A/N: I did notice something I messed up on in the last chapter. Since this is sort of set in the summer before their 7th year, Ginny is 16, Harry and Ron are 17, and Hermione is actually 18. Woops! And Hermione's pregnancy is going to proceed more like Sims 3 than Sims 2, hopefully that will be ok.

Chapter 16: Bump

Hearing the sound of a familiar voice cursing out in the kitchen, Harry stood up from the couch he had been sitting on and walked to the kitchen, keeping an eye out for the cursor. He rounded the corner and entered what looked like a disaster zone; flour covered the counters, and cartons of eggs and milk lay scattered around. In the middle of it all stood a frustrated-looking Ron.

Harry snorted. "Having trouble there, mate?" Ron scowled at him before knocking things to the ground and stomping out of the mess. He looked up before walking out of the kitchen, and, not seeing the cursor anywhere, scowled deeper.

"I swear it just tries to be annoying." He plopped down on the couch, a white cloud of flour appearing around him. Swearing again, he put his head in his hands. Harry laughed, but stopped when he saw the distraught look on his face.

"What's up, you're not really that upset about your cooking skills are you?" Ron snorted and rubbed some of the flour from his hair. He sighed.

"It's…complicated."

"Isn't everything for you?" Harry barely dodged Ron's fist and snickered. "Joking! What's up?"

"Well…"


Hermione and Ginny were chatting about nothing in particular, both trying not to think when the cursor abruptly appeared in the room, directing them to the study room to work on term papers. Groaning, they both stood up and walked out of the room.

"This will be loads of fun," Ginny grumbled.

About half way there, Hermione suddenly felt nauseous. A dizzy feeling swept through her, and she had to lean against the wall and close her eyes to keep from passing out.

"Hermione? Are you ok?" Ginny struggled to stay back, but eventually was forced to keep walking. After a few seconds against the wall, Hermione knew she couldn't make it, and quickly straightened up and ran, not sure where to until she recognized the bathroom. Getting down on her knees, she vomited into the toilet. Before she finished, she felt a pair of hands pull her hair back away from her face. Breathing heavily, she swallowed and tried to stand up. Behind her, Ron took her arm and helped her stand. She looked up at him and smiled, feeling slightly mortified.

"Thanks," she whispered. She glanced at the doorway and saw Harry standing with a glass of water, which he handed her. She took it gladly and rinsed out her mouth. "Thanks Harry." She glanced up at Ron. "Did you tell him?" He nodded, taking the glass back and setting it on the sink. They walked out of the cramped room back into the hall.

"We saw you run by and wanted to make sure you were ok," Harry said. Hermione smiled weakly. "Hey, it's gonna be fine. You have us and Ginny. Don't worry." Surprisingly, the cursor let Hermione walk back with them to the couches, and they all sat down. For the rest of the day, they played card games and joked, forgetting for a while that they didn't have complete control.


From the other room, Ginny sat at the computer, tiredly typing nonsense on the keyboard, glancing every once in a while into the other room where the three of them were talking and laughing. It was 8 in the evening, and she couldn't believe she still wasn't finished with the stupid term paper. She looked into the other room and saw Hermione leaning up against Ron, and Harry was laughing at something. Ginny felt a twinge of jealousy in her chest, seeing the Golden Trio all having a great time together, with her on the outside like she always had been. She swallowed and turned back to the screen, her eyes unfocused. A few seconds later, she saw the light reflect off the ring on her left hand, and she smiled, her previous thoughts fading away. No, maybe she wasn't quite so much on the outside anymore.

The chair to the desk next to hers pulled out, and someone sat down. She glanced over and scowled, turning back to her computer. Jenny lounged in the chair, looking at her nails. Unbeknownst to Ginny, she had been watching her for a while.

"Well aren't they just having a great time in there," Jenny said, watching Ginny. "You can really tell what great friends they are."

Ginny ignored her, turning slightly away.

"I mean, you would think they don't even care that you're not in there with them, by how happy they look."

"Oh, bugger off," Ginny snapped. Jenny grinned, knowing she hit a nerve.

"Well goodness, I think their cursor left them a while ago, and yet they still haven't gone to look for you. That's too bad."

Seething, Ginny stood, her chair falling over. Before she could do anything, the cursor appeared, directing Ginny out of the room. Jenny sighed.

"Oh, how boring. It's too bad we can't go a day without the…interference." A glint of inspiration flashed across her face before disappearing.

Ginny clenched her fists. "What, so I can beat your arse again?"

Jenny looked up at her coolly. "Oh no, I think perhaps I'll give someone else a go, maybe while your so-called fiancé is otherwise...occupied."

Unable to struggle any longer against the pull of the cursor's order, Ginny's retort dissolved in her throat as she rounded the corner.

"Don't know what the hell she's talking about," Ginny muttered as she entered the room with the trio. She paused for a second, but when they didn't see her, she stormed off towards the door going outside. They finally looked up as she walked by.

Harry spoke up, "Gin, what's—"

"Oh nothing." She continued walking. "I thought I'd just go outside for a few more hours, since you lot don't seem to need me in here." She pushed through the door letting it slam behind her. Harry looked at the other two. Ron was staring at the door with a bewildered look on his face. Hermione had a concerned look on hers.

"You should go talk to her, Harry." She nodded towards the door.

He stood and walked outside. Finding her next to a small pond (and by small, he meant it; it was barely 6 feet across), throwing rocks into it, he approached her cautiously. It looked like most of her anger had evaporated, and when she looked over at him, she sighed and sat down. Harry sat next to her.

"Gin, I'm sorry. I thought the cursor was keeping you away."

Ginny leaned over into Harry, who put his arm around her. "I know. I shouldn't have gotten so mad. I let Jenny get to my head."

"Jenny? Wow, I'm kind of surprised she came around you again."

"Yeah, cocky little—" She clenched her fists. "Thinks she's something special."

Harry laughed. "Well, she isn't. You, on the other hand…" He trailed off, bringing his hand to her hair, tucking it behind her ear. He placed his hand lightly behind her neck and pulled her to him, kissing her gently on the lips. Ginny moved closer, aching to deepen the kiss, but Harry pulled back. "I am sorry about today."

Ginny pulled back slightly. "That's alright. They probably needed a day to relax, anyway. I'm assuming they told you…?" Harry nodded. "Are they doing alright?"

"Yeah, actually. When she wasn't thinking about it, as far as I could tell she looked happy, even more than she had been before in this place."

"Probably because she was in Ron's arms all day. You know, even though I wasn't with you guys a lot at school, I could still tell that they had a thing for each other. Even Ron, at home, would work himself up so much being mad at her sometimes, I could just tell. How's he?"

"You know, pretty good." He glanced back towards the building. "I don't think proud is the right word, but something like that. He definitely didn't want to let her go." He shrugged.

Ginny grinned, nudging him with her shoulder. "Look at that, Harry Potter, The Romantic One."

Harry scoffed, but then smiled. "Whatever you say." He pulled her close again and kissed her deeply.


Ron and Hermione startled at the sound of the door opening 2 hours later. They had been sitting in comfortable silence for a while, Hermione still wrapped in Ron's arms. When Harry and Ginny walked back inside, looking rather flushed despite the cooler air outside, Hermione laughed quietly.

"Everything ok now?" She asked them.

"Mmhmm," Ginny murmured, pulling Harry by his hand behind the couch. Hermione glanced at the windows, suddenly realizing how late it was. The cursor appeared in the room, startling them all. It directed them to various places. With a groan from Ginny, they all parted ways.

As Hermione headed to the kitchen, she suddenly realized how hungry she was. And how much she had to use the restroom. Not to mention the tiredness that swept over her. She grabbed a snack from the fridge, barely having time to eat it before rushing to the bathroom. Finishing there, the cursor finally directed her to sleep. Thankfully, she walked through the hall, not paying much attention to where it took her. She was surprised when it took her back to the dark room with the lone window, and very large bed.

Ron was sitting on the edge of the bed when he looked up and saw Hermione come in. The cursor told him to go to sleep, and he was forced up and into the bed. Hermione blushed slightly at his sweatpants and bare torso, but walked to the bed to climb in as she was told. Just before she climbed up, however, she felt herself straighten suddenly and back up a few steps. Regaining control of herself, she looked down and realized her sleepwear had changed into a more comfortable, more practical set than what she had been wearing. Hermione liked these better anyway.

Climbing into the bed again, she got under the covers and looked around. She was surprised to see that the cursor had left. She turned her head to look at Ron, who was on his side facing her. She reached her hand over, finding his and slipping into it. He squeezed her hand. Oh why not, she thought, and scooted over, finding a place by his side. He was very warm, she noticed with her bare arm against him. She laid her head on his chest, and her other hand went to rest on her stomach.

Suddenly, she gasped. Throwing the covers back, she struggled to sit back up against the headboard.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, concern evident in his voice. Hermione pulled her shirt up slightly, looking at her stomach. She timidly placed her hand back over it.

"I think, that…there's a bump." A warm feeling rushed through Ron as her words hit him, and he watched her hand trace along her stomach.

She shouldn't have been so surprised, she knew it was going to happen, but she just hadn't realized it would be so fast. The bump was small, but it was definitely there, and hadn't been earlier in the day.

A hand covered hers, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked up to see Ron looking at her intensely. She felt warm as he looked at her, and her worries disappeared.

"Hermione," he said hoarsely, bring his hand up to brush the side of her face. Without saying anything else, he pulled her close. She moved her arms around him, and they sat there pressed tightly together, until they got back under the covers and fell asleep in each other's embrace.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter seemed slow, but next chapter should be fun! Review please!