As Harry was sitting down, dreading the talk that he was about to receive from his fathers, Hermione was going in the portrait to her Head Girl rooms for what would more than likely be the last time.
As she entered her small common room, she looked around at the pictures that she had placed around the room. The smiling faces of Ginny, Luna, Neville, herself, and Harry all stared back at her. Some were waving, some making sill faces and others just smiling happily.
With a flick of her wand, she conjured a throw pillow into a box, and with another flick, sent all of her pictures zooming into it. Another few flicks and all her personal items from the common room were in the box, and she headed for her bedroom.
Too tired to bother packing her clothes, Hermione dropped onto the bed, curled into a ball and cried herself to sleep.
"Harry, stop looking like you're headed for your execution. We're not going to kill you, or even yell at you, we just need to talk to you." Remus said, trying to reassure his son.
"Come over here and sit with us," Sirius offered. "You don't have to sit way over there like you're on trial."
Harry stood and walked to the couch, sitting between his dads.
"Harry, we just want to know how you're feeling about all this. And no matter how you're feeling, we're not going to be mad, or hate you, or yell at you. We just want to know if you're ok." Remus explained to his son.
"And we're going to support you and Hermione, no matter what you two choose." Sirius added. "Don't get me wrong, you're going to have a lot on your shoulders, and a lot of work, sleepless nights and diapers to change, but we don't want the babies to suffer if you're having problems, and if you need anything, you know we're always going to be here for you."
"Well, we decided that we're keeping the babies," Harry started off.
"That's good," Sirius said. "As young as you are, I think I'd hate to see my grandkids adopted by another family.
"And honestly I'd like to marry her, but I don't want to push her into anything. I love her so much, but I don't want her to feel like she's got to marry me." Harry said, looking to his dad's for guidance.
"As unromantic as it would be, I think you probably need to talk to Hermione about how she feels about it before you decide if you're going to propose or not." Remus suggested.
"Professor Dumbledore says that if we're not married, that I can floo to her rooms to help her with the babies, but I'm not allowed to stay the night with them. I don't want to spend that much time away from my kids." Harry said, looking up into the sympathetic faces of his fathers.
"We know how awful it is to be away from your child," Sirius said, pulling Harry into a hug.
Harry broke down then. "I'm scared dad."
"I figured you were, son. That's a huge part of why we're not angry with you. We know you didn't do this on purpose, and we're going to be here to help you. I won't lie and say that it's going to be easy, but we will be here for you. I promise you that much." Sirius said, holding his son tightly.
Remus scooted close to his son and mate and wrapped his arms around them both, and both fathers held their son as he cried out his fears and frustrations.
"What if I'm not a good father?" Harry asked so quietly that his fathers barely heard him.
"You're going to do fine, Harry." Sirius comforted.
"Everyone has a learning curve son. Everything is going to be new, but you'll get it right. I know you will." Remus added.
Harry and his dads stayed up talking late into the night, and unfortunately for Harry, their talking included a long talk about protection and birth control spells, as well as muggle protection such a condoms and spermicide.
By the time the three men went to bed, they were all thoroughly exhausted a bit embarrassed.
Harry lay awake in his bed for some time after his fathers had fallen asleep, contemplating his future, now that children were involved in it.
After Harry dozed off he dreamed of himself and Hermione, and their two children. Hermione breastfeeding one as he gave the other a bottle, feeding them their first solid foods, running and playing at the park. Harry could see his future and loved every second of it.
When he awoke the next morning to get ready for class, he knew that he wanted to propose to Hermione and make her his wife.