Author's Note: Second chapter. Sorry for the delay folks, darn exams getting in the way of the much more important fanfiction! Hope to update more through the week.

I don't own the characters or any rights to them, I just promise to treat them better than hollywood did!

This story is based inbetween the final battle with Voldemort, but before the 'epilogue' on platform 9&¾. Enjoy

"Good morning, dear. Time to wake up." Mrs Weasley gently propped the bedroom door open and walked in with a tray laden with breakfast.

Hermione groaned, held her stomach and ran from the room.

Mrs Weasley, who had quickly dodged to the side, frowned with concern until she heard sounds coming from the bathroom that made her smile knowingly. She had poured a cup of tea and added sugar ready by the time Hermione reappeared.

"Sorry about that." She looked paler and fairly embarrassed.

"No need to apologise, I've been there. Here," She handed over the cup of tea, smiling kindly, "That should help."

Hermione returned her smile then looked down doubtfully at her breakfast tray.

"It's okay, dear, just eat what you can. I wonder if... Hmm."

Hermione warily took a bite of the buttery toast, it tasted very good, the Weasley's home baked bread always did to her, but she wasn't sure the baby agreed.

Mrs Weasley was still lost in thought and only stirred slightly when Hermione ran for the bathroom a second time. When she returned to the room, Mrs Weasley had come to a decision, "Yes, try and eat some of the porridge, I left it plain so it should be okay, but I think I know a potion that will help. Well, it worked for me."

"Really? Oh thank you, but we've such a busy day..."

"Never mind that, we need you at your best don't we?" She smiled again, "And besides Ginny can help, she's been up for hours!"

Mrs Weasley left the room talking softly to herself, "Yes, mint for tranquillity and daisy root for peace." Hermione sat back down on the bed and set about eating the porridge before it got cold and talked quietly to her growing bump about how he or she was going to let her eat and keep down her breakfast.

Meanwhile, Harry was stood looming (for once) over Ron, wondering how best to wake him given how much they had both drank the night before.

"Oww!" Harry had settled for the 'poke him in the forehead' option.

"Morning." Harry handed Ron a cup of tea as he sat up unsteadily.

"Hey. Bit of a rough way to wake me up, don't you think?"

Harry laughed as he walked to the door saying over his shoulder as he left, "Breakfast is ready. Come down, yeah?"

Ron took a swig of his tea and instantly felt better, a little too instantly, to be honest. He got up and wandered out of the spare room, down the hall, pausing only briefly as he passed the, as yet unused, nursery, and as he descended the stairs into the kitchen he asked Harry, "What was in that tea?"

Harry smiled secretively and handed Ron a plate from the sideboard. "Tuck in." Harry was deliberately ignoring Ron's question. He couldn't ignore it for long though as Ron started to eye the fried breakfast suspiciously and even sniffed the sausage he had speared with his fork.

"It's okay, it was only in the tea."

"You did put something in there!" Ron sounded shocked, although he obviously decided he was in no danger as he started to eat.

Harry nodded across the room at a small empty potion bottle that sat on the draining board.

Ron looked and returned to his food before asking, "Felix?"

Harry looked up suddenly, "Ron! No!"

Ron's ears reddened, "What? I was just asking."

Harry sighed, he'd wanted to avoid this topic for a while, but he supposed it was better to say it to Ron now than later, possibly within earshot of Hermione. "Ron. Do you remember the things you were saying last night?"

Ron rubbed the back of his neck and looked slightly sheepish, "To be honest I remember up until we left the Leaky Cauldron, and then... No. Why? What did I say?"

Harry considered how to put this across to his best friend, "Well, look you said some things, and I know you were drunk..." Harry sighed, in any other situation it would have been hilarious, and no doubt would be again soon, "Ron, well you asked me if I was sure I didn't want Hermione."

Ron frowned, went to speak, closed his mouth and just sat there looking stunned. "And well, Ron..." Harry told himself to get a grip, "Ron you're my best friend, but so is Hermione, and if you hurt her, I will hurt you."

Ron looked shocked for a second, but recovered quickly, "Harry, I know." He was quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands, "I remember what you told me, in the Forest of Dean. You said she's like a sister to you, and well you know how protective I am of Ginny, when she lets me be."

Harry laughed at this addition and nodded approvingly, "Good, I didn't want to have to say that but I needed you to know."

They ate in a companionable silence for a while until Ron looked up and said, "Harry, what did you put in my tea?"