TITLE:: Almas Veritas

RATING:: R (just in case. But I don't think I'll write smut for this story)

DISCLAIMER:: I don't own Harry Potter and it's universe. It all its property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. If I get sued, the only thing they can take from me is my phone, nothing else.

SUMMARY:: Hermione has a surprise that will shock Harry and Ron. Her best friends will do anything to support her and help her. What will happen when Ginny finds out Hermione's secret? What will happen to their friendship if it was already broken? This story takes place 3 years after the last book but H/G and Her/R NEVER happened.

FEEDBACK:: Yes, please! But I beg for mercy. And just in case, this is my email: aleemily_. (in case somebody wants to send me an email with a question or anything)

PAIRING:: Hermione/Ginny… and some of Harry/Luna.

A/N:: There won't be angst, this is pure fluff. Just a tiny, tiny bit of drama but nothing else… I only write fluff so expect A LOT of that from me, lol.

CHAPTER 1- Surprise?

It was a calmed morning in the Burrow. The chickens were scattered in the front yard and the magical flowers left a sweet scent in the air.

With a low 'pop a figure appeared in the yard. The tall brunette woman was wearing jeans and a deep red fitting ¾ sleeved top under the black traveling cloak. The brunette took a deep breath and entered the small kitchen, where she found Ron Weasley and his sister Ginny were eating lunch. Molly Weasley was cleaning the pans by the sink but as soon as she saw her, the older woman dried her hands and greeted her with a warm hug.

"Hermione, dear! Nice to see you. Do you want some lunch?" Molly Weasley asked her after pulling away.

"It's nice to see you too, Ms. Weasley. And thank you, but I had some lunch at home," Hermione responded and gave her a small smile.

Molly frowned for a second and looked at her. The brunette seemed tired, like she hadn't gotten much sleep lately, and her eyes were rimmed with red, as if she had been crying. Hermione didn't look at her, knowing the older woman would be able to see the signs…

"Are you sure? You look so thin-" Molly cut herself off and simply smiled. "Please, sit down, dear."

The 20 year old girl shook her head. After so many years, the woman was still trying to fat them up.

Hermione looked at Ron, who seemed to engrossed in his food to actually noticed that there was somebody else in the room. Ginny wasn't looking at her either but Hermione knew the redhead girl was more than aware of her presence.

"Hello, Ronald." Hermione gave her best friend a small smile and watched amused how they boy took a long swim from his glass of pumpkin juice before speaking. Atleast his manners had improved a little and he didn't speak with his mouth full of food any more.

"Hey, Hermione. What are you doing here?" Ron asked bluntly.

"I actually came to talk to you. Harry said he'd be here too," Hermione answered calmly and then looked at Ginny. She missed the warms hugs the redhead girl used to give her every time she entered the house. "Hello, Ginevra."

Ginny never looked at her.

"Hello, Hermione."

Ron finished his second plate of food and patted his stomach.

"So, what you want to talk about?"

"Can we wait for Harry to get here? If none of you mind, I would like to wait in the living room," Hermione said and looked at Molly, wanting to know if she didn't mind.

"Of course, dear, go. Would you like me to bring you some tea, coffee, juice?" Molly asked with a kind smile.

"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like some warm milk…with honey?"

Molly smiled and nodded. Hermione gave her a small smile before walking inside the living room. The brunette sat on the couch and put her hands on her lap. If Hermione noticed that both Molly and Ginny were looking at her, she didn't show it. Her whole body was tensed up and she was staring into space, something was very wrong, that much they could tell. Of course Ron seemed to be the only one who didn't notice.

As Molly grabbed her son's plate, she leaned in to whisper to him.

"Go see what's wrong with Hermione."

"What about her?" Ron asked, completely oblivious.

"Are you seriously blind, Ronald?" Ginny exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "Go and be a good friend."

"Then, why don't you go?" Ron shoot back. "Aren't you supposed to be her best girl-friend?"

"She doesn't need me right now, you go," Ginny said and forced herself to not feel defeated.

Ron never got to respond because Harry entered the kitchen, sweating and with his glasses hanging from his ear. The young man fixed his glasses and smiled at his surrogate family and greeted Molly with a small but warm hug.

"How are you, guys?" Harry said after giving Ginny a small hug. "Has Hermione arrived? She said she wanted to talk."

"She's in the living room, mate," Ron said and pointed with his thumb over his shoulder.

Harry looked at the living room and saw Hermione on the couch. Instantly, he knew something was very wrong. He looked at Molly as the older woman carried a tray with warm milk and a pot of honey to the living room and placed it on the coffee table. Harry looked at Ginny. Most people wouldn't notice it but Ginny looked tired, exhausted actually, and simply…defeated…Harry had a hunch about why it would be but he didn't comment anything.

"Do you know what's wrong with her?" Harry asked Ginny but the redhead shook her head.

"No. But she doesn't want me to find out." Ginny looked up to Harry. "If she did, she would have come to me first."

Harry nodded. It was true, Hermione had always gone to Ginny first to talk about anything, specially if it was something personal that the boys wouldn't understand. Harry looked at Ron.

"C'mon, Ron, let's go."

Ron and Harry entered the living room and Harry knelt in front of Hermione just like she had done once when he had gone into a sort of catatonic state after one of his nightmares. Harry took her smaller hands between his. Hermione reacted and launched herself into Harry's arms, hugging him as if her life depended on it. Harry shot Ron a look and the redhead boy closed the door.

Ginny shifted in her chair, crossed her arms across her chest and frowned. She knew she didn't have the right to feel hurt that Hermione wasn't talking to her, besides from the formal greeting. It had been her fault, after all…The redhead sighed and hung her head when her mother placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Why didn't you go to talk to her?" Molly asked her daughter.

"She doesn't want to talk to me, mom," was all Ginny said and sighed again.

"Why? What happened? You two were so close and one day just-"

"Please, just let it go, mom. What happened is in the past, I can't change it."

"Why don't you talk to-" Molly was cut off by Ron's high pitched voice.

"You're PREGNANT?"

Both Molly's and Ginny's jaws hit the floor. Hermione was pregnant?

"Oh my…" Molly's hand covered her mouth.

"Shut up, Ron!" Harry's voice followed.

In the living room, Harry sat next to Hermione and held her while she sobbed. Ron was furious! Somebody had dared to hurt Hermione! The bastard who had dares to hurt his best friend was going to suffer! Ron willed down his anger and knelt down in front of her.

"Hermione, tell me…did somebody…I swear if somebody hurt you, they're going to pay…" Ron took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Tell me."

Hermione wiped her tears with the handkerchief that Harry had given her and placed a hand on Ron's shoulder. Hermione gave him a small smile.

"Ron, calm down. I wasn't…forced. I promise you, I wasn't. But thank you for the offer," Hermione said half-joking.

Ron sighed and hugged Hermione. Atleast nobody had hurt her…Harry kept one arm around Hermione's shoulder.

Harry couldn't deny that he was relieve too. When Hermione said that she was pregnant, that had been the first thought that crossed his mind. The raven-haired young man let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"We are here for anything you need, Hermione," Harry said. Hermione smiled at him and Harry gave her a little mischievous smile. "Although I wouldn't let Ron babysit, if I were you," he joked and Hermione let out a small laugh.

"Hey!" Ron was going to keep protesting but he realized Harry just wanted to make her laugh. "You know, that is probably a good idea. Uncle Ron won't be the best influence." Ron winked and Hermione laughed again.

"You two silly boys won't ever change, will you?"

"And you love us for it," Harry joked.

"You wouldn't use have us in any other way and you know it, Granger," Ron joked too.

Hermione took a deep breath and sighed. She felt so much better. The brunette knew that her two best friends would be there for her. After all they had faced together, this was probably the scariest adventure of all…

"That I do. Thank you, both," Hermione said honestly. "I mean-"

"Don't," Harry cut her off. "We're a family, after all, aren't we?" In any other circumstance, Harry would have felt extremely embarrassed to say something like that but he knew his best friend needed to be reminded that they were indeed a family.

"We're the Golden Trio, Hermione. We can face anything together," Ron said, only half-joking, and the tip of his ears turned an adorable shade of red.

"Hermione, I…" Harry hesitated but he needed to ask. "Who is…um…"

Hermione shook her head.

"Please, don't ask me that."

There was a knock on the door and Molly Weasley entered the living room. The older woman that both Harry and Hermione saw as a mother figure sat besides Hermione and pulled her into a warm embrace.

Ron and Harry moved and sat on the other couch, to give them space to talk.

"How are you feeling, dear? This is a lot to deal with," was all Molly said.

Hermione pulled away from her and wiped away the fresh tears from her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Weasley, what you must think-"

"Please, dear, calm down," Molly cut her off. "Stress is no good for the baby." The older woman gave her a warm smile. "And I think nothing. I don't think any less of you. I'm actually quite excited! A baby is always wonderful news!"

If you just knew…

"Thank you, Ms. Weasley. You have been so good to me all these years and I can't thank you enough."

"You could start by listening to me and call me Molly, dear," Molly said smiling and then grew serious. "Hermione, you and Harry had been part of this family for a long time. So I hope you know that you can count on me for anything. I know I'm not your mother but I hope that as a woman talking to another woman, you know that I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Molly. Specially after what happened with my parents, you have been…You and…Arthur have been wonderful," Hermione said honestly, for a second allowing herself to remember how supportive and loving and caring they Weasleys have been after the death of her parents years before…

Molly pulled her into another hug and then smiled after pulling away.

"Now, tell me. How far along are you?" Asked excited.

"Eight weeks. I went to St. Mungo's today," Hermione answered.

"Any morning sickness yet?"

"Not yet but according to what I read, some women don't have them at all."

"Trust me, the only pregnancy that gave me problems at all was the twins'," Molly commented with a slight frown and Hermione let out a small laugh at knowing that the twins caused troubles even before being born.

"But that is not a surprise, right?" Hermione asked.

"You have no idea." Suddenly Molly clasped her hands together and let out a high pitched squealed, which was incredibly similar to Ron's. "We must invite everyone! We must have a party!"

"Molly, I don't think-"

"Nonsense, Hermione! This calls for a celebration! What do you think about Friday night?"

"Well, I-"

"It's decided, then!" Molly practically jumped from the seat and left the room, excited.

Hermione shook her head. She couldn't really grasp what had just happened…Just a couple of hours ago she was shocked and couldn't even believe this whole situation was happening and now she was actually…happy. The brunette knew her friends would support her but she didn't expect… end up with Molly Weasley planning a party for her…

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry was looking at her, concern written all over his face.

"Yes." Hermione hesitated. "Did I just agree to let her throw a party?" The brunette asked her two friends.

"Yes, you did," Harry answered and smiled.

"You allowed mom to plan a party. Have you lost your mind, Hermione?" Ron said although they knew he was joking.

Molly entered the room again.

"Hermione, dear. Are you staying for dinner?"

"Thank you, Molly, but I think I should go back," Hermione answered and stood up.

"Do you have plans, Hermione?" Harry asked and she knew that he knew she was going to be all alone in her flat.

"No but-" Molly cut her off again.

"Then it's settled. You're staying, Hermione," Molly said before leaving the room again.

"Alright, I guess…"

"Hey, why don't you spend the night here?" Ron asked. "That way you won't have to go alone later."

"I…" Hermione hesitated and bit her lower lip. The brunette looked down for a second. "Thank you but I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not? You've stayed here plenty of times," Ron reasoned.

"Because…" Hermione tried to find a reason but she couldn't come up with anything without revealing the truth. "Because it isn't, Ronald."

"Luna and I have been meaning to ask you if you wanted to move in with us, Hermione," Harry said. "We know that most of the time you're all alone, Hermione. All the time. We don't like it, and now that you're pregnant, I like it even less. You know there are plenty of rooms in Grimmauld Place. You and the baby can have all the space you both will need. You won't be alone all the time and Luna won't either. You know I worry about her being alone while I'm at the school…"

"Harry-"

"Hey, that's a good idea, mate!" Ron exclaimed and patted Harry's back.

"Harry, really, I wouldn't put you in that position-"

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up." Harry walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I was trying to be nice, but you don't have a choice, really."

Hermione bit her lip again.

"Are you sure, Harry? Specially now."

"Of course. And that's it. You're moving with Luna and I," Harry said, smiling and hugged his best friend.

"Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate what you're doing for me," Hermione said before pulling away.

"Say no more. It will be our pleasure to have you with us," Harry said.

What the Golden Trio didn't know was the Ginny had been listening from outside. She was standing under the window of the living room. The redhead's eyes were big as saucers, they have been like that since she heard Hermione saying that she was eight weeks pregnant… And she knew that Hermione had only had sex with two people: one in her seventh year at Hogwarts and…two months ago…

Two months ago…she had sex two months ago…She's pregnant… Thos words kept repeating themselves inside Ginny's mind, over and over again until it hit her. Almas Veritas!

A/N:: Okay, guys! That was the first Chapter! Don't worry, any question you may have, will be answered in the next Chapters… I truly hope you liked this Chapter and want more.