What A Girl Wants

Chapter Nine: Questions

       "Hermione is that you?" Harry had asked in a calming voice, his gaze unfaltering from the young woman before him.

  "No Harry, my name is Lily and I am Hermione's daughter." Lily said as she spoke to her father trying to keep her nerves at bay.

   "Seth, how about you and I go wait outside while they chat?" Ron had asked his son as he started walking towards the kitchen.

    "Sounds great." Seth told his father as he began to follow him.

    "Oh no. You two are staying right here!" Harry said in a tone that meant business and shot them both a death glare."So, you are Hermione's daughter?", Harry had asked her as he turned back and faced her not taking his eyes off her.

    "Yes, and just so you know, Harry, you're my father." Lily told him truthfully.

     Harry stood there silent for a few moments just gazing at Lily. He didn't know what to say or how to react. He felt like his mind was running a marathon as thoughts ran wildly in his mind. 'I'm a father? How? When?' Harry rummaged through his memories trying to find an answer. 'Hermione and I were so careful. I don't understand how- 'Suddenly Harry remembered. His jaw dropped as he thought back on the night he returned from the defeat of Voldemort.

                                                            **** Flashback*****

                The dark sky was shimmering like diamonds and the moon was full. The town of Ottery St. Catchpole was celebrating the demise of Lord Voldemort for the second week now. Their joyous shouts and loud fireworks booming high in the air was a reminder that they no longer had to live in fear. No longer would they have to go into hiding for months with thoughts of death lurking over them as they kept an eye out for Death Eaters ready to strike. But even with the celebration, there was one question on everyone's mind. Where was Harry Potter and was he alive?

       Harry Potter apparated onto the cut green grass of The Burrow. He thought he would hear a celebration happening inside the home where he had spent six summers of his life, but instead there was silence. He reckoned that everyone was asleep seeing how it was about one in the morning. He walked up the pathway leading up to the front door where he noticed on the second floor, there was a figure standing in the window of a dimly lit room. He couldn't quite make out the figure since it had moved away before he had the chance. Not even a minute later did he see a blur of bushy brown hair fly into his arms.

     "Harry!", Hermione cried out as she clung to her boyfriend. He had been gone for two weeks. Two weeks without a word from him as he had left her behind to seek out Voldemort so he could put an end to the prophecy that haunted his life for eighteen years.

   "Hello, love.", Harry told her as he hugged her tightly. Merlin, he missed her so much. He missed her sweet vanilla scent that lingered on him each time they embraced. He missed the sweet sound of her voice that he had woken up to prior to him leaving. But what he missed most of all was the feel of her in his arms. It was then that he realized he never wanted to be without his girlfriend again.

   He broke from their embrace and kissed her so passionately, causing her knees to buckle. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened their kiss as she used her tongue to brush against his lips, seeking permission to enter. Harry pulled her closer to him as their kiss became heated. They snogged for about ten minutes before they broke apart, their lips slightly swollen.

   "You did it, Harry. You defeated him and came back to me like you promised.", Hermione said as she leaned her head on his shoulder and shut her eyes.