again.

'I felt them move Ron. The babies, they moved!' he said quietly as no one else in the dorm knew yet. Ron blinked, and suddenly smiled.

'They did? You don't reckon I could –?' he lifted his hand slightly, hesitantly.

Harry grinned and lifted his pyjama top, snatching Ron's hand from the air and placing it carefully on his slightly protruding bump. It was almost cute watching the different expressions flit across the red head's face. First shock as his hand was snatched, something that could only be described as warmth as he smiled, and then finally, concentration as the boy waited for any possible movements. Unfortunately, the babies got performance anxiety, and though they had been twitching during their entire conversation, suddenly ceased all movement the moment Ron's freckly hand flittered across Harry's stomach. He pulled his hand away, disappointed.

'Well, it's only your first trimester, there's still plenty of time for me to be able to feel them move,' he said in a way that almost seemed like he was trying to convince himself, more than anything. Harry smiled at him.

'I'm sure you will.' Ron smiled and Harry grinned cheekily before leaving the bed and started getting ready for his day.

It was only 8:30 on a Sunday morning, and already, Harry could tell that it was going to be a fine day….

…That is, until Hermione opens her mouth over breakfasts…

'Harry? There's something important we need to discuss…' her nose wrinkled as she watched him put slices of tomato on top of the peanut butter in his sandwich. Harry was instantly on guard, just like any other male when they heard variations of the sentence 'we have to talk'. He took a large mouth full of his sandwich and grinned in grim satisfaction when her tongue hung out in disgust.

'Alright,' he said wearily. 'Shoot.' She took a deep breath.

'It's about you playing Quidditch,' she started slowly, looking at a point passed his left ear. Harry frowned, confused.

'What about it?'

'I- I don't think you should play –'

'What?!'

'In your condition,' she finished in a low hiss.

It took Harry all of 2 seconds to realise just what condition she was talking about, and for his good mood – and inevitably, his world – to come crashing down. He went pale.

'Oh. I-,' he swallowed painfully around the lump in his throat. 'I never even thought about that,' he admitted, staring at his suddenly unappetising choice of breakfast. He put it back on the plate in front of him and pushed it away. Hermione placed her hand on his.

'Harry –'

'You're right of course –'

'Harry –'

'I'll have to let Dumbledore know that I can't be on the team –'

'Harry –'

'Let alone be the Captain –'

'HARRY!' she lightly smacked him upside the head, forcing him to acknowledge her.

'Ow! What?'

'You may not have to leave the team at all! Just, don't play anymore!'

'… I'm sorry, you lost me.'

'Oh Harry…'

Perhaps his morning wasn't going to be so bad after all….

As it turned out, Hermione had spent a bit of time thinking it through before confronting Harry about it, with a relatively plausible excuse. Harry sent another pebble skimming across the lake while Hermione quietly read next to him.

It could be explained that Harry felt that playing position as Seeker, made it harder for him to be able to focus on the rest of his team as Captain, and wouldn't be able to train them affectively while still keeping up with his own duties. And looking ahead, it would be difficult to pay attention to his team's playing during actual games, as he would be far too focused looking for the snitch. Quitting the team and coaching 'from the ground' so to speak, seemed like a plausible explanation.

Quidditch training wouldn't begin until this Thursday, so it was to be decided that Harry would leave a notice up in Gryffindor about the first training session in fact being a try out for a new Seeker.

Thinking about it now, he already had possible candidates in mind, and would see what he could do about convincing them to go, Ginny being one of them.

He was startled out of his musings when Ron came up beside him suddenly, sitting next to him on the grassy slope.

'So have I missed the discussion where you force Harry to quit?' he sounded morose, but it was obvious he agreed. Harry threw him a vaguely annoyed look.

'A bit of warning would have been nice, mate,' he muttered. Ron grinned and ruffled his hair, picking his own pebble up, and inspecting it with his hands.

'Ah, but that would have ruined your good mood this morning about the lil'uns,' he grinned wider when Hermione suddenly seemed less absorbed in her book.

'What? Why what happened?' she asked, carefully marking her place in the large tomb. Harry beamed, and a flush spread lightly across his face from happiness.

'They started moving this morning. It was only light, like rolling over continuously, but it was movement,' Hermione smiled brightly, and leaned over her book to give him a large, bone crushing hug.

'Oh I am so happy for you!' she laughed into his ear, pulling back and running a hand down his cheek before moving to sit next to Harry, book lying forgotten. She too, took up a pebble to throw. Harry shifted, suddenly overcome with nervousness. It was Ron who picked up on it.

'What is it, Harry?' He frowned, resting his hand on Harry's back. Hermione looked on concernedly. Harry glanced at each of them in turn, before deciding his hands would find this topic of discussion more interesting.

'Well, I've been thinking for sometime now, and I thought that maybe – if of course, you don't mind, 'cuz it's entirely up to you – the both of you, that is - ' Ron squeezed his shoulder encouragingly.

'Just get it out Mate.' Harry smiled at his hands.

'Would you two like to be the twins' God parents?'

There was a short moment of silence, which felt like an eternity for Harry, before Hermione finally answered first.

'Oh of course Harry! We would love nothing better!' she threw herself at Harry, Ron wrapping his arms fully around Harry. He didn't need to say anything. Him being there was as much of an answer that he needed.

Harry didn't think he could get any happier than he was at that moment….

He decided to reassess that statement when he heard one Draco Malfoy laughing with his friends off somewhere out of his line of vision. He refused to think how he recognised it without looking.

He snuck a look and saw him, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini all standing around and sharing some joke. It made his heart ache for something more to have happened with the blond Slytherin, which in turn made him angry with himself for pining over something that wasn't likely to happen. Ron heard him.

'It'll be alright, something will work out, and things will be fine.'

Harry sincerely hoped that Ron was right.

Authors Note: A bit on the short side, but more of a filler of info than anything really, also, mostly a bit of a practice so I could get back into this fic after two years…

But anyway, review, tell me what you thought of this chapter, tell me where I could do better, blah blah, you know the drill guys : )

xXx

PS: for anyone who is interested, I have a number of oneshots on the side, slowly brewing (these should be the only things I'm aloud to write, because i more or less finish those lol) but a couple of them are for the Naruto fandom. (there's one on temporary hiatus for Harry Potter, as I've been reading a lot of Naruto recently lol) but if you are interested, just keep an eye out, and hopefully I'll get those posted soon (as long as I don't find any good fics to read LOL!)