Author's Note: We're getting there, slowly but surely and more people are finding out about Hermione's condition! Let's see how she handles it!

Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed this story so far and as always, most of the character's belong to JK Rowling!

Third Trimester

Christmas and New Years had passed and Harry had visited her once a week every week and with less than two months left until her due date she knew she was dangerously close to running out of time.

She could tell that Harry was getting frustrated because she had yet to fulfill her promise of returning but every time she thought she was ready she'd picture the look of pity and amusement that had crossed George's face when he'd thought she wanted to start up a relationship after their tryst. She didn't want him to look at her like that ever again.

Hermione was thinking of it, imagining the hundreds of ways a meeting with the Weasleys could go wrong (would they try to take the baby away? would George get violent?) as she kneaded the dough of the chocolate chip bread she was making for the shop. The café had just opened and Hermione was alone in the kitchen while someone else manned the desk where orders were placed. Weekday mornings were busy but weekends were not.

She was busily humming away when the bell above the door chimed for the first time that morning. She planned to do what she usually did, ignore it in lieu of making sure her foods were baked to perfection unless otherwise commanded, but then the worker at the counter shouted her name.

"Hermione, you've got another visitor!"

Hermione quickly washed her hands in the sink, all the while assuming that her visitor was Harry Potter since he was the only person who stopped by to see her (aside from that awkward encounter with Luna and Neville).

"You were just here yesterday Harry. What's—" she broke off as she pushed open the half door between the kitchens and the rest of the shop and found that Harry was not the one waiting for her on the other side.

"Ginny!" she squeaked in surprise.

Ginny's eyes grew wide as she took in Hermione's figure, far softer and rounded now that she'd reached her final trimester. "I followed Harry here yesterday to see who he'd been meeting all these months and I saw your face but I didn't see…well you look ready to pop!"

Hermione took a few steps closer so they wouldn't have to speak too loudly but she was uneasy. Maybe because Ginny's red hair just screamed "Weasley" and maybe because she was afraid her best girl friend, who had been far too aware of Hermione's childhood crush on George, would take one more look at her and know the truth of the situation. "Well hopefully there's no popping for at least another month," she finally responded.

"So this is why you left." Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and gave Hermione an appraising look. "Is Harry the father? Is that why you ran away and why he's visiting you?"

Hermione gasped in surprise. "Of course not! Neville and Luna found me first, months ago, and Harry found out from there and started visiting. He only really does it so he can keep telling me to return with him. I want to and I will but it'll be awkward and painful and I keep putting it off."

Ginny was quiet for a few minutes before responding. "We all meet at the Burrow for dinner Sunday nights. You should join us."

"I really don't think that's a good idea," Hermione said as she toyed with the edge of her flowery apron. She definitely didn't want to face all the Weasleys at once, especially with no warning to George beforehand.

The two women stared at one another and then Ginny reached out and pulled Hermione into a hug. "I'm not certain which brother it was but I have my suspicions. Buck up, it's time for my niece or nephew to be around the rest of the family," the red head whispered in her ear before turning around and stalking out the door.

Hermione gaped as Ginny disappeared from view, her heart pounding. Ginny knew! Not everything but enough for Hermione to know the red head would send the Weasley matriarch after her if she didn't return before the baby was born. There was only one thing left to do and that was to tell Gretchen she was returning to her old life.