Him - A Harry Potter Love Story

Chapter Sixty-One

"Have you thought of names, yet?"

A week had passed since the Manor. I sat next to Harry on a couch, not curled up as I would have liked because of the baby. I had to sit slightly leaned back to be comfortable, but it still wasn't great.

"Well...kind of," I said, smiling a little. Fleur was getting a healer to come here in a few weeks; she said it would be fine, unlike what my grandparents thought. I had asked Harry if he wanted to know the gender if he could, and he immediately replied yes.

"Really? What are they?" He grinned at me, his hand squeezing mine gently.

"What about James for a boy and Lily for a girl?" I suggested, and he let out a small laugh.

"You don't have to name them after my parents, Cassie," he told me. "I know you. You probably have another dozen names picked out."

I blushed slightly, and he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss against my cheek.

"Um...well, I thought that for a girl, maybe Harper?" I said, leaning into his arms a little and readjusting my position.

"Harper," Harry repeated, smiling. "And for a boy?"

"Emory."

"Harper or Emory," he chuckled. "I love them."

"What about you?" I said with a smile, nudging him lightly with my elbow. "Have you thought of anything?"

He laughed a little. "I don't know."

I changed positions again, not able to find anything comfortable.

"Yeah, you do," I giggled, smiling at the slightly embarrassed expression on his face. "Come on."

"They're not as good as yours."

"I'm sure they are. Please?" I begged, looking up at him and widening my eyes a little. He chuckled, reaching his hand out and ruffling my hair a little. I gently hit his hand away, rolling my eyes.

"For a girl, Anna, and for a boy...Harrison."

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, making him smile.

"You like them?" he asked me.

"I love them," I corrected, pushing myself to my feet. "Be right back. I have to go to the bathroom."

"Do you need help?" he asked, and I felt my face heat up as I looked back at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Seriously?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face.

"I'm kidding. Unless you do."

"I'm only six months, Harry. Eight is when it gets hard," I said with a laugh, and walked to the bathroom.

The truth was, it had been difficult since around four months. The bump got in the way, it was hard to stand up again.

When I came back out probably almost ten minutes later, Harry was standing up, talking to my dad. They immediately fell silent when they saw me standing in the doorway, holding my stomach.

"Hey," I said awkwardly, looking between the two. Harry looked kind of scared, Dad looking more serious than I had seen ever since I met him.

"Sorry to bother you, sweetie," Dad said, coming over to kiss my forehead before leaving the room.

"What was that about?" I asked Harry, smiling a little as I walked over.

He bit his lip a little to try and stop himself from smiling, but failed. "He gave me a talk about how I'm supposed to treat you."

I laughed, running a hand through my hair. "Wow. What did he say?"

"That if I hurt you, he'd give me a fate worse than You-Know-Who would," he chuckled, grabbing my hand. "It's too bad that I was planning on breaking up with you."

"Oh, darn," I sighed, grinning as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You had to go and betray me like that, Harry?"

His lips barely brushed mine as he responded, "Yeah." I ended up pushing my own face forward to meet his, our lips moving in sync, both soft and strong at the same time.

Just moments later, we heard someone clear their throat. Harry pulled away, although I had honestly hoped to just ignore whoever it was and keep kissing him.

"Ollivander will speak to you, now," Bill said, not seeming fazed by the fact that we were kissing. I walked with Harry upstairs, him holding my hand and not complaining about how slow I was walking. He had been more supportive than anyone else, in this entire situation. He never said anything negative about the side effects, or my appearance, or...well, anything.

Once we reached the floor that my room was on, Harry stopped me, grabbing my hand.

"You should go rest for a little bit. I'll tell you about it later," he said, smiling warmly at me. I normally would have argued, but I was tired. I had been walking around a lot this week, despite the warnings from nearly everyone in the house. I quickly pecked him on the lips before heading to the room I shared with Hermione.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Hermione asked as I walked in, looking up from a book. I noticed that it was the one Dumbledore left her; and she was staring at the inside cover where the symbol was written.

"Just a little tired," I said, coming to sit by her. "How's your arm?"

"It's not hurting a lot, anymore," she responded, glancing down at the bandages. I was fuming when I had heard what Bellatrix had done to her; it was sick. I wanted Bellatrix to die just as much as Voldemort.

"Have you found anything out about that?" I asked, gesturing to the symbol. She winced slightly, making me frown.

"We went to Xenophilius' house," Hermione told me, running her fingers over the paper. "I wanted to know what this meant. It was the tale of the three brothers. The deathly hallows."

"The deathly hallows?" I echoed, prompting her to explain.

"The elder wand...the cloak of invisibility...and the resurrection stone," Hermione said, outlining each part of the symbol with her finger. "Harry...he thinks that they're real, and that You-Know-Who is after the wand."

"His cloak..."

"I don't think it's true," she cut in. "It's a children's tale...and the dark lord, of all people, should know that. Right?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

However, deep down, I knew that Harry's idea was highly likely. We're living in a world of magic...a children's tale that is actually true is one of the least weird things I've heard in my lifetime.