Hermione stared at the small, white stick.
Pregnant.
She was going to have a baby.
How? She was sure she had taken a strong Contraceptive potion before each...round. She had brewed it herself, and she was confident in her potions skills.
She certainly hadn't counted on the famous Weasley sperm. Seriously, that stuff was a legend. It could probably break through a dozen Contraceptive potions, a birth control pill, and a condom.
Ron was going to be a father.
She winced, not knowing what her husband would do. She knew he hadn't planned on any children, especially only a few weeks after their wedding.
A knock sounded at the bathroom door. "Hermione, are you all right? You've been in there for nearly an hour now."
Hermione's head jerked up and she called back, "I'm fine, Ron, just a few, uh...girl problems."
An embarrassed throat clearing, then Ron knocked again. "Hermione, open up. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
She smiled wistfully. Ron had matured a lot since she first met him, most of it while they were on the run. She wondered how he would react to the newest addition to the family.
I bet he hasn't seen it before, a voice whispered, and Hermione stifled a giggle.
"I'm coming in," Ron announced, giving Hermione a second, in which she shoved the pregnancy test in a drawer, then pushed the door open and walked in.
His blue eyes roved the bathroom, looking for something that would tell what she had been up to. He spotted the slightly open drawer and opened it, pulling out the white stick.
"What's this?" Ron asked, holding the pregnancy test up. He examined it closer, and his eyes widened. He glanced from the stick in his hand to his wife, and back again. "Is this what I think it is?"
Hermione gulped. The big test. "I'm pregnant?" The words came out more like a question than a statement.
The redhead blinked at her. "Pardon?"
Hermione sighed and said, "I'm pregnant."
Ron gaped at his wife. "Did you just say what I think you said?"
"Yes," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
Ron's mouth was hanging open. "You're pregnant?"
Hermione face-palmed. "Yes, Ronald, I'm pregnant!"
"You're pregnant?!"
Ron didn't wait for an answer, instead exclaiming, "You're pregnant!"
"No shit, Sherlock."