Love, Loss, and Pregnancy

by Mel Fisher

Would you be able to move on and forget your husband who's body was never recovered to protect your life and the life of your child? Well that's exactly what the Order asked Hermione to do. Rating for language and maybe some violence.

1. Chapter 1

Love, Lose, and Pregnancy

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the odd concept, which actually, now that I think about it, I don't own that, I stole it from American dreams. So all I own is my hyperactive mind and in ability to type today!

A/N: I am incredibly hyper today, and had to get this out of my system, and my fingers are going like 50 miles an hour.

Chapter One:

"Ron!!!" Hermione yelled, running into their room at the Grimwald Place.

"Uggh!" he moaned, rolling over in bed.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Get up, this is important!"

"Is it important enough to wake me up at 4 in the morning!?" Ron said back, getting angry.

Hermione smiled, "I'm pregnant!"

That did it, Ron shot out of bed and grabbed his beautiful wife, kissing her softly. "Oh my gosh, where are we going to fit a crib? Is it a boy or a girl? We have to tell my parents!! Can Harry be the god father?" He grabbed a pair of jeans and started for the door.

Hermione laughed and grabbed his arm. "Calm down, I'm probably not even two weeks yet! And yes, Harry can be the god father!"

Ron smiled back at her and softly touched her stomach, "A baby, were having a baby. How about Ron for a boy, and Ronda for a girl?"

Hermione laughed, "Not over my dead body are we naming it Ronda!! I like Molly."

"My mom would be so happy," Ron said softly, hugging her. "Now let's go tell my parents!"

"For the love of Merlin, I'm going to be a grand mother!!!!!!!! Arthur, I'm going to be a grandmother, and you're going to be a grandfather, we're going to be grandparents!!!!!!!" Molly Weasley screeched squeezing her son to the point of not being about to breath. "Oh kids this is just wonderful! What are you going to name it! And by it I mean girl, because if there is one more red headed boy in this family I am going to go crazy! It's one thing to ha-"

"Mom, you're turning blue!" Ron said as Hermione giggled in the background.

All of a sudden the door to the dinning room flew open and Harry, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, and the twins came bursting in.

"We just heard the news," said George.

"Ickle Ronnikins is gonna be a daddy!" Fred finished, pinching his cheek.

"It better be named after me!!" Harry said, grabbing his best friend in an almost as bone crushing hug as his mother's.

"Actually," Hermione chimed in, "we were think Molly for a girl, and James for a boy."

"Oh my!! You're naming it after me!!!! How sweet!!" Molly said, with tears forming in her eyes.

"James!!! James!! Why not George!!! Come on Ronnikins!" George said, brandishing his fist.

Harry smiled and hugged Hermione, "I think James is a fantastic name."

And Hermione threw up on him.