I know parts of this might sound a bit forced but I found it hard to write, sorry about that. I love writing, but I have to force every single word down.
Since English isn't my native tongue I'm looking for someone who could beta-read my chapters before I post them and tell me if my ideas for this story are good or bad, tell me if you're interested and good at grammar.

"You're being ridiculous", Hermione told her fiancé in an irritated tone. "The baby will certainly not come out orange if I eat too many carrots during the pregnancy. Who told you that anyway?"

"My mum, she told me her aunt Flo ate nothing but carrots during her pregnancy with Teddington and when he came out he was as orange as… well… as an orange!"

Hermione sighed and lowered her gaze from Ron to the half-eaten carrot in her hand; the vegetable was one of the few things that didn't make her feel nauseous but she didn't have the energy to discuss this with Ron, knowing he would never give in. She was sure that he would be a wonderful father once the baby was born but he was a bit overprotective of her. Sighing once again she put the carrot on the table in front of her and placed the hand on her growing stomach instead. Ron looked at her with a satisfied grin on his face and returned to his quidditch-magazine.

They were seated in the kitchen of the burrow, waiting for Minerva McGonagall who had called for a meeting with Hermione and Ron had tagged along as he usually did. Hermione was curious of why her old professor had requested the meeting; it was the second one that week. At the first one Minerva had told them that Madame Pince had been killed and Hermione hoped that the news wouldn't be as bad at this encounter. The young woman didn't know what to feel concerning the death of the librarian. They had never really had what you would call a real conversation, but Hermione had always felt a certain fondness towards the woman since they shared their love of books.

Her musings were interrupted by the arrival of Minerva McGonagall. The older witch stepped out of the fireplace brushing the ashes of her formal-looking black robes.

"I apologize if I kept you waiting, Hermione, but I had some business to attend first", she spoke as she walked towards the table. Hermione stood up to greet her and shook the older woman's hand, feeling the familiar tingling at the sight of her mentor. Minerva smiled warmly at her as they pressed each others hands, but her eyes as well as her tone turned colder when she directed her gaze to Ron who was still reading his magazine. "Mr Weasley, I see that you decided to attend the meeting I requested with Miss Granger."

Ron hurriedly placed his paper on the table and stood to greet her as Hermione had. He extended his hand to the woman who shook it quickly.

"Yeah… well, I thought since Hermione and I are practically married and all…", he said proudly and put an arm around the woman in question.

"Off course", Minerva stated coolly and directed her gaze towards Hermione once again.

The young woman didn't know where to look so she chose to stare out the window. It all felt so wrong and she wasn't sure why but for some reason she hated Ron's arm and his stupid comment. How she wished she could be somewhere else, anywhere, and preferably alone with Minerva so that they could talk in private. What she didn't know was that the older woman wished for the same.

"Well should we get started then?", Hermione finally said, deciding to break the silence that had been going on for a minute or so. She gestured for the other two to sit down and so they did, with Minerva at one side of the table and Hermione and Ron on the opposite side.

"As you both know Madame Pince was killed a few nights ago and that she was found in my office. Remus Lupin and I have discussed this and because of her location we suspect that she was not the intended victim. We believe that it was an assassination attempt on me. Therefore we want more Order-members at Hogwarts; Remus, Neville and I just aren't enough. And since we have found ourselves in need of a librarian we could not think of anyone better qualified than you, Hermione."

At the end of her speech she reached out and grabbed one of Hermione's hands in her own who smiled at her.

"No."

Two sets of eyes turned towards the only man present in the room.

"What?", Hermione couldn't keep the edge out of her tone. How dare he answer for her?

"No, she can't", Ron said uneasily. He didn't like the way the two women stared at him at the moment and he felt his ears go red as they usually did. "Not in her condition, she wouldn't just be risking her own life but that of our child's."

At these words they all looked down to Hermione's belly and the young woman lifted her hand to stroke it.

Her child; the thought still scared her but she hadn't told anyone about that. She felt that twenty-one was too young an age to become a mother and there was so much she hadn't done yet. Ron was ecstatic over it, talking about nothing else and he was only twenty years old, Hermione believed that her fiancé was made to be a father and she hoped that she would become a good mother. Now her child was the thing that stood between her and something that she had wanted for such a long time; to work at Hogwarts alongside her old professors. Sure it was as a librarian, but you got to start somewhere. Was she going to let her pregnancy hinder her from doing what she dreamed of or was she going to accept Minerva's offer, even if it might risk the baby's life? Deep down she knew that she couldn't say no to this offer.

She turned to professor McGonagall and said: "I'd be happy to, Minerva, but I might not be able to fight if it would be needed."

Ron stared her with his mouth hanging open, not believing what he had heard, but Minerva was all smiles.

"Well then, Madame Granger. Welcome back to Hogwarts."