Well, Thank you all for telling me exactly what you think. I have decided what to do and will continue the story As Is since at the present time, most of the people have went with keeping it that way. Hope you all still keep reading...

I am sorry that it isn't working according to plan, but if I hadn't made Hermione pregnant, i doubt the story would have gotten as far as it has. Now the story can keep going with easily added drama, thanks to a certain reviewer who gave me that idea ( ronhermionelove4ever) and said that because Hermione will be dealing with mood swings, drama can be inserted oh so very easily! Yay for drama!

I am still very very sorry, I am...I know some of you went with the decision for me deleting the pregnancy out of the story, but I asked a lot of other opinions of people around me, including my sisters whose opinions mean so much to me.

Oh, and for that one person who gave me SUCH a detailed review ( quelqu'un m'a dit), I have listened to you and all A/N's shall now be placed at the end of the chapter, sorry for that...but no one has ever told me what an effect it has on readers. There will still be a small a/n at the side of what bothers me, but the explanation will be at the end of the chapter.


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Thursday, August 2, 2007

Chapter 12

Wacky Weasley Women


Hermione sat across the table from Mrs. Weasley and the women she had introduced as her close cousins. No one said anything and were thankfully given an excuse when Ginny rushed downstairs.

"Bye Mum, oh hi Hermione, sorry I can't stay, I'm going to stay with Harry and Sirius for Christmas." Ginny was all a buzz as she grinned, her eyes sparkling. She was extremely happy to be going to stay with Harry at his godfather's house.

Hermione watched as Mrs. Weasley talked to Ginny before she left, stepping outside with Ginny as she nearly skipped the entire way down the path to an awaiting broomstick that Ginny would be taking.

Hermione noticed Ron walk into the kitchen as the other women shook their heads at him, one speaking up, "You've got no brain you know that, what kind of imbecile takes a young witch in her condition out flying all the way from London on a day like this? She could have froze."

Ron turned to stare at the family relative, but decided against saying anything, better to hold your tongue around the Weasley's female relatives, especially the older ones. Ron glanced at Hermione before turning back around, snatching a couple biscuits and then walking over to the table. He had just took a seat next to Hermione and bit into the first biscuit when the other cousin spoke.

"Leave it to you to mess something up." Her voice was harsh and rough as she aimed her equally harsh comment at Ron.

Hermione sat straight up, her back stiff as she looked at the women. "Ronald didn't mess anything up, he-" Hermione started, but was interrupted by the woman across from her.

"Poppycock, o' course he did! What do you think your going to do with your life? Become a curse breaker? Not with a kid you're not."

Hermione glanced at Ron and could tell he was feeling guilty now. She turned back to the women and narrowed her eyes just slightly. "That's nonsense, Ronald wasn't the only one who decided to have sex."

The older women looked shocked as if it were a taboo to say the word 'sex' aloud. They went back to not saying anything when Mrs. Weasley had come back inside from seeing Ginny off. "Well, Hermione, how about a spot of late breakfast, I'll heat it right up for you?"

Hermione knew she should decline, but smiled politely at Mrs. Weasley. "That would be lovely, thank you."

Mrs. Weasley got to work making Hermione a plate as the women went back to looking from Ron to Hermione, their faces scrunched up as if they were dealing with little kids who just fell into mud puddles wearing brand new white clothing.

Mrs. Weasley, smiling widely, set a plate full of food in front of Hermione and then sat down at the head of the table, which was usually Mr. Weasley's place, but he was, of course, still at work since he didn't have off until the next week for Christmas. "Go ahead and eat Hermione, I'm sure you must be famished." She gave a light chuckle, thinking back to when she was pregnant with her children; she could hardly get enough food and was hungry all of the time.

"Thank you." Hermione said again as she picked up the fork, taking a tiny bite of sausage. Surprisingly, it didn't upset her stomach at all. Hermione tried the pancakes next and still with no effect. "This is all delicious, Mrs. Weasley." She said between bites of eggs.

Mrs. Weasley continued to smile. "It's nothing really, but as long as you eat what I make, you won't be taking so many trips to the washroom." Mrs. Weasley threw a meaningful glance to Ron and Hermione guessed that he had filled her in on everything.

Hermione ate while the women looked at her. She was suddenly very self conscious, taking dainty bites since she was sure that the women were judging everything about her.

"Have you told your parents, Hermione, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked softly, thinking that she should invite Hermione's parents over for dinner perhaps.

"Well, no." Hermione had thought to make up a quick excuse why, but her mind drew a blank, so she simply said no and then took another bite of her food.

Ron was smiling beside her. His Hermione, who was always so punctual and honest, hasn't told her parents the most important thing going on with her.

"What do your parents do, Herman?" The oldest of the women asked.

"It's Hermione, and their doctors." ((a/n)) She answered, correcting her name as politely as she could, but she just didn't like the Weasley cousins.

"St. Mungo's doctors? Excellent, glad to know that-"

"Oh, no." Hermione interrupted her. "They're muggles, you see." The witches across from her stared blankly at her as if they hadn't heard her right.

"Muggles you say?" The woman with the harsh voice said, her pale blue eyes slightly narrowed.

Mrs. Weasley laughed awkwardly. "Doris, they're fine people, Arthur and I have met them many times before." She looked to Hermione, noticing that she had finished her food quickly. "Hermione, how about you head upstairs and get settled in, Ronald will help you, won't you?" She looked to Ron as she finished her sentence, smiling rather too nicely.

Ron nodded, swallowing the last bit of biscuit. He stood up, taking Hermione's arm as she stood as well, thanking Mrs. Weasley for the meal again.

As Ron and Hermione made their way upstairs, she could hear the hushed whispers of the women behind them. Hermione quickly ignored them. She didn't want to hear what they were saying. She walked right into Ron's room and sat on the edge of his bed. "So Ginny's going to be staying at Grmmauld Place?"

Ron smiled some, knowing full well that Hermione was trying to talk about anything other than herself. He took a seat next to her, setting a hand softly on her knee. "Yea, Sirius said it's alright so Harry sent an owl right away. It'll be a bit strange, actually, not having Harry here this year."

"But I'm here." Hermione said as she laid her head against Ron's shoulder.

"yes you are, and I'm happy you are." He smiled as he looked out of the window. His thoughts drifted back to the summer when Hermione had been staying with him. He felt a twinge of guilt as he spotted the kid's shabby remakes of the Quidditch goals. "I never taught you to fly." He looked down at Hermione who looked up at him, confused. Ron couldn't help but notice that she looked so cute with the little wrinkle above the bridge of her noise.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed as she remembered exactly what he was talking about. Earlier that summer, Hermione had asked Ron to teach her how to fly on a broom like him and the others, flipping around and what not. "That's alright, I was never a big fan of it anyway." She kissed Ron's cheek as she lifted her head from his shoulder and then she stood up.

"Where are you going?" Ron frowned at her.

"Nowhere." Even as she said that, Hermione walked to the bedroom door. "I'm just going to see if they're still talking."

Ron jumped up and grabbed her from behind, lifting her up before she was able to set a foot outside the door. "Don't go listen to them, I can't stand Doris and Noreen." Ron carried her back to the bed and set her down beside it, smiling down at her. "They're wacky, seriously messed up in the head, not all the wheels are turning."

Hermione laughed and then hugged Rom close. "We should go Christmas shopping tomorrow, we'll get out of the house for the whole day, just you and me." She smiled as she looked up at Ron.

Ron looked down at her and just couldn't resist her big brown eyes. "Alright, Christmas shopping it is." He kissed Hermione softly on the lips as she hugged him again.


I know, not that good of an ending, but next chapter will hopefully be better when they shop. No worries!! Again, thank you everyone for your opinions and I'm sorry it didn't go the way some of you wanted. Anyway, please review, tell me if you like and I'll try to update again later tonight if I have time.

A/N---I am not sure what profession Hermione's parents are, but I remember reading another fanfiction and they were called "Dr" Granger, so if that is not true, I am sorry to the person who I stole it from...heh...