So finally the next chapter! Thank you so much for waiting through this very long hiatus. Hopefully, the upcoming summer break will give me lots of time to write and get my ideas together. Thanks again and I really hope you all enjoy!

Seeing as it was almost the end of the month when I went to go see the apartment, everything was rushed in order to be moved in by the first of the next month. All proper documents were signed within the week and before I knew it, I was repacking my belongings out of Aunt Rachel's and into my new apartment. I'm not going to lie, I was pretty excited.

My anger with Ron eventually went away. I began to realize that I was going to have to get used to all his negative qualities, especially if I'm going to be living with him. Same goes for him. I know that ever since I've become pregnant, I've been a bit... unbearable.

The day before we were set to move in, I showed Aunt Rachel the apartment. All she had to is how lucky I am and that she would absolutely help Ron and I move in. She even said she's going to buy us furniture. Couches and a coffee table, but furniture nonetheless.

With each passing day, school seemed a little more bearable. I didn't receive as many stares and the whispering definitely decreased. I haven't been crying, so that's an improvement.

As we promised Harry and Ginny, Ron and I gave them a personal tour of the place. They both seemed to like it. They also said they would gladly help us move in.

The first of April arrived and while most teenagers were out pulling pranks on unsuspecting victims, I was moving in with the father of my child. I was hesitant about taking the day off school but decided that although it might ruin my perfect attendance record, my reason for skipping is much more important. Besides if I did go, I'd have to leave Ron and Aunt Rachel alone together for six hours and I don't think either one would have been okay with that. They still weren't completely comfortable around each other yet.

Being the pregnant one, I had to do very little work.. I used the elevator to being up items that weren't very heavy. That included bags of clothes and a few pillows. Meanwhile, Harry, Ginny, and Aunt Rachel were all getting to know each other. I felt a tremendous relief that all the people helping me through this were getting along great.

The previous night, Ron called and nervously asked about our sleeping arrangements. I casually replied that we are living together, not sleeping together, so two beds in the master bedroom should be just fine. Aunt Rachel, ever the saint, allowed me to keep the bed I slept in while at her house.

At around seven, Harry, Ginny, and Aunt Rachel left. Aunt Rachel informed me that she arranged for the furniture she bought us to arrive Monday at four so I wouldn't have to worry about missing school again. Of course I thanked her for that.

"So here we are." Ron said as he came to meet me in the kitchen after walking our first ever guests out.

"Yeah." I smiled.

"You hungry?"

"Starving."

"You in the mood for anything specific?" He asked.

"I've been craving chicken and broccoli all day." With a smile, he picked up his car keys from the table and said, "Be right back." I nodded as he left.

Half an hour later, I was sitting in the kitchen table reading a book and he reentered, carrying a bag of Chinese in one hand and a fresh baked pie in the other.

"Where'd you get that from?" I asked as I put down the book and the smell of the pie invaded my nostrils.

"Mrs. McGonagall from next door made it for us."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I was stepping off the elevator as she was leaving her apartment. She was going to bring it over but she didn't want to leave her granddaughter alone in the apartment so she just gave it to me. She asked about you, how you're doing and stuff."

"What did you say to her?"

"That you're fine and the pregnancy is treating you well."

"You told her I'm pregnant?"

"She already knew. Like I said, what other explanation is there? And you're the one who told her we're not together." I shrugged it off and reached for the bag of food.

Shortly after, Ron spoke again.

"So I guess now would be a good a time as any to tell you that I told my family about you."

"You did?" I turned to him. I kind of figured he did. I mean, how else could he have taken his bed and most of his belonging from his house without raising any suspicion from his family? But it was still nice to be assured.

"Yeah."

That's it?

"So what did they say? How did they take it?"

"Well, they were pissed. My parents mostly. My brothers didn't really know how to react."

"Oh." I replied. "So you told your whole family."

"No. Only the twins and my parents were there. They all wish I'd brought you though."

"You should have called me. I would have gone over."

"Nahh, it's fine but they still want to meet you."

"Right, of course. That's understandable."

"So I told them we'd be coming over for dinner on Saturday."

What?!

"Wait, when did you tell them?"

"The day after you said yes about getting the apartment."

"Oh. Well, that's two days away."

He shrugged. "Might as well get it over with right?" I nodded. "I also told them about your aunt and they think it's a good idea if she comes too. My parents want to discuss matters with her and stuff."

"Okay. That's reasonable too. I'll call her tomorrow."

"Okay." He nodded.

Once we finished eating, we cleaned up and got ready for bed. Our individual ones obviously. Just as he was about to shut the lights off, I spoke.

"Ron?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for telling your family about me."

He smiled.

"No problem, Hermione. Good night."

"Good night, Ron."

Before leaving for school the next morning, I called Aunt Rachel and told her about the dinner at Ron's parents' house the next day. Her reaction when I told her that Ron had told his family about me was similar to mine, but I'm sure she was probably more relieved.

Since Ron and I are officially living together, it made sense we would carpool to school. It didn't seem logical, however, to half our school's population who stared at us as if they've never seen two people in a car before when Ron pulled into the lot. I already yelled and publicly embarrassed myself in front of these people a couple of days ago. Did I really have to do it again so early in the morning?

The stares didn't seem to bother Ron. Then again, he was popular before he knocked me up so he's probably just used to all the attention.

We stepped out of the car and the vultures still wouldn't stop looking. They were scattered around the lot but they kind of made this huge circle. If they didn't disperse soon , Ron and I won't be able to get into the school.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted the silence.

"Well, either Brad Pitt's in town or you guys really want to see Ron and Hermione." As Ginny' emerged from the crowd, everyone turned to look at her. "They're not going to hold a press conference or anything. Shoo!" And like birds, they flew off and continued doing what they were doing before the Future Teen Parents showed up.

As the crowd cleared, I saw Ginny approaching us, smiling to herself at what she had just done. Harry was right behind her.

"Hello, you two." She greeted.

"Hey." Ron said and turned to me. "I'll see you later okay?" I nodded. "Call or text me if something happens."

"I will." He nodded once, kissed my cheek, and headed off towards the school with Harry. Ron never kissed my cheek in front of our friends before so I know I'll be hearing something about it from Ginny later.

"So you two all settled in?" She asked.

"Yep." I responded and started walking towards the school as well. "Once the furniture Aunt Rachel bought for us is delivered on Monday, it'll really feel complete." She grinned.

"I love your aunt by the way. She's so nice! After we left the apartment, she bought me and Harry dinner." Her eyes widened and she gulped, almost as if she wasn't supposed to say that.

"Did she?" Aunt Rachel hadn't mentioned that when I spoke to her this morning.

"Uh huh. Nothing fancy, just pizza. But it was nice, we got to know each other a lot more, which is important because of you and all."

"You guys talked about me?" I hate when people do that.

"No. We just got to know each other better."

"Hmm. Okay." We walked all the way to our lockers without saying a word, until I decided I would tell Ginny what Ron told me last night. "So Ron told his family about me... us...the baby."

"Really?" Her eyes widened a little too much if you ask me.

"Yep. And now tomorrow night, I'm having dinner with the Weasleys." I took out a couple of notebooks and closed my locker.

"Meeting the parents already huh?" She nudged me.

"Please don't make this a bigger deal then it needs to be Ginny." I replied back almost instantly.

"Right because you're only meeting your future child's paternal grandparents." I gave her a straight face.

"This isn't funny Ginny. This meeting has to go well." I walked down to hall towards homeroom.

"You say it like it's a business, Hermione."

"It's not but," I turned to her. "I mean, I don't have much. I don't know how much they have. My parents aren't helping me at all. This is hard enough as it is and I don't know what I'm going to do!" I whined. Ginny, for some reason, looked skeptical. Not exactly the reaction I was expecting. She clearly knows something I don't.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice sounding different.

"Yeah." She nodded for assurance. "Just fine." I didn't believe her. "Well, good luck tomorrow night." She reached up, hugged me, waved to the baby, and walked down the hall.

We have the same homeroom.

At six o'clock in the evening the next day, Ron and I stepped into his car and made our way to his parents' house. I honestly don't know how I felt. I'm good around adults. They always seemed to like me. But this is the first pair of adults I'm going to meet that I'm pretty sure already have a negative attitude towards me.

I was mentally going over what I should say and how I should act, when Ron's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Don't be scared alright? My parents are…well, I'll just say… you'll get used to them."

Scared? I'm nervous but nowhere near scared.

"Ron, I'm not scared. I'm sure your parents are lovely. Well, if they're anything like you then you're right. They might take some time to get used." We laughed. "I'm joking. But I'm sure they're not as bad as you're making them out to be."

"Just stay calm alright? You've got to understand that the things they are going to ask are only so they can know you better. Don't get…offended or anything."

Now I was starting to get a little scared. I could barely take it when the kids at school were talking bad about me. How am I going to take it from my future kid's grandparents?

"O-kay?" I tried not to sound frightened.

"Onto something else," Ron changed the subject, "when's your aunt getting there?"

"She just got off work so she should be shortly after us."

"Alright."

"So is there anything else I should know? About your parents, I mean?" He kept his eyes on the road but spoke.

"Just be yourself. Believe me, around my parents, that is the best advice you can get."

I didn't respond but instead waited for him to stop the car and tell me that we had arrived.

But he didn't do that.

He didn't stop until we got into the most northern part of town. Where the wealthy people usually reside.

"We're here." He spoke as he got out of the car and came around to open the door for me.

"Are you okay?" he must have taken notice of my still form.

I wanted to respond, but I had absolutely nothing to say. I blinked in an attempt to return to Earth. I managed to get my lips to move but no sound came out. When I did finally manage to speak I could only speak three words.

"You live here?"

"No, I live with you. The rest of my family lives here." He replied calmly.

This would have been one of those times where I gave him a straight face. But I was too mesmerized by what I was looking at to do anything. Through the windshield, I stared at one of the most beautiful houses I've ever seen. A two-story white building with about half a dozen windows and a chimney on either side stood in front of me. There was a balcony overlooking the front yard from the second floor right above the front door. A two car garage stood on the right.

"You're…. you're rich. Your family's wealthy?!" I turn to him as I said the last sentence.

"Umm, yeah."

"Well, why didn't you tell me?" I quickly got out of the car and closed the door.

"I…I didn't think it was important."

"You didn't think telling me your parents are wealthy was important? Ron, we're about to have a baby! One of the most important we're going to need is money and you didn't think it was necessary to tell me that you have who knows how much stored away somewhere?"

"I thought you figured it out. I mean, look at my car, my clothes, and how else did you think I could rent an apartment for us if I don't even have a job?" I took this moment to look at him. There was no mistaking the designer clothes and I'm sure if I take more notice of his casual clothes, I'll be able to tell that they too are from expensive brands. I turned my head to look at the hood of the car. There written on the black ring surrounding the blue and white circle were the letters BMW. I gasped at him and shook my head.

"Okay well I'm still a little ticked off that you didn't tell me-."

"I'm sure there's always going to be something about me that ticks you off." I ignored him.

"I'm assuming your parents are basically paying for the apartment?"

"Yes, but we'll get more into that once we get inside. Come on." He took my hand in one of his and locked the car with his other. When we got to the front door, he rang the doorbell.

"Don't you have a key?"

"I don't live here anymore remember?" He reminded me. I let out a breath.

"Right."

A few seconds later, the front door opened.

I hope you guys don't start thinking that Hermione is after Ron's money, because that is absolutely NOT the case! Next chapter will be up ASAP. Thanks for reading! Please review!