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Alexa was Harry's fluffy ball of pride. A year after Hedwig's death, Harry, on the suggestion of his girlfriend Hermione, went to look into getting a new pet. While an owl would have been a logical choice to ensure the young couple could send letters, Harry opted to get another type of pet. After some consideration, he decided to adopt a cat!
Harry found Alexa in a shelter two years prior when she was a small kitten. With black fur, short long hair and a face ressembling mildly to that of a siamese cat, Alexa looked visibly different from Hermione's own cat Crookshanks. He loved Crookshanks, and both he and Hermione were happy when Alexa first entered their home, knowing the two would get along splendidly.
And get along splendidly, they did. Too much, as a matter of fact.
Today, Harry had brought Alexa to the vet for a usual check-up. And what they found out had shocked him. How dare Crookshanks do that to his small, innocent Alexa?
Harry arrived home with Alexa in his arms and dropped her off on the ground once he closed the door. Alexa immediately trotted away to do who knew what. Not meeting Crookshanks, he hoped.
He moved to the parlour, where he found Hermione sitting on a chair and reading a book. Harry stood in front of her and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowed.
"So, how was the visit, Harry?" Hermione asked him. She only looked up from her book when Harry did not answer. "Harry? What's wrong?" she asked with concern when she noticed his expression.
Harry pursed his lips. "Hermione. Your cat got my cat pregnant!" he said like a petulant child. There was a flash on relief on her face - and Harry felt guilty when he realised she believed he was mad at her - which was quickly followed by amusement. The corner of her lip rose in a tiny smirk. "Really? That's wonderful." she said.
"Wonderful?!" Harry cried. "Alexa, my tiny, innocent baby girl, is pregnant! Because of your rebel of a boy!" A small snort was heard as Hermione tried to keep a straight face. "She's too young to be a mum! And he's way too old for her!"
Hermione lost it. She burst out laughing. Laughing so hard she dropped her book to hold her ribs.
"What?" Harry asked, confused as to what she could possibly find funny in his words. "It's not funny!"
Hermione's laughter took a few minutes to die down, and even then, she still chuckled every few seconds. "So, let me get this straight. When Crookshanks get Alexa pregnant, it's the end of the world. Yet," she said, pointing at her very big and round belly. "When you get me pregnant, then it's all fine and dandy?"
Harry only now began to realize the stupidity of his words. "Ah - well - I mean..." he tried to say, running a hand through his hair.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Gosh, if that's how you react when Alexa get pregnant, then I fear what will happen when our daughter will get her first boyfriend." she said. She rolled her eyes again when Harry choked. Well, at least she had around fifteen years to curb down the worst of his paternal protectiveness.
Harry finally sat down next to her. Hermione slipped her hand in his. "They say Alexa will give birth in a few weeks. Around your due date, really. Seems like everyone in this household is about to become parents." he said.
Hermione let herself slide down until her head rested on his shoulder. "That doesn't sound so bad, does it?" she asked him quietly.
Harry smiled. "No, it's not so bad."