Him - A Harry Potter Love Story

Chapter Thirty-Four

A/N Hey I'm actually following the update schedule I set for myself!!! 👏👏👏

I exited the bathroom, running a hand through my wet hair. I had been feeling stressed all morning about the dream...

Of course, Ginny and Hermione immediately caught on that something was wrong when I only mumbled a response when they asked how I slept. Hermione went to get Harry, while Ginny (who was already ready) went downstairs. I quickly headed to the bathroom, trying to delay the conversation.

Sure enough, when I walked into our room, Harry sat on my bed, his face buried in his hands.

"Harry."

He looked up, a look of worry etched over his features. He held out his hand, and I took it, sitting down next to him.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asked softly.

"It's...it's nothing, nothing is wrong."

"Cassie, if you thought I was upset about something, you wouldn't believe me if I said that, would you?" he said with a small smile. I bit my lip.

"Of course not."

"Then why can't you tell me? I'll always be here for you, and you know that," he whispered, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him.

"It's...different than other things that have happened," I responded softly. "This shouldn't even be anything I'm thinking about right now. It doesn't matter until...until..."

"Until when?" he asked, and I just shrugged my shoulders slightly. "Cassie, if you're thinking about it, then it matters. Tell me, please."

"I just don't know what you're going to think about it," I sighed, avoiding his eyes. Would a child we had have his eyes? I hope so...

"You won't know unless you tell me," he said. I caught a small smile on his face from the corner of my eye.

"Um...well, I kind of had a dream last night," I whispered hesitantly, my cheeks slowly starting to heat up. "In it...we were having dinner, and a kid ran into the room."

When I finally looked over, his eyes had widened a little. I winced, looking away. But I continued.

"You-you called him James," I said, my voice starting to shake slightly. "He looked like you. He told us he had started to do magic...and you looked so proud, and..."

I started to cry, burying my face in my hands. Harry's arm stayed tight around my waist.

"I want that, Harry, but I didn't know if you do, and-and..."

"Cassie," he said softly, moving my face up so I was looking at him. I bit my lip, trying to stop the tears. "I never really was sure about kids before I started dating you. I always told myself, 'if this works out, and we ever get married, the best thing in the world would be to start a family.'"

"Really?" I choked out, laughing softly.

"Yes. To be honest, I've been worried that you wouldn't want a baby," he chuckled, brushing the hair back from my face.

Suddenly thunder sounded from outside. I jumped a little, Harry immediately wrapping his arms around me.

"Harry, it's okay," I giggled when I saw his worried expression. "It just startled me."

He blushed a little, which was the most adorable thing ever; I couldn't help but kiss him, the sound of the rain making it even more romantic.

We pulled back, and Harry was smiling.