Chapter Two: Harry, Wake up! Mione POV
"I'm worried about Harry," I said to Molly as we left the room he had always shared with Ron when he stayed at the Burrow. "Actually, I'm really fucking worried. It's been a week and a half, shouldn't he be awake by now?"
"Hermione, Harry suffered a great loss, we all did," Molly said. "I lost a son, but Harry lost the first friend he had ever made."
"I know," I sighed. "But it feels like I haven't just lost the man I loved, it feels as if my world has gone to shite."
"He'll wake up dear."
*Two weeks later*
I was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to eat. Nothing was the same anymore without Ron, or Harry, for that matter. The house seemed subdued.
"Morning Mione," Fred said as he sat across from me. "How're you feeling?"
"Like a fucking bloody wreck," I said truthfully. "Yourself?"
"Couldn't have said it better," he answered. "Any improvements on Harry?"
"He's still comatose," I muttered. "I'm scared Fred."
"So am I."
Just then, Ginny ran into the kitchen, panting.
"Harry just said your name, Mione!" she gasped. "Hurry!"
We ran upstairs, up four flights. I was the first the reach Harry's room.
"Harry?" I said tenatively. "It's Hermione."
"Wanted to save...Mione...was going to...marry her," Harry moaned. "Ron...best mate."
"Did he just say what I thought he said?" I asked.
"That Ron was going to marry you?" Fred said. "Yeah, he did."
I sat on the bed that lay a few feet from Harry's. Ron's bed I thought with a start. I picked up the pillow and held it close to me, the indescribable smell of Ron wafted from it. I started crying.
"Mione, please don't cry," Fred said, sitting next to her. "I may not be any blood relation to you, but you're my little sister, I hate to see you upset."
"Thank you Fred," I sobbed. "Harry, please wake up. We need you."
He stirred.
"Mione...loved you...wanted...kids...Hugo...Rose," Harry said, still not himself.
"Hugo? Rose?" I gasped. "I told Ron that I wanted two children, named Hugo and Rose. I never thought he'd remember!"
"Apparently he did," Ginny said comforting me. "He loved you Mione."
"Ring...drawer...why Ron?" Harry was still talking.
"Mione, open Ron's drawer," Fred said. Sure enough, there was a small velvet box inside, on top of a letter. I read it aloud:
Hermione,
If you're reading this, I didn't make it through the battle. I just want you to know that I love you and my last thoughts dying were of you. You made me immensly happy.
I want you to have this ring, I was going to propose to you with it. Since you're reading this, I can assume that I'm gone, buried in the family graveyard just past the garden. I don't expect you to wear it on your left hand, but please, love, wear it however you like.
Hermione, I want you to be happy after I'm gone. I'll understand if you move on and find love with someone else. (Just not Harry, he's already told me of his intentions with Ginny; if he all had lived through the battle, Harry wanted to have a joint wedding - you and me, and him and Gin.)
I love you, Mione.
Eternally yours,
Ronald Bilius Weasley
As I read the last paragraph to Fred and Ginny, they both turned to Harry. Ginny started crying, and laid beside Harry on the bed.
"Please wake up Harry," she whispered to him. "Please love."
I lost all control of my emotions. I broke down on Fred's shoulder.
Just then, Arthur came through the door. "Hermione, Draco's here to speak to you, as you requested." He then noticed Ginny on the bed with now-comatose Harry. I handed him the letter Ron wrote me.
"Harry wants to marry Ginny?" he asked.
"That's what Ron said," I replied, my voice shaking. As Arthur read and reread the letter, I opened the velvet box. Inside, there was a ring. Not just any ring though, the same ring I had admired in Diagon Alley when Ron and I went on our last date before the battle. Somehow, he managed to get back to the Alley without me and purchased the ring.
"Oh, Ron," I whispered as I slipped it onto my right ring finger. "It's beautiful."
Just then, Ginny's voice rose. "Harry James Potter, you wake up this instant so I can tell you how much I love you!"
"He won't Gin," Arthur said. "He needs intense sessions with a mind-healer."
"Then get him one!" she screamed at her father. "I don't care how much it costs! I want Harry back!"
"Genevra, that's already been taken care of," Arthur said. "Draco Malfoy is paying for any and all treatments, and anything else we may need out of his inheiritance."
Just as Arthur finished talking, Draco walked up behind him. Ginny and I stood and ran to him.
Ginny got there first. "Thank you Draco, for giving Harry everything he needs," she said.
Draco put her at an arm's length. "It's my pleasure," he said. "In fact, once Harry is lucid again, and you decide on a wedding date, I'll pay all expenses."
"Draco!" Ginny cried. "Thank you!"
"Move, Gin. It's my turn!" I said. "Dammit, Ginny, let him breathe!"
I gingerly hugged Draco, he was rubbing his ribs where his fucking bitch of an aunt sliced him. "Thank you," I said against his chest.
"For what?"
"Saving my life," I said calmly. Suddenly, I felt sick. "Oh shite."
"What?" everyone said.
"I'm gonna retch!" I gasped. "Loo!"
I ran to the loo, barely making it. I retched everything I had eaten that day. Then it dawned on me...nausea, vomiting...sore breasts...was I pregnant? Ron and I didn't use a contraceptive spell the last time we had had sex. We were trying to get pregnant.
I took a deep breath and walked back into Harry's room.
"Erm...does anyone know a pregnancy-detection spell?" I asked.
"I do," Draco said. I looked at him with shock on my face. "When I was with Pansy, she always flubbed the spell. Damn near killed me everytime she said she might be pregnant...stupid slag."
"Please, just do the spell," I said. "I want to know if I'm carrying Ron's child."
Arthur didn't looked shocked at all that I admitted to having sex with his son; maybe he knew? Fuck, I thought. Our silencing charms probably weren't strong enough; he probably heard everything. Ron did know how to...
"Mione?" Draco asked, I think he had said my name a few times.
"Sorry, well?"
"You're pregnant."
Hope swelled inside me. I was going to have Ron's child. Then..."Oh shit! I'm going to have Ron's child!"
"Mione, calm down!" Ginny suddenly said.
"I can't! I'll be a single mum. I'll be a laughing stock! Ron and I were trying, yes. But we only had sex once unprotected!"
"Hermione, calm down," Arthur said. "Do you see any of us laughing? I'm thrilled you're going to have my first grandchild."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, really. Now, do you have any names picked out?"
"Hugo for a boy, Rose for a girl," I stammered. "I need to lay down."
"Draco, could you fetch the Healer from the kitchen?" Arthur said. "He needs to do Harry's preliminary examination."
"Yes, Arthur."
