5 months later...
"For the love of God!" I huffed and threw the now wrinkled pair of jeans on my bed. Ginny chuckled from her side of the room and watched me as I glared at her. "You think this is funny? I can't fit into any of my clothes anymore! I'm a bloody whale!"
"Yes, but you're an amusing whale." Ginny replied with a grin. I scowled and threw one of my pillows at her; which didn't hit her, due to her quick reflexes.
"I don't have anything to wear!"
"Why don't we go to Hogsmeade really quick and buy you something?"
"Because! Ron's coming to get me in 15 minutes, I don't have time!" I cried. I reluctantly plopped down on my bed and rubbed my swollen belly. I could feel an ever-so-slight movement from inside my belly and knew it was just Rose trying to move around.
"Why are you so worried about looking good, anyway?" Ginny asked after a moment.
"Today's our 6 month anniversary. He wants it to be 'special'."
"Just remember; last time you guys did something that Ron found 'special', you conceived Rose." Ginny replied with a smirk. I chuckled and sat up to face her.
"Do you know where those maternity jeans are?"
"I think they're scattered around in the closet. I'll get them for you." She said and rose from her bed. She walked to the open closet and began searching the floor for my fat jeans.
"Found them!" She called and held up a pair of blue jeans that looked like they could fit three Ginnys inside. Ginny tossed them to me and I caught them while flashing her a thankful smile. I stood and easily pulled on the jeans. My lilac shirt was already on and was hanging lightly over my baby bump.
"How do I look?" I asked and span around so Ginny could see my outfit.
"I like it. You look pretty." She said and I smiled. We heard a soft knock on the door and Ron popped his head inside.
"Hey, beautiful. Ready to go?" I nodded and opened the door fully. Ron was clad in jean trousers and a white dress shirt. I waved goodbye to Ginny and took Ron's hand. We quickly disapparated to an unknown destination. I looked around to see where Ron had taken me and saw a red and white picnic blanket set out with a brilliant dinner lying atop it. In the middle was a single candle, burning bright.
"Oh, Ron! This is beautiful." I sighed and kissed him lightly. We made our way to the picnic and sat down lightly with me folded in his arms.
"So how are you feeling?" Ron asked after he popped a strawberry in his mouth.
"I dunno. I've been having these really bad pains in my stomach all day. And my back's been aching really bad. Rose has been moving a lot today too." I said thoughtfully.
"Should you go to the doctor?" Ron asked with concern filling his voice. I shook my head.
"No, no, no. I don't think so. If it keeps hurting, I'll go."
"Promise?"
"I promise." I whispered and Ron kissed the top of my hand. We chatted for a few moments about nothing in particular.
"Agh." I said and squeezed my eyes shut as I clutched my side. I felt Ron place a hand on my shoulder.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Just those pains again." I muttered. After about a half minute, they subsided and I opened my eyes. Ron had a look of fear washing over his face and his eyes were flooded with concern.
"We're going to the doctor." Ron announced and stood up. I shook my head fiercely and stayed on the ground.
"No, I'm fine."
"You promised." Ron reminded me. I sighed and looked up at him with puppy eyes.
"Please? I'm fine." I stated again. But to prove my statement wrong, another sharp pain coursed through my stomach and I clutched my side. "Agh..."
"Come on, Hermione. We're going." Ron said and grabbed my hand. Before I could protest, he said a spell and we were hurdling into the doctor's office.
Ron pulled me along to the front desk where a nurse was sitting attentively.
"How may I help you two?" She asked politely.
"Hermione, tell her." Ron motioned. I sighed and placed my hands on the desk.
"I keep having these really sharp pains in my side, and I'm really achy in this area." I motioned to my middle and pelvic area. "I just want to know that everything's okay."
"How far along are you?"
"Almost 7 months." I replied.
She nodded slowly, "How frequent are these cramps?"
"They've been happening all day, but now they're about every ten minutes."
"Oh, dearie!" The nurse leaped out of her chair and called to a nurse who was walking in the hallway. "Get the doctor! She's going into labor!"
"What?" Ron and I gasped at the same time.
So, I've never been pregnant; I can't really tell how the pain is and what not. Review! Chapter 12 is up after 5-10 reviews.
