(Hermione's present)

Two months had passed since Hermione wed Ron and became Mrs. Granger-Weasley. Two months since they had honeymooned in Greece. One month had passed since Ron had left with Harry for auror training in an undisclosed location. Hermione worried daily for her husband and her friend to the point of sickness. She had not Ginny to confide in, and the rest of the Weasley's had joined Charlie in Romania for a small holiday. She was alone, and his letters were not enough to keep her from her worries. She wondered if Ginny felt the same way.

She had called in sick to the ministry for two days, barely getting out of her bed. She hadn't thought that a cold bed would leave her in so much depression, but it did just that. She cried as she took in his scent from his pillow, the pillow she had refused to wash. She grieved for him as if he had passed away. It was far more difficult than she thought to be the wife at home. However, the next day she forced herself out of her bed to go to Diagon Alley. She had to pick up some potions ingredients for a research project she had been working on for the ministry.

As she stepped into the streets of Diagon Alley, she felt nauseated. There was a foul stench in the air, and the memory of Fred and George's dungbombs was brought to mind. She then remembered their shop was closed for a holiday, so it wasn't that. She gripped her stomach, and covered her mouth to avoid vomiting. She swayed in the street, trying to find a place to have a seat. She realized that there was a smoke coming from down the street. Madam Rosmerta was brewing a fresh batch of butter beer. It had a putred smell before it was properly completed. She finally took a seat, and put head between her knees. Her head was swimming, and she had to get away from the stench. She stumbled back through the alleyway back through and into the Leaky Cauldron, where she collapsed. Her focus was blurred and she seemed to be fading. Her focus was pulled towards a familiar face stooping towards her and then she went black.

Hermione woke up and her eyes searched her surroundings for anything familiar. She knew right away that she was in St. Mungo's, and took note of the sleeping person in the corner. It was Professor McGonagall, though what she was doing there was beyond her. "Professor." Hermione called weakly. Hermione hadn't seen her Professor since graduation, five months ago, and was hit with a pang of guilt that she hadn't invited her professor to her nuptials. "Professor?" Hermione cried a little louder, and to her surprise, McGonagall stirred and opened her eyes. The older lady got out of her chair and made her way to Hermione's bedside.

"Miss Granger, so nice to see you again, though I had wished it would be under different circumstances."

"It's Granger-Weasley now Professor." Hermione corrected, pointing to her ring with a goofy smile.

"Ah yes, I believe I read it in the paper. Congratulations. Where is Mr. Weasley? Come to think of it, where is everyone that should be here?"

"Well Ron and Harry are at auror training, the Weasley's are on holiday to Romania, and my parents…well, they are readjusting to life as Mr. and Mrs. Granger, still trying to process everything."

"Oh…well, in that case, I shall send an owl to Miss Weasley, as she is your only family in the area. Someone should be with you." McGonagall quickly flicked her wand, producing a quill and parchment, and with a quick scratch had composed a note to Ginny and sent it out with hospital owl.

"Thanks Professor. It's been rather lonely with Ron gone…and everyone else. I must admit, I've been a bit depressed…I know, I know…that's so muggle of me, but I can't help it. I've only just married, and now my husband is away doing God knows what for who knows how long. It's nice to see a familiar face. By the way…how long will I be here and what exactly happened to me?"

"Oh…well, Miss Gran…Mrs. Granger-Weasley…"
"Please, it's Hermione."

"Oh yes…of course, but only if I'm Minerva. Anyway, I don't exactly know what happened, I just know you returned from Diagon Alley and collapsed in the Leaky Cauldron. I had just finished meeting with a potential new faculty member. In any case, you passed out, and I brought you here. The healer hasn't been in yet, but he should be doing rounds shortly." Hermione felt ill again, and withheld the need to vomit.

"Hermione…oh my God…how are you, what happened, are you okay, it's so good to see you!" Ginny burst through the door, hugging her sister-in-laws neck.

"Oh Ginny, I'm so glad you're here. I've missed you. What do you hear from Harry? How are classes going? Is everyone fussing over your ring?" Hermione was crying, but not because of depression, but because of happiness. It felt good to see Ginny, to see McGonagall…she really had been lonely.

Ginny scooted onto the bed with Hermione, holding her hand and catching up on everything they had missed with each other since the wedding. McGonagall kept to the corner, grading transfiguration papers and smiling every so often. She felt compelled to stay with the girls, though she had no familial connection with either. It seemed wrong for them to not have someone, and she knew Molly would have wanted it that way. She took a short break to write some more notices, informing the Weasley's of Hermione's situation, though she did not know how to contact Mr. Weasley or Mr. Potter. She wrote a note to Ronald Weasley and gave it to a large spotted owl. "Find Ronald Weasley and deliver this to him, if you can." She hoped that the bird would make it to wherever he was.

Ginny was brushing out Hermione's unkempt hair when the healer walked in. All three women looked to him with anticipation. "Mrs. Granger-Weasley, how are you feeling this afternoon? Better I hope? We've given you fluids, as you were a bit dehydrated when you were brought to us. Oh, I'm sorry…I'm Healer Hopkins, and I admitted you."

"Yes, nice to meet you Healer Hopkins. Now, when can I leave? I promise I'll drink more fluids. I had no idea that dehydration could cause a person to pass out."

"Um…Mrs. Granger-Weasley, it can cause you to pass out, but more than that, have you been sick recently? Vomiting perhaps? It would certainly explain the dehydration."

Ginny looked at Hermione with concern, and gripped her sister-in-law's hand tightly. "Yeah…I've been a little sick, but I've just been depressed. My husband's away, and we're newlyweds you see.

"Yes…well, that would explain the other thing."

"Other thing?" Ginny chimed in.

"May I have a moment with Mrs. Granger-Weasley?" Hopkins asked.

"It's okay Healer, she's family, and Minerva's like a mother to me."

"Okay, very well then. Mrs. Granger-Weasley…you're pregnant."

Hermione's eyes welled with tears and she dropped her head into her hands. "Not now…this can't be happening now." Ginny and Minerva exchanged worried looks before approaching Hermione. Ginny was the first to speak.

"You're going to have a baby Hermione. It's good news. Why are you crying? Ron will be so happy…and don't you know it's lucky to get pregnant on your honeymoon?" Ginny pushed Hermione's bushy hair out of her face before tilting her chin forward. "Mum and Dad will be so pleased."

"You'll be a wonderful mother Hermione." McGonagall chimed in.

"No…you don't understand. Ron's going to be in training for the rest of the year, and I've only just started my job at the ministry, which we need to maintain our flat, since a trainee is paid close to nothing. I'm alone in this. I can't go through this pregnancy alone. I'll be lucky if Ron gets a break for Christmas, and what am I to say to him? By the way…I'm pregnant, and even though we only had a month as a proper couple, it'll be enough to see us through the 18 years in which we'll never have another moment alone." Hermione cried harder.

"Oh Hermione…it'll be okay, I promise. I know my brother, and he's going to be thrilled. Can you honestly tell me that you aren't just a little happy that there's a little part of my brother that he left with you when he left?" Ginny scrunched her nose up, beaming at Hermione.

Hermione placed her hand on her still flat stomach, and smiled a little. "I guess I am a little happy, just a little shocked though. I mean there was only the one time that we didn't use a contraceptive. I mean, it was our first…you know what? Nevermind. I'm just a bit everywhere right now. I don't really know what to think, but I just want to get home."

"Well Hermione, I think I can spare Miss Weasley here for a bit, if you'd like her to stay with you until the rest of your family returns." McGonagall stated. "Of course, Miss Weasley, I don't expect this will effect your studies eh? I'll open the floo connection between my office and Hermione's. Will that be sufficient? Now, that it's settled, I'm going to go retrieve that healer to see that we can get you out of here." And with that, McGonagall left.

Ginny put an arm around Hermione and gave her a hug, "It'll be alright, you'll see."