Chapter 1

Ginny returned to Hogwarts after Christmas vacation but was constantly worried about how Harry and Ron were doing on their quest. She had limited friends. everyone treated her differently; their sympathetic stares made her remember what her brother and boyfriend were doing. So she was mostly with Neville and Luna. Neville and Luna actually understood her fears and the reality of the war.

"Ginny! Look at the owl!" Neville announced during breakfast one morning. Ginny's head shot up to find Hedwig landing by her plate. She looked at Professor McGonagall, who nodded slightly. One could never be too careful with the war; especially those closest to Harry.

"Hedwig, what are you doing here?" Ginny asked, gently stroking the bird. Hedwig cooed and held out her leg, revealing a letter. Ginny took off the letter, and Hedwig left.

"Who's it from?" Neville asked.

Ginny replied, "Harry. It's from Harry." She quickly read the letter and told Neville what it said. "He and Ron are visiting my brother Charlie in Egypt. They were home last week, but they left today," she paused to scan the letter some more. "Hermione's been feeling sick, but Ron thinks she's just worried."

"What's that?" Dean asked, pointing at a scrap of paper on the table. Neville and Ginny had forgotten that they weren't alone at the moment. Ginny unfolded the paper. It looked like it had been stuffed in the envelope hastily at the last possible minute. The handwriting on it was distinctly female. On it were two words, D.A. and Galleon. When she showed it to Neville, he asked what it meant.

"I don't know. I'm going to go now," Ginny replied as she stood up, and gathered her belongings. Neville simply watched as Ginny dashed out of the Great Hall. It was normal for her to just leave meals unexpectedly. As Ginny passed Luna, she slipped her the note.

That evening, Ginny found the Galleon Hermione had been talking about. It had fallen to the bottom of her trunk under several loose articles of clothing. The serial number changed into that day's date. Someone, most-likely Hermione, wanted to meet. The oddest part was, Hermione left school with Harry and Ron. For her to come back, even for a few hours, made no sense.

"I have to go," she quickly told her roommates, and she rushed out the door. Downstairs, she ran into Neville.

"Oh! Sorry Neville," Ginny exclaimed as she caught her breath.

"It's okay. I see you understood Hermione's message," Neville said. Ginny nodded. They walked to the Room of Requirement. Luna was waiting outside the door.

"Ready?" she asked in her usual dreamy voice. She, Neville and Ginny all entered the Room of Requirement together.

When the trio went inside, they found Hermione crouched down against the wall with her head in her hands.

"Hermione! Are you alright?" Ginny exclaimed as she rushed to her side. Luna reached past Neville and closed the door so no one would see them. Ginny sat next to Hermione, and Hermione rested her head on her shoulder.

"Harry thought it would be a good idea to hold D.A. meetings again. Just incase," she explained in a weak voice. Ginny knew what that meant. Hermione needed something to keep her mind off Ron and Harry's mission. Neville noticed that Hermione had been crying. Her cheeks were streaked with distinct tear marks. Neville also noticed that Hermione's arms were tightly wrapped around her stomach.

"Hermione, if you're so sick, then why did you come?" Luna asked.

"I had already sent Ginny the note. It was too late," she explained.

"Come on," Ginny said firmly as she helped Hermione to her feet. "There's an extra bed in my dorm-."

"No, I need to go home. I can't stay here"

Neville exclaimed, "You can't leave in your condition! It'll be fine for you to stay." Hermione picked up her bag by her feet.

"Luna, go find Professor McGonagall. Tell her what's wrong," Ginny ordered. Luna nodded, and left. "Neville, help me get Hermione to the Common Room." Slowly, the three made their way to Gryfindor Tower.

When they got into the Common Room, Dean and Seamus rushed over to them. It was still early, so most people were gathered around in their typical small groups.

"What's wrong with her?" Dean asked over the chattering students.

"I thought she wasn't coming back," Seamus added.

"She's sick," Ginny replied, ignoring Seamus. A small crowd began to form around them.

"Our dorm is empty, take her up there," Seamus offered. "I can keep people out until someone arrives."

"Thanks, Seamus," Ginny said gratefully. The crowd around them had grown.

"That's Harry Potter's friend!" someone, probably a first year, called out. The Common Room began to buzz with excitement.

"Get her upstairs!" Seamus yelled over the noise. People pressed the group, making Hermione feel horribly cramped and Closter phobic.

Ginny and Dean rushed Hermione upstairs, where she immediately lay down on Ron's old bed. She gently ran her fingers over the quilt as if absorbing any trace of Ron left in the fabric.

"What happened?" Dean asked Ginny quietly. They stood in the far corner so Hermione wouldn't hear them.

"Don't know," Ginny replied. She came to do something, but she was too sick. Something's wrong, Hermione's keeping something from us." Professor McGonagall came rushing into the room.
"What happened?" she demanded

"Hermione's sick. We figured out her message; by the time we got to her, she was a wreck," Ginny explained.

"Why don't we go outside?" the Professor suggested as she motioned towards the door. Ginny glanced at Hermione's figure. She appeared to be sleeping.

"I'll stay. You two probably have more answers then me," Dean offered.

"Thanks," whispered Ginny.

"Okay, now you can tell me what happened," Professor McGonagall said firmly to Neville and Ginny and when they got outside the dorm.

"We went to the Room of Requirement, just like we used to," Neville started. Professor McGonagall nodded. She knew about the D.A. meetings; all the Order members did.

"When we went in, Hermione was crying. Harry wrote that she's just worried about them," Ginny continued.

Professor McGonagall asked, "And you disagreed." Ginny nodded.

"Well, if they just left today, why would Hermione be in such a state?" Ginny replied. "I mean, sure I miss Harry, but I don't get all depressed the day he leaves. He's doing the right thing." Her face clouded with worry and doubt.

"Could things be different between Ron and Hermione?" Neville asked. Ginny stopped to think.

"I honestly wouldn't know. They have been slightly closer, but it's been progressive relationship."

"Thank you Ms. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom. Now, how to get her to the Burrow." She paused. "How about Floo Powder."

"No," Ginny shook her head. "My Mum probably has a fire going. Too dangerous."
"I could walk off grounds, and Apparate with her," McGonagall suggested.

"Actually, Professor, you don't have to leave school. Apparation lessons are right now. The rule's lifted." Neville explained.

"Excellent. I'll take her now, thank you both." Professor McGonagall then went to get Hermione.

Hermione was still curled up on Ron's old bed, fast asleep. Even in her sleep she looked stressed and sickly. Professor McGonagall sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.

"Hermione," she said softly, as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Hermione, can you hear me?" she asked. Hermione nodded and sat up. "I'm going to take you back to the Burrow now," McGonagall explained. Hermione firmly grasped her arm, but the other one was still wrapped around her stomach. In an instant, they were gone. The travel made Hermione want to throw up, and she struggled not to. The spinning stopped, and they were at the door to the Burrow. Professor McGonagall tapped lightly on the door, and the figure sitting at the table quickly got up.

"Oh, Hermione," cooed Mrs. Weasley as she opened the door and saw who it was.

"Sorry to disturb you, Molly," Professor McGonagall said.

"It's okay Minerva. I was going to wait up anyway," Mrs. Weasley replied.

"Ginny was worried about Hermione; I thought it would be best if I made sure she got back safely."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said quietly.

"Feel better, Hermione," Professor McGonagall said as she gave Hermione a quick hug. She then disappeared with a pop.

"Do you mind telling me what's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she sat Hermione at the table. The fire had burned down, leaving only glowing embers. Hermione began to sob. Her whole body shook. Mrs. Weasley laid a gentle hand on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione began to shake her head.

"Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said gently. "Everyone else's working. Nobody's here but us. You can tell me anything." Tears fell off Hermione's cheeks and onto the smooth wooden surface of the kitchen table.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Hermione said over and over again. Mrs. Weasley drew her close to her in a comforting hug. "I'm, I'm going to have a baby," she finally managed to choke out. Mrs. Weasley looked into her brown eyes. They held no lies.

"And the Father?" she stopped to think. Ron! He seemed unusually protective of Hermione before he and Harry left, both times. "Ron," she whispered. Hermione began to cry even harder, if that was even possible. She then got up form the table, and rushed out of the room. "Hermione, wait!" Mrs. Weasley pleaded. But she was gone. Just then, Fleur and Bill came home from work to find Mrs. Weasley in a state of shock.

"Mum, what's wrong?" Bill asked, sitting next to her.

"Fleur, I need you to go talk to Hermione," Mrs. Weasley replied, completely ignoring Bill.

"I'll go right now," Fleur said, and she left the room.

"Mum, can you please tell me what the matter is?" Bill pleaded.

"I'm going to sleep. Please tell Fleur I'll talk to her later," she said quietly. Bill watched hopelessly as his mother retreated to her bedroom.

Fleur mounted the rickety old stairs all the way up to Hermione and Ginny's bedroom. Mrs. Weasley's strange behavior was really worrying her.

"Hermione?" Fleur asked, as she knocked on the door to the twin's old room.

"Go away!" Hermione snapped.

"It is just me. Zere is nothing to worry about." Fleur leaned against the wall outside of the bedroom.

"Yes there is. You don't understand.

"Zen explain it to me."

"I CAN"T!" she yelled. "Will you just GO AWAY!?"

"Fine. Just know zat you can always talk to me." Fleur reluctantly left Hermione alone. Perhaps a good night's sleep would do her some good.

Hermione heard Fleur's footsteps as she walked away. She sat in the chair by the window crying all night. Her life was over. How would her parents react? Her father! he hated Ron! This would surely lead to another legendary fight in the Granger household. When the red sun began to rise, Hermione realized how tired she was. The second her head hit the pillow she was asleep.

Mrs. Weasley calmly explained the situation at breakfast the following morning.

"We need to be there for Hermione, but give her her space," she explained. No on could believe it. Hermione and Ron were having such a serious relationship, and nobody had noticed. Something like this was huge. Ron's reaction would be critical to the rest of their relationship.

"So, what now?" Bill asked.

"Just, go to work. I guess," his Mother replied. "Just act like it's a normal day."

"But it's not!" Bill argued.

Fleur said, "I 'ave zee day off. I can go talk to 'ermione" She then got up, and went upstairs to escape the mounting tension in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley gave her husband and son each a hug before they left for work.

"Don't worry, Mum," Bill said. "Everything'll work out." With that, he was gone with a pop.

When Fleur went up to Hermione's room, she found the door unlocked. Hermione was sitting in the over-stuffed chair by the window. She had a blanket wrapped around her, and she was crying. Sleep had not claimed her for long, so she got up to continued trying to find a way to tell her parents.

"Molly told us. I want to be zee first one to say, 'Congratulations,'" said Fleur quietly.

"I can't believe how stupid I was. Ron's gone, and I don't know what's going to happen," Hermione replied in a ghost-like voice. Fleur moved next to Hermione.

"Do you love 'im?"

"What!?"

"Do you love 'im?"

"Of course I love him. I just didn't expect this." Hermione then threw-up in the pail next to her and waved it away with her wand. "I really want to be alone right now."

"I understand. Would you like some breakfast?" Hermione gagged at the mention of food. "You let me know. Bill and I say, "Congratulations.'" Hermione simply stared, stone-faced, out the window until Fleur was gone. Soon, she couldn't help but think about where Ron was at that very moment and if he was thinking about her.

Fleur left, and Hermione was alone. She spent the next week locked in her room. Mrs. Weasley would leave a tray outside her door. Sometimes the tray would be empty, but most of the time, it would remain untouched. Tonks and Lupin visited at the end of the week. By then, the whole Order knew and were asked if they saw Ron, to tell him to return home immediately.

"How is she?" Lupin asked Mrs. Weasley when they arrived.

"Horrible, Remus," Mrs. Weasley replied in a pained voice. "She won't come out of her room. Fleur talked to her about a week ago. She won't come out of her room, and she barely eats. It's not healthy for anyone, especially someone in her…condition."

"And her parents?"

"They're traveling, we can't get a hold of them." Tonks offered to go talk to Hermione.

"You can try. I've been trying all week," Mrs. Weasley explained. Tonks, like everyone else couldn't talk to Hermione. They thought she didn't hear them, but she did. She would sit by the door and listen.

"Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said one day. "Hermione, there's a letter here for you." Hermione could hear the envelope slide under the door. She was standing in front of the mirror, with her shirt pulled up. It was the first of June, making Hermione around 4 months pregnant. She saw the letter, and immediately recognized the handwriting.

"Oh, Ron!" she whispered.

My Dearest Hermione it read. Mum signs each letter with, 'Please hurry home. Hermione really needs you.' I have tried to return home, but I have been working with Harry. You are hopefully getting this letter on June 1st. I'll be coming home on June 2nd. That's right, tomorrow. I love you so much, and I have a very special gift for you. All my love, Ron. Hermione began to cry, but for the first time in months, it was tears of joy.

She stood up, and felt dizzy. Come to think of it, she had felt dizzy all day.

"It's just in my head," she thought. Just to be sure, Hermione decided to go see Mrs. Weasley. The door was unlocked, and slightly open when Hermione couldn't take it. Her head felt light, and her knees gave was. That night, hours later, visiting George noticed the door slightly ajar.

"Hey, Mum," he said when he got to the kitchen. "Hermione's door's open."

"Open?" Fred asked as he came up behind his brother.

"Yeah. It's kinda open, but I don't know where she is. I was in the bathroom."

"I'll go and see," Mrs. Weasley said, and she got up from the table.

"Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked quietly as she pushed open the door. Hermione was still lying on the floor. "Oh Merlin," she breathed. "Fred! George!" The twins came pounding up the stairs and froze in the doorway. Hermione was lying on the floor with one arm over her stomach and the other by her head.

"What happened?" George asked.

"I don't know. Just mover her onto the bed," their mother directed. The twins gently picked up Hermione and laid her out on the bed before covering her up with a blanket.

"Now?" George asked.

"I don't know, George! If you would just let me think," Mrs. Weasley snapped. She left and returned with a steaming bowl of soup from the kitchen.

"I charmed this, so it'll stay warm for her," she explained as she put it on the side table.

"You aren't going to stay with her?" asked Fred.

"No," she sighed. "I'm afraid she won't eat it if I'm there." She herded the twins out of the room and quietly closed the door behind them.

When Hermione woke up, the sun was just about to rise. She was in bed. When did that happen? She then noticed the steaming bowl of soup next to her.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," she murmured. The chicken broth felt so good. Hermione hadn't eaten in days; to finally have something in her stomach was relaxing. Ron would be back in just a few hours, and everything would go back to normal. Hermione fell back asleep, and when she woke up around eleven, the bowl was gone. She showered in the bathroom next door, and changed into jeans and a loose-fitting pink t-shirt. She sat in her normal place, the chair by the window, and read a book. While she was reading, she felt herself being kicked in the lower stomach.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. The baby was kicking. "Just in time for you Father," Hermione whispered with a smile. The morning dragged on. By two o'clock in the afternoon, Hermione was dozing off in her chair.

Just before dinner, Harry and Ron arrived. There was much celebrating until Ron noticed Hermione's absence.

"Hey Mum, where's Hermione?" Ron asked. Everyone became quiet. Right away, Ron and Harry both knew that something was wrong; they were treading on very thin ice.

"Up in her room. You should go and talk to her. Alone," she added firmly. Harry glanced at Ron and continued to talk reluctantly to Mr. Weasley. As soon as she was sure that Ron was gone, Mrs. Weasley explained what was wrong with Hermione to Harry.

Harry shook his head in disbelief and said, "I never knew. Ron told me he and Hermione were having a relationship, but I didn't know it was that serious. But it makes sense now. The way he would talk about her; the talking in his sleep, it all makes sense now."

"Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, laying a comforting hand on his arm. "It's not your fault. I'm just going to tell you what I told everyone else. Give them their space, but still give them support."

"Okay, Mrs. Weasley." Harry knew that this would be hard, after all, Ron and Hermione were his best friends.

"Oh and Harry, no more of this Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. You can call us Mum and Dad, if you wish," Mr. Weasley added. Harry nodded. He was finally part of a real family.

Ron slowly made his way upstairs. Something was very wrong with the love of his life, and he didn't know what.

"Hermione?" he asked, as he softly knocked on the door. When he got no reply, he went in. Ron found Hermione asleep in the deep red, wingback chair by the window.

"Hermione," he said quietly as he crouched down in front of her, and brushed her brown hair out of her face. Hermione woke up with a start.

"Ron?" she murmured. Ron nodded. Hermione threw her arms around his neck, and began to sob. Ron stood up, bringing Hermione with him. His hands slid through her wild hair.

"Merlin, I missed you," he murmured against her hair. Hermione pulled him towards her, and kissed him. It felt good to fell his warm lips pressed against hers. Ron sat in the chair Hermione was sleeping on, and pulled her onto his lap. But when he tried to kiss her, she stopped him. "Hermione," Ron said. Hermione wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck, and rested her head against him. "What's up with the baggy shirt? You normally wear, I guess you could say, smaller shirts." When he pulled up the bottom of her shirt, in a teasing way, Ron noticed that Hermione had gained a fair amount of weight. "Mum said you weren't eating," he said, very confused, when Hermione shoved down her shirt.

"Ron," Hermione sighed. "I'm going to have a baby."

"A baby?" Ron then grabbed Hermione, and kissed her; hard. Sure, things were a little out of order, but it was still his child! "Then I'm glad I got you this," Ron said as he fished something out of his pocket, making sure that Hermione couldn't see it. It was a diamond ring. "Hermione Granger," he said. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?" Hermione was speechless. All she could do was nod, and hold out her hand. Ron slid the ring onto her finger, and kissed her again. They talked late into the night, and on one disturbed them.

Hermione curled up on Ron's lap as they lay in bed together. All of a sudden, she burst into a fresh wave of tears. Ron did his best to comfort her.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, baby," he cooed.

"This is all wrong. We can't be parents; we're barely eighteen! We don't have jobs, we never finishes school. The war is reason enough to not have a baby! What are we going to do, Ron!?" Hermione cried. Ron shifted to he was facing Hermione.

"We're going to get through this…together. I wish you had told me about the baby earlier, that way I could be here with you. We're not alone in this; we have my family and your family." Hermione began to shake her head back and forth.

"My Dad's gonna flip! You know how he is. He has a…" Hermione desperately search for the right word. "Temper. He'll want me to get an abortion."

"A what?"
"Kill the baby…my baby! I can't deal with that. Please don't make me do that." Ron wrapped his arms as tight as possible around Hermione.

"No one is going to hurt our baby," he promised. "I'll make sure of that." Hermione seemed to relax in the familiar territory of Ron's arms. Ron still couldn't believe this. They had only had sex once, and it was barely even sex. Now, they were eighteen, without jobs, in the middle of a deadly war that could get them both killed and about to have a child.

"Ron, I'm tired," Hermione said, finally. She got up to change. When she took off her shirt, she felt Ron's arms around her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, giggling slightly at Ron's actions.. Ron buried his face into her hair.

"I want to see my child," he replied.

"Then you'll have to wait until November."

He moaned, "November?"

"But until then, you have me." She turned around in his arms. Ron smiled.

"But you have to let me change." He frowned, and sat on the bed.

Once Hermione had changed, she curled up next to Ron; the only man she had ever loved. When Harry went to see Hermione the next morning, he found the couple asleep. Ron's hand was over Hermione's stomach, and Hermione was curled up next to him. Harry noticed the ring on her finger. Despite all their bickering when they first met, Harry somehow knew they would end up like this.

A/N: I'm gonna SLOWLY revise this story between my "Rent" stories, so I hope you enjoy it!

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