Hero of the Story || James Potter x Hermione Granger Fanfiction

extra 1 | this brilliant light is brighter than we've known

A/N: Well, surprise! In honor of our beloved James Potter's birthday, I've decided to post the one-shots I've written here on wattpad too. Aside from this, I have two more completed extras I will post tomorrow and the day after. I do have a bunch of WIPs for this universe, so if I've finished them, I'll upload it here too.

And wow, I can't believe this fanfic is gaining more and more readers (and commenters) every day! I love you all so much and thank you for your unending love and support. Enjoy! I hope you all are staying happy and safe ❤️

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Summary: She was the brightest star in his eyes.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Hermione Granger (Pettigrew/Potter), James Potter, Harry Potter, Pokey, Mary McDonald

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this brilliant light is brighter than we've known

(You Are Enough by Sleeping at Last)

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February 10, 1983

James frowned when he walked out of their bathroom. Hermione was still lying on their bed. The comforter was drawn up to her chin, effectively burying almost all of herself underneath it. The only thing James could see was her riotous curls.

"Hermione?" he called, already walking towards their dresser to pull out his office clothes for the day. "Why aren't you up yet? I thought you said Professor Hypatia asked you to go to Hogwarts to sit in with her Arithmancy class today?"

Hermione slowly peeked her head out from under their comforter and grimaced. "I'm not feeling well," she simply said. "I already owled her to ask if I can do it some other time."

James' frown deepened. "What?" he worriedly asked, hastily throwing a plain shirt and a clean pair of trousers on before sauntering towards their bed. Up close, he saw how her cheeks were flushed red and there were already beads of sweat clinging onto the strands of hair stuck to her forehead.

He reached forward and touched her forehead. His eyes grew wide at noting that she was too warm to touch. He quickly grabbed onto his wand and made a series of simple wand movements. A small number projected upwards on the tip of his wand, stating that Hermione was running a fever.

"Bollocks," Hermione groaned as she tried to haul herself up. She propped against their headboard and grimaced. "Molly warned me I shouldn't drop by the Burrow yesterday because the twins were running a fever, but I still went anyway."

James looked down at Hermione disapprovingly. "You should have listened to Molly," he admonished, reaching forward once more to rest a hand on her swollen belly.

Hermione weakly smiled. "I told her in passing this second pregnancy was a bit more difficult than when I was carrying Harry," she explained. "Molly offered to give some potions to help."

She laughed and held his hand, noting the worry in his eyes. "I'm fine, love," she reassured. "It's nothing intolerable. I just need a few help to make me feel a bit better." Her eyes glinted as her hand rested on top of her belly. "I can already predict this little one will be a bigger handful than our Harry."

"Still," he insisted, "I think having a fever while you're six months pregnant isn't normal." He waved his wand and muttered a soft 'Accio parchment and quill'.