What A Girl Wants

Chapter Eleven- Hello, Hermoine

         It was about six in the evening, and Hermione was staring at her cell phone wondering why Lily hadn't called her yet. 'Is she in trouble? Did she lose her phone? Has she met Harry yet?' Hermione thought to herself as many thoughts engulfed her mind. Tears began to form in her chocolate orbs at the thought of her daughter hurt. She missed her terribly. 

        Suddenly, her phone began to buzz. She quickly picked up her phone and noticed she didn't recognize the number. 'Who on earth is calling me this late at night?' She thought to herself as she slid her finger over the green button.

        "Hello?" she answered softly as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

        "Hello Hermione." Harry had said in a calm voice.

         Hermione froze with her mouth agape. On the other line was the one person she hadn't heard from in nineteen years. Hermione took a deep breath and spoke, "Harry is that you?"

       "Yeah Hermione, this is me. Are you alright?" He asked her since it sounded like she had been crying. Harry had never liked it when he heard Hermione cry, it had always made him feel so bad.

        "I'm fine, Harry. I've just been so worried about Lily. I haven't heard from her ever since she left. How is she? Is she hurt? Did she arrive safely?" Hermione asked all at once, not letting Harry answer any of the previous questions.

       "Lily is just fine. Ron and Seth were kind enough to let Lily stay with them last night and then they brought her here this morning."

       "How would Ron know about Lily? And who is Seth?", Hermione had asked as she tilted her head and furrowed her brow.

        "Lily stopped in The Leaky Cauldron where Ron's son, Seth, works. Lily told him I was her father, so he brought her over to his home to speak to Ron and Luna to see if there was any way they could help her meet me." Harry explained to her.

   "Ron is married to Luna? And they have a son?" Hermione asked as she smiled. After their fifth year at Hogwarts, she became fond of Luna. Sure, she may have her quirks, but she was willing to stand with them in the Department of Mysteries against the Death Eaters. When Ron and Luna began to date in Luna's seventh year, Hermione had been thrilled. She noticed how much calmer Ron was with Luna around.

   "Yeah they got married shortly after they found out they were expecting. Ron and Seth share the same birthday. They also have twelve-year-old twin girls, Raelinn and Raelie."

   "That's wonderful." Hermione told him as she thought of Lily at the age of twelve. She was into books at that age. The thought of her daughter began to make Hermione cry once more. "I miss her, Harry."

   "I know you do, Hermione. Can I ask you something?" Harry asked her as he scratched his head.

   "Sure." Hermione said as she wiped her tears off her face.

   "Why didn't you ever tell me about Lily?" Harry had asked wonderingly.

    "Because it was for the best.", Hermione said to him, not wanting to talk about it as she put her hand on her forehead. She really did not want to have this conversation right now or if it had been her way, never.

    "The best for who? Don't you think I had the right to know about my daughter?" Harry asked, frustrated.

    "Harry, I don't want to have this conversation with you right now." Hermione told him as she raised her voice. She absolutely did not want to talk to Harry about this. It was too painful to rehash.

   "Seriously, Hermione? You of all people know I have always wanted a family more than anything in this world!"

   "I know you wanted one Harry, but things happened, and I decided to leave." She told him as she got up from the couch and made her way towards her bedroom.

     "What things? What else was more important than telling your boyfriend that he was going to be a father?"

    "I wanted to tell you, Harry I really did, but I couldn't. I told you I don't want to have this conversation, especially over the phone. If you have a problem with Lily, then just send her back home!"

    "Not a chance! I have already missed out on eighteen years of her life and I am not about to miss any more of it. She's eighteen and can stay for as long as she likes." Harry had told her as he calmed down and sat in his chair.

    "Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked him as she got between the covers and sheets in her bed.

    "I am completely sure, Hermione. Please just give me this time with her, I want to get to know her. "

    "Okay. Just promise me that you will not hurt her." Hermione  pleaded. He did have a point after all. Lily is eighteen now and she can't force him to send her home. Besides she did owe it to Harry after keeping her a secret from him. But she'll be damned if she doesn't book the first flight out there if anything happened to her daughter.

   "I promise I won't Hermione. You have my word on that." Harry said sincerely.

    "Okay, Harry. Can you give Lily my love and tell her I miss her so much?"

       "Sure, I will Hermione. "

         "Thanks, Harry. Well I will let you go since it's getting late. I am sorry for arguing with you, I should have told you about Lily sooner."

        "It's okay, Hermione. All is forgiven. All I care about at this moment, is getting to know our daughter. I'm sorry for getting aggravated with you. When you're ready to talk about it, I'm ready to listen."

       "It's fine, I'm sure if I were in your shoes, I would have acted the same. And thank you. Goodnight, Harry." Hermione said and then she hung up the phone. 'Oh, Harry I miss you. Please keep your promise and take care of our little girl'. Hermione thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.

      "Good night, Hermione. I miss you so much." Harry had whispered and then hung up the phone and then headed toward his room. Little did he know, Ginny snuck downstairs and listened in on his conversation before quietly returning to bed.