Here's chapter 2, thanks to everyone who reviewed please keep it up! Enjoy :)
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'What do you think of this one? Hermione?'
'Huh? Oh, yes, it's lovely.'
Hermione and Ginny were shopping for baby clothes in a tiny muggle shop that Hermione's parents once took her to. Ginny had already accumulated the largest pile of purple clothes Hermione had ever seen and was nowhere near finished.
'Ginny, what if it's a boy?' Hermione asked, picking up a tiny pink bonnet and examining it.
'It won't be,' Ginny said simply, now adding a fluffy toy cat to her pile. Pregnancy had definitely turned her soft. Hermione tutted in annoyance and looked down.
'Where's Sky?' she asked suddenly, looking around the store. Ginny stopped and looked too as Hermione began to call out his name. 'He's gone!' she ran outside and - her heart stopped - her son was in the middle of the busy muggle road, a car coming straight towards him.
'Sky!' Hermione screamed, darting forwards. But at the last possible second, just as the car's breaks began to screech, Sky suddenly appeared on the footpath several feet away in a distinctly magical way. The car drove on, the driver looking very relieved and very confused, while passers by walked on scratching their heads in confusion.
'Mummy, car almost crash!' Sky cried in delight as he saw Hermione. Hermione picked him up and hugged him tight, her heart still hammering against her chest.
'That's not funny, Sky!' she told him crossly, but he continued to giggle. Ginny pulled them back into the shop as people were still staring and Hermione collapsed into a chair, not letting Sky off her lap.
'Let's go get a nice strong drink for you,' Ginny called as she was paying for her purchases. Mercifully, she had thrown in a few blue and red garments as well. Hermione held up her hand.
'Look, I'm shaking!' she said slightly hysterically. Sky grabbed her fingers and held them in his tiny hands.
'Is Mummy okay?' he whispered, looking worried. Hermione smiled down at him.
'Yes, Mummy's okay. You gave her quite a fright, though. You know not to play with cars.'
'Oh, come on, Hermione,' Ginny grinned as she lumbered over, looking huge, 'He's got his dad's sense of humour.' Hermione's smile became very steely.
'Mm,' was all she said.
'Or should I say, he's got his uncles' sense of humour! Come on, let's go.'
They left the shop and turned down into an alleyway so they could disapparate in peace. They stopped in at The Leaky Cauldron so that Ginny could buy Hermione a drink as she'd promised and Ginny decided she was feeling a bit peckish, meaning she would order everything on the menu.
After an hour or two, a large crowd of people seemed to burst in from the courtyard leading to Diagon Ally, screaming at Tom the innkeeper to turn on his radio. He did so, looking bewildered, as Hermione and Ginny looked on in interest.
'And in breaking news, Draco Malfoy has finally been sighted in Europe -' Hermione choked on her drink and covered her mouth quickly so she could hear the rest, '- and he just managed to escape the clutches of our aurors but he's injured quite badly, folks, so be on the lookout for him around local hospitals or medical centres. In other news -'
The crowd burst into loud, excited chatter as Hermione and Ginny stared at each other.
'Do you think Harry and Ron and okay?' Ginny whispered, but Hermione couldn't speak. She motioned for them to leave, and they went out to the courtyard with Ginny carrying her shopping and Hermione carrying a now sleeping Sky. As they passed the bar they heard snippets of the excited chatter.
'I'm gonna be the one to catch him -'
'- must be an idiot coming back now -'
'- ministry will have him by the morning -'
'- I don't think so, he's a smart bastard -'
When Hermione and Ginny were safely outside they disapparated back to Ginny's place where Ginny immediately went to the fireplace to check on Harry. Hermione took her shopping upstairs for her and by the time she came back down Ginny's head was in the green flames, talking in a murmur Hermione couldn't hear. Hermione carried Sky over to the couch and lay him down carefully, tucking a blanket around him. Finally, Ginny pulled her head out and Hermione helped her to her feet.
'They're fine!' she said happily, taking a seat herself. 'Harry wasn't there, but Ron saw Malfoy, he got a good shot on him as well, apparently.'
'What did he do to him?' Hermione asked.
'Put a great big slash in his shoulder,' Ginny mimed a slicing motion through the air and sighed.
'I can't wait to get back on my feet after this baby.' Hermione smiled.
'Trust me, it won't be that easy. You won't want to leave him…or her,' she added, thinking of the pink bonnet.
'How do you do it? Leave him, I mean?'
'I'll tell you a secret…' Ginny's eyes widened as Hermione sat down beside her, '…I floo back to the house every hour to check on him.'
Ginny laughed and Hermione joined in. For a while they sat and talked some more, but then Ginny said she felt tired so Hermione helped her up to bed and then returned back downstairs to take Sky home. She threw some floo powder into the fireplace and, clutching Sky tightly, stepped into the flames. They rushed out of their own fireplace and Hermione brushed the ash off Sky as she took him up to bed. He was still fast asleep and sucking his thumb. Hermione kissed him on the forehead as she lay him down. He really was the most beautiful two year old she had ever laid eyes upon, and she didn't think she was being biased at all.
Suddenly, there was a deafening crash downstairs and Hermione froze. Racing downstairs, forgetting to grab her wand from her bag, she ran towards the kitchen.
'Ron, are you alr - ?' Hermione stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the man lying on the floor. He most definitely wasn't Ron, and his robes were shining with blood. He staggered to his feet, breathing heavily, and Hermione could do nothing but stare at him.
'Hermione - help me -' he wheezed, before collapsing to the floor again. But Hermione made no move to help him and instead backed away, looking furious.
'What are you doing here, Malfoy?'
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