Stuck. Now what?
Several weeks later, at the Burrow, Harry and Hermione came downstairs to breakfast.
"We have something to tell all of you," Harry said slowly. The other Weasleys looked up. After a deep breath, Harry dropped the bomb.
"Hermione and I are pregnant."
Dead silence.
"We know what you're thinking, because we're thinking it too," Hermione broke the silence. "You're as ashamed of us as we are of ourselves. We acted foolishly. We were drunk, struggling with what has been happening lately – between Ginny and Ron and Fred. We just want you all to know that we are sorry."
Mrs. Weasley finally stood and unexpectedly held out her arms. Hermione burst into tears and ran into them.
"Oh, sweetheart," the Weasley matriarch said. "We are not ashamed of you…or Harry. Disappointed? Yes. But not ashamed."
"However," she continued, forcing both Hermione and Harry to look at her. "We think it would be best that you two get married, for the good of your baby, and for little Damien."
Hermione looked back to Harry, who came up and kissed her. "I'll go into town later today and buy a ring."
"Use Polyjuice Potion when you do," Mr. Weasley advised. "I think we all agree this wedding should be very private and quiet. We don't want the media to get wind of this; it wouldn't bode well for either of you." Harry nodded. After giving Hermione another kiss, he went upstairs to prepare to head into town.