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After three tantalizing hours of Potions and Charms, the three friends sat down at the Great Hall for lunch.
"' Mione, I'm still so curious… are you engaged to?" asked Harry, looking at Hermione, acting puzzled.
"I can't tell you, Harry. It's supposed to be kept a secret. But I'll definitely make sure you and Ron are going to be Best Mans, so relax. He's going to be a really good husband, I'm nearly definite." Answered Hermione, smiling, sitting down next to Ron, making her, being seated across Harry.
"I'm sure 'Mione's judgment is a lot better than you and I put together, Harry. So I don't think I would worry about dear Hermione over here." Said Ron, before he stuffed his mouth full of a chicken salad and garlic toast.
"Great, my brother is again, stuffing his face with food." Said a exasperated voice behind Harry.
Harry turned around to see the youngest Weasley staring at her older brother with disgust.
"I think I feel sorry for Lavender, for putting up with this for the rest of her life." Answered Hermione, shaking her head.
"I don't know how I ever put up with him like this for the past 16 years." Sighed Ginny, before she plopped herself beside Harry.
"I don't think we even have figured out how we put up with him for the past 7 years, Gin, not to mention right now." Answered Harry, before he too, began stuffing his mouth.
Hermione shrugged, and dug into her lunch.
Half an hour later, Harry and Hermione found themselves at the library again, doing homework, since they both had a free block, whereas poor Ron was stuck at History of Magic, with Professor Binn's boring droning.
"Hermione, what are the symptoms of pregnancy?" whispered a very pale Lavender, quickly, sitting beside Hermione, ignoring the fact that Harry was sitting right in front of Hermione.
"What's wrong?" asked Hermione, quickly forgetting Harry was right across from her, as Lavender had.
"I missed by three months."
"'Mione, what's an 'I missed' supposed to mean?" asked Harry, curiously.
Both Lavender and Hermione gave Harry a death glare, before Hermione said,
"Were you stressed out these past few days?"
"Were you?"
"No, but I'm still asking"
"No, I wasn't."
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Throwing up, having a headache that just won't leave, I'm getting cravings, and my body just aches all over."
"Did you do 'something' with Ron?"
"Well…" began Lavender with a blush.
Harry then, suddenly understood what the two girls were talking about, and started blushing as well, just because it was an awkward subject.
"Well…?" repeated Hermione with a raised eyebrow.
"Would a 'maybe' be a good answer?" answered Lavender.
"How did you get pregnant with Ron?"
"We were drinking firewhiskey, while I was staying over at the Weasley's after the War, and we got a little carried away. We swore it was a one-night thing, but now that I'm engaged to Ron…"
"Why didn't you tell anyone before?"
"Well, I was stressed out the past two months, and then, I can't really tell why this month I would be stressed out. But I've been throwing up, and I've been panicking, ever since I realize I have a chance of you know what."
Hermione quickly reached over to Lavender's stomach, and felt it.
"You're pregnant, Lavender. Pregnant with a pretty pair of twins." Said Hermione, feeling Lavender's stomach.
"How did you know?" asked Lavender.
"My family's been muggle for only two generations, you know. The 'Granger' family isn't all muggle blood. My great grandfather was actually a pureblood, that married a muggleborn witch, which their only child, my grandfather, which made him a halfblood, and then he also married a muggleborn witch, and they also had one child, and that was my dad, who is, by now, a muggle, and then he also married a muggle, so that makes me a muggle, and the first female born in the Granger family for eight generations. The Grangers, before the pureblood ran out of the family, were a long and ancient family of healing. And I have acquired their skills, including midwifery, so I can tell. Even if you're only three months along." Answered Hermione simply.
"Twins, you say, 'Mione?" asked Harry, looking at Lavender's slightly bumped stomach, with a doubtful look.
"Want to bet, that in Lavender, is a girl and boy?" challenged Hermione, looking at Harry.
"You bet. I bet fifteen galleons that Lavender's not even pregnant, and if she is, then I predict it's going to be one baby."
"Fine and I bet fifteen galleons Lavender is pregnant, and is having twins."
"So be it. What's with you and pregnancy, anyways? Are you going to get pregnant soon?"
"Come on, Lav, let's go up to Madam Pomfrey." Said Hermione, standing up with her book bag slung across her slim shoulders.
Lavender stood up, and obediently followed Hermione out of the library.
Harry sighed, as he watched his future wife walk away from him.
One month later…
"Here, Harry, drink some pumpkin juice." Said Ginny, handing Harry a goblet full of pumpkin juice during dinner one night.
"Oh, thanks Gin." Said a very thirsty Dean Thomas, grabbing the goblet before Harry, Hermione, or Ginny can stop him from drinking the juice.
"Ginerva…Will you marry me?" asked a drooling Dean Thomas, a few minutes after drowning the juice.
"Hermione! What's an antidote for it?!" screeched Ginny, before a love-struck Dean Thomas tackled her on the ground, and began 'lip raping' her in the middle of the Great Hall, right in front of the professors, and all the houses.
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