Just a cute little one-shot that I wrote when I should be in bed. Enjoy:)

(D.C.- not mine, never will be)

"What the hell?"

"I'm not quite sure what this means...."

"That makes two of us, love."

"Indeed it does."

Hermione and Ron were sitting in their flat's kitchen; half- leaning over a baby book, half- staring at a conceiving spells result. It was pink. Usually that would lead one to a conclusion that the said baby conceived was a little, adorable baby girl; but that being said would lead one to read the spell sheet. It read-

The Conceiving Revealing Spell should be performed as follows:

Hold your wand over your stomach.

Recite: Infantium Fidelis.

Hold your wand over your stomach for approx. three (3) seconds and wait until an light appears at the end of your wand. The color of this light depends on whether you have conceived a child, or not.

Your RESULTS:

Deep, wine RED: Pregnant.

Bright, almost yellow, GREEN: Sorry, not pregnant.

The shade that appeared on the end of Hermione Granger- Weasley's vine and dragon heartstring wand was a light, powder pink. Not a deep wine red, or a yellowish-green.

"Huh... maybe it means were only half pregnant or something," broke the silence. Hermione looked at the speaker- her husband, Ronald Weasley.

"Ronald," she started, sighing and putting her hand to her forehead, rubbing it in confusion. "We can't be 'half pregnant'. There's no such thing."

"Well are you sure you did the spell right?"

She just gave him a look.

"Right, of course you did, what am I thinking..." he said, deep in thought.

The two sat in thought for a moment. Hermione took this time to reflect on her husband, and their current situation.

Her brow wrinkled as she thought, 'We've been trying to get pregnant for almost a year now... I can tell he's getting anxious, as am I... my poor baby. This is all my fault. All my fau-'

"Mione, look!"

She looked at him, then followed his eyes- to the light at the end of her wand; which had turned to a deep, merlot red.

'Holy Mother of Merlin.'

"We're gonna be parents, love!" he shouted, grabbing her off the chair, spinning her around, and kissing her lovingly. "Actual parents."

It took Hermione a second for everything to connect. Then just a second more for her to burst into tears.

"Mione, Mione, what's wrong? Aren't you excited?" Ron asked her worriedly, openly concerned for his wife.

A string of tangled wails followed- "Ronald I'm so sorry this is all my fault-" shaky breath, "all my fault! It took us this long to get pregnant, and I'm so sorry!" she cried, sobbing into his shirt."

"No, no, love. Don't apologize. I couldn't have cared if it took us ten years, the point is- we did it, and it's happening! No need to fret, dear," He spoke softly into her hair, holding her close. Whispering sweet nothings into her ear, until her shaky breaths turned into strong, steady ones.

She looked up at him. "I'm an idiot, aren't I? For thinking that, I mean..." she trailed off, her eyes searching his.

"Only sometimes, love, just don't ever think it without my permission." he joked, his blue sapphire eyes locking with her deep, chocolate brown ones. She hit him lightly, but laughing along with him.

"Thank you for being you," she said after a few minutes of savoring each other's presence, holding him close.

"Never a problem, but the same goes for you, love"

"As it should."

"So what are you thinking for names? I like Hugo..."

"We'll see Ronald. He, or she, still has to be born."

"True, but just saying- I really like Hugo," he nudged her with his hip, and winked.

She just laughed, "Me too, love, me too."

Please, review, I just got back "in" to fanfic, and I need inspiration. Any ideas?

Also, check out my other stories, see anything you like?

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