Best Friends with Benefits

Epilogue - Home

'If it's a boy, it's mine!'

'Ronald, be serious, it will be a girl and I will be her Godmother,'

'Keep dreaming, Loony!'

'Hey! Don't talk to her like that ...'

'Thank you, Draco... and stop shouting, Ronald, Morgana is asleep.'

'She's been asleep in Malfoy's arms ever since Hermione went into labor and didn't even stir with all the screams... I don't think my bloody voice will wake her up...'

'Again, keep your voice down and mind the language!'

'Oh shut up, Malfoy.'

'So what happened?'

'Hey Neville, we don't know yet, Madame Pomfrey kicked us out after a while, how come you're still awake?'

'You're kidding? All the students are trying to get here... Filtch is furious...'

'Where's the lit'le baby?'

'Hey you Hagrid! We don't know yet, we're waiting for my Godson to be born, Hermione has stopped screaming for awhile now but Pomfrey almost hexed our asses when we tried to open the door...'

'Ronald! Language! And it's a girl, therefore, my godchild!

'It's a boy!'

'It's a girl!'

'I can't believe Harry and Hermione let it to us to figure this shit out! But anyway I know them the most so I should be the Godfather no matter what, but since I'm a good person, if it's a girl, it's yours, Loon-Luna.'

'I know them as well and Hermione is Morgana's Godmother, so I must be her baby's Godmother as well, our daughters will be like sisters! And since you're a good person, you should start liking the idea of a little girl that will have me as her Godmother...'

'Oh whatever... you'll have my Gryffindor Godson proving you wrong!'

'Yeah... after my Ravenclaw Goddaughter kicks some ass...'

'And then you say about my language before Morgana!'

'I'm her mother! I can say whatever I want before her...and she's asleep...'

'UURG! Whatever!'

'Mr. Weasley, Miss Lovegood, what is all this commotion about? What is happening with the baby?'

'Finally, she will make them shut up...' Hermione whispered as both she and Harry were spooned on the infirmary's bed, both gazing at their pride and joy in a buddle of blankets close to Hermione's body. Harry's arms were wrapped around her as they were finally relaxing after the long labor. He chuckled and kissed her drying from sweat hair as he nuzzled his nose in her shoulder.

'You sure alright? Don't you want me to call Madame Pomfrey again?' Harry asked in a whisper and Hermione smiled and turned her head the best she could to look at him.

'I'm fine, just sore, she'll be back in a while to show me how to feed our little one, after all... let me enjoy you two while I can... these barbarians will be storming here soon...' Hermione said softly and Harry smiled and kissed her lips tenderly.