"Roses?" asked Ginny. "Yes, I love roses, they're so beautiful," said Hermione. "And that's all you want?" asked Ginny. "Yes," said Hermione, rubbing her stomach. She was now two months pregnant, and her stomach was beginning to get a bit larger. Hermione took out her purse, paid the lady behind the cash register and left. "Oh my, I can't believe it was just two months ago I was helping you plan your wedding," said Hermione, smiling at her friend.
"I know, I just can't believe it, you and Ron, after so many years, you were still in love," said Ginny, smiling. "Come on, let's go to a diner, I'm starving," said Hermione. They found a diner called "Mel's" and sat down at a booth. Hermione immediately ordered 2 cheeseburgers, 2 orders of fries, and two milkshakes. Ginny ordered a coke and fries. When their food came, Hermione immediately began shoveling it into her mouth. "I don't understand you," said Ginny, biting a piece off of one of her fries. "What?" asked Hermione, dunking her fries in ketchup. "I mean, usually pregnant women don't start eating like that until they are at least 4 or 5 months pregnant," said Ginny, taking a drink of her coke. "I dunno, I was the same way with Dylan, I'd be hungry all the time, and he's still the skinniest 5 year old I've ever seen," said Hermione, starting on her second cheeseburger.
"Hang on," said Ginny. "What?" asked Hermione. Ginny grabbed her purse and got up. Hermione could see a pregnancy test box sticking out of it. Ginny left the table and went into the back to go to the bathroom. She came back ten minutes later. "Well?" asked Hermione when she came back. Ginny just shook her head.
"I wish I could get pregnant," said Ginny, sighing. Hermione looked up at Ginny. "I didn't even know you and Harry were trying," said Hermione through a mouthful of burger. "We've been trying ever since we got married," said Ginny, looking down at her hands. "Ginny--" Hermione began. "Maybe I'm not supposed to be a mother," said Ginny. "Oh, Ginny, you know you're fit to be a mother," said Hermione. "We've tried nearly everyday we could," said Ginny. "In other words, you two have been getting busy quite a lot," said Hermione, trying to cheer her up. Ginny managed a weak smile. "Yeah, I guess thats how you could put it," she said. Hermione finished her food and dumped the trash in the trash can nearby. Ginny was still sitting there, her fries only half eaten looking downcast.
"Ginny, it's okay, you'll get pregnant soon," said Hermione. "Maybe," said Ginny. She picked up her coke and fries and tried to dump them in the trash but Hermione grabbed it from her hands and started eating it. They paid at the cash register and left, Ginny still looking upset as Hermione finished her fries. "Look, I know, it's frustrating, but you could be pregnant right now, you never know," said Hermione, throwing her trash in a trash can nearby. "Maybe," said Ginny. They walked halfway down the block when Ginny stopped. "Well, I better get home, Harry and I are supposed to try again," said Ginny. "Okay," said Hermione. She hugged Ginny. "It'll be fine. I swear, it'll happen," said Hermione. "Yeah, it only took you and Ron a couple tries," said Ginny, trying to smile at her friend. "Some people are different," said Hermione. "Yeah, I know," said Ginny. Hermione was just about to turn around, when she remembered.
"Hey, are you still going to watch Dylan on Saturday? Ron and I have to plan his birthday party," said Hermione. "Of course," said Ginny. "Okay, but please, don't try to get pregnant while Dylan's there. I don't want him to walk in on that," said Hermione smiling. Ginny smiled back. "Okay," she said. Ginny left with a pop, and Hermione apparated back to the penthouse apartment where she, Ron, and Dylan lived. Alyssa and Ron had once lived there, with nasty pictures of Alyssa on the walls, but Ron and Hermione had taken them down to be replaced by pictures of them and Dylan they taken previously.
Ron was sitting on the floor with Dylan watching a children's TV show called "Witch Wizard". "Hey," he said. Hermione leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. She sat herself down on the couch. Ron lifted himself off the ground. "We'll be right back Dylan," said Ron, grabbing Hermione's hand and lifting her off the couch. He guided her down one of the long hallways and into their bedroom. When he had shut the door and pushed her lightly against the door and kissed her. Hermione moaned as he began to kiss her neck. "I love you, Mione," he said. "I love you too," she said. They pulled apart. "One month," she said, referring to their marriage. "Oh, I don't know if I can wait that long," said Ron, pulling her towards him and kissing her again with more force. They kissed for nearly 5 minutes before pulling apart. "You know I don't want to either," said Hermione, keeping her arms around his neck. "But we need time to plan," said Hermione, now beginning to kiss him on his neck. Ron gripped the back of her head with his hand. She pulled away. "Let's go back out there with Dylan," said Hermione. "No, one more minute," said Ron, pulling her head to his and pushing their lips together. Hermione, once again, wrapped her arms around him, but pulled away after much longer than a minute. "Ron, come on," she said, trying to pry his hands off her body. "I'm sorry," he said, smiling at her. "It's just I had to go five years without kissing you," said Ron. "Yes, but we have the rest of our lives to kiss, and to do whatever else we want to do to eachother," said Hermione, pulling away from him. "Come on," said Ron, trying to keep her in his arms. "No, Dylan's out there," said Hermione. "Fine," said Ron.
They went back into the living room where Dylan was, only to find him sleeping on the floor. Ron walked forward and picked him up. He carried him to his room, which was across the hall from theres, and put him in his bed. Hermione tucked him in and kissed his forehead before shutting the door quietly behind her. Hermione took a quick shower and went to bed. Ron joined her nearly 10 minutes later, putting his arm around her as she slept.
Hermione woke up the next morning to find that Ron was not next to her. She was just about to get up when the door opened and Ron came in carrying a tray of delicious smelling breakfast, shutting the door behind him. "Oh, good, you're awake," he said. Hermione smiled at him. He set down the tray in front of her and Hermione began eating a delicious breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, and orange juice. Ron just watched her as she ate everything on the tray. "Do you want anything else?" he asked her as soon as she had finished. "Just you," she said, smiling. She took the tray off of her and grabbed Ron around the neck. She kissed him and pulled him on top of her.
"Mommy? Daddy?" came a voice from the doorway. Ron lifted himself off Hermione. "Can I have some food too? I'm hungry," said Dylan. "Yeah, of course, Dylan," said Ron. Hermione tried to get up. "No," said Ron, putting his hand on her arm. "I got it," he said. She smiled up at him, and let her head fall onto the pillow. Ron and Dylan left the room. After about 15 minutes, Ron came back in. "You have practice today, don't you?" Hermione asked. "Yeah," said Ron. "And I have a game tomorrow," he said.
Ron was supposed to be on tour with the Cannons, but he had refused to be away from Hermione. He hadn't quit, but he said the only way he would stay on the team is if he would stay with Hermione and Dylan and apparate to all his practices and games. Luckily, after getting back together with Hermione, Ron's keeper skills got much better, and they hadn't lost a single game since.
"Hopefully it won't last long," said Ron. "No, practice. Dylan and I will be fine," said Hermione. "I've been looking in the ads for houses," said Ron. Hermione lifted herself into a sitting position. "And?" she said. Ron picked up the paper off the floor on the side of his bed. He found the real estate pages and showed it to Hermione. "Oh, I love these, they look beautiful," said Hermione, pointing to a few houses. "Well, I was hoping we could find one soon, because I don't want you to have the baby while we're still moving, so..." said Ron. "That's good," said Hermione. After Hermione had found out she was pregnant, they had both decided moving was the best thing. For one, there was no point in living in such a large apartment, mainly because they could never find the room they had been in once before, and because the apartment was way too expensive. Ron admitted he had only kept it before because Alyssa told him to.
"How about next week?" said Ron. "Sure, well, Dylan's birthday is Tuesday, and you have a match on Wednesday, so how about Thursday? I can always ask Ginny if she'll look after Dylan for a while," said Hermione. "Or mum, she's been begging to take care of him," said Ron. "Alright," said Hermione. "Well, I've got to go to the store," said Ron. "Ron, you've already done so much this morning, let me..." began Hermione. "No, I want you to relax," said Ron. "Ron, I'm only two months pregnant, it's not going to kill me to get up," said Hermione. "I know, but I want to do it," said Ron. "Fine," said Hermione. "I love you, be back soon," said Ron, kissing her. "Bye," she said.
After about an hour of watching TV, Hermione got up and checked on Dylan. He was happily playing with his toys in his room. Hermione suddenly remembered that today was the day Luna was expecting her and Neville's child. "Oh no," she said to herself. She realized she'd have to drop Dylan off at her parents house if Luna did have the baby today, since Ron would be gone. Luckily, Luna called her nearly an hour later and told her that the baby wouldn't be coming until later on in the week.
When Ron came back, his arms were filled with groceries and Hermione helped him put away the food. "Oh my," said Hermione, looking at everything he had gotten. "Are we feeding an entire third world country?" she asked, smiling at him. "No," he said. "I just thought you'd like all this..." he said. Hermione put on an offended face. Ron saw her expression and stuttered. "I just meant that..." he began in a shaky voice. Hermione smiled and shook her head. "I was just kidding," she said. Ron smiled back in relief.
Ron left for Quidditch practice several hours later, and Hermione was left alone with Dylan. They played games for a couple hours and then watched TV. Ron returned home 3 hours later. "There's no way we're going to lose," he said, smiling at her. Hermione put Dylan to bed while Ron took a shower, and one hour later, Hermione and Ron were curled up on the couch (which was no longer ugly and flowery) getting ready to watch a movie called Juno. Or rather, they were ready to makeout for two hours, as they always did when they were "watching" a movie. "Hey Hermione," said Ron suddenly. "Yeah?" asked Hermione. "I'm worried about Dylan," he said. Hermione looked at him. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well, you told me he's never done anything, well, you know, magical," he said. "So?" asked Hermione. "Well, it's just, everyone in my family showed signs of magic at a much younger age," he said. Hermione just looked at him.
"Well, at age 3, Bill fell into the lake out by our house and somehow he managed to get himself back to the surface. And it was nearly 30 feet deep. When Percy was four he stuck his hand in the fire but nothing happened. When Ginny was 2 Mum accidentally dropped a bottle of butterbeer on the floor. Ginny walked right over it, the glass and all and she had no cuts on her feet. And when I was 3 I opened up my crib and fell out, but when my head hit the floor it was if it was soft, not hard at all," he ranted. Hermione loved listening to him rant. She thought it was cute. "But what does that have to do with Dylan?" she asked. "Well, what if, you know, what if he's a Squib?" asked Ron. "No, I mean, he can't be. Both of us are- I mean he has to be a wizard," she said, trying to convince herself. "Yeah, but sometimes things go wrong, you know. I mean, it happens all the time. Like Filch for example, he was born into an entire family of Wizards, but he never had any magical powers," said Ron.
"Look, just because he hasn't shown any ability to do magic doesn't mean he never will," said Hermione. "Hermione, you're the smart one. You should know that if the child doesn't show any magical ability before the age of 5 usually means he isn't magical at all," said Ron. "What about me? I didn't know I was a witch until I got my letter," Hermione said sharply. "Well, you're Muggle-born," said Ron. "So what you're saying is that you'd be ashamed if he was a Squib?!" she said, jumping up. "Of course not, it's just, he's our first son, and I really looked forward to seeing him off to Hogwarts!" Ron retaliated. "No, you're ashamed!" cried Hermione, walking off down the hallway. Ron jumped off the couch and followed her. She went back into their room, Ron followed her and shut the door behind him. "Look, I wouldn't be ashamed. I'd be disappointed but not ashamed," he said. "Don't you dare say anything to Dylan about it," said Hermione, advancing on Ron. "I won't," he said, raising his hands in the air as if he was innocent.
"If he turns out to be a Squib, then fine, I'm okay with that," said Hermione. "Okay!" said Ron. "And still, we still have this baby along the way," said Hermione. "And hopefully more," said Ron, trying to calm her down. She did not smile. "I'm sorry," he said. "I know, I didn't mean to blow up at you like that. I guess I'm a little scared too," admitted Hermione, sitting down on the bed. Ron sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. "I'm sorry for scaring you," he said. "I know," she said. "Look, everything will be fine. Maybe Dylan's just a late bloomer, that's all," said Ron. "I feel the same way. He's our first born, and I want to send him off to Hogwarts too," said Hermione. "Everything will be better in the morning, let's get some sleep," said Ron. They each got their showers and went to bed.
Hermione woke up the next morning, Ron had already left to get ready for his Quidditch Match, and Hermione lay in bed, deciding she would watch go and watch him. She fixed her and Dylan breakfast. They watched TV for a while and Hermione made lunch. After lunch, Hermione dropped Dylan off at her parents house ("Honestly, take him with you, one time, he'd love to see it!"). Hermione, however, refused to take Dylan to any Quidditch matches at the risk of him getting hurt.
She apparated to Knight field, where the match was taking place. The Cannons were once again playing Puddlemere United, whom they would play many times while on their tour. Hermione found the Cannons locker room, and saw Ron, the only one in the room, who was pacing back and forth. "Hey!" Hermione said. Ron stopped pacing and saw her. "Hey!" he said, walking forward. He lifted her up and kissed her, Hermione wrapped her legs around him. He lowered her down to the ground and they pulled apart. "Where is everyone?" asked Hermione. "Already out there," said Ron. "I'm so sorry about last night," said Ron. "Good luck," said Hermione, smiling up at him. She kissed him again and left. She found herself a seat up in the stands and Ron entered the Pitch. He mounted his Nimbus 3000 and took off towards the hoops.
"And this is April Adams, commentating for the match of Puddlemere United versus the Chudley Cannons. And the Quaffle's up! Adams from the Cannons gets it first. He's rocketing down the Pitch, and passes it to Trucy who puts it in. Nice try, Wood. Oh, and beater Kelly from the Cannons hits a bludger towards Bugley, and it misses him by an inch..." said Adams.
The Cannons made 12 more goals, and Ron saved 13, only missing 2. The seekers were still darting around the pitch. Then, it all happened at once. The Bludger, hit by Plickley from Puddlemere, soared past its intended target, Flunt from the Cannons, and struck Ron in the chest. He fell off his broom, which soared away. He fell all the way to the ground, landing on his back. Hermione jumped and screamed in terror. She apparated herself down to Ron. He was moaning, holding his stomach. "Ron!" she cried, kneeling down. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" someone behind her yelled. It was the Paramedics. They examined Ron and determined he had only broken a couple bones. Hermione stepped around so that her feet were close to Ron's head. She looked down at him. And suddenly his eyes got wide. "HERMIONE! LOOK OUT!" he managed to yell. Hermione felt something hard hit her head and she fell forward, landing on her stomach.
She fell unconscious and she woke up only for a few seconds when she was being rolled along a long hallway in what felt like a bed. Ron was running along beside her, his hand clutching her bloody one. Her head had been burst open, and blood was all over her and Ron's clothes. "It'll be alright," Ron said. She fell unconscious again and finally woke up, several hours later. Her head still hurt and she could hear voices nearby speaking.
She looked around her and saw Ron. He was clutching her hand. He was crying hard. When he saw she was awake and rubbed her face with his hands. "Ron, honey, I'm fine, it's ok," she said, smiling up at him. "No, it's not," he said. "What happened?" asked Hermione. "You fell on your stomach. They think we lost the baby," he said, tears puring down his face.