A/N: Woo, update! I couldn't think of what to write for this one for a bit, but then it came to me! I hope you'll enjoy it. And thank you, everyone, for all the reviews! I was so excited to hit over 100! :D Don't stop reviewing. ;)

Disclaimer: If I were JKR, it would have Percy dead instead of Fred.


Untouched

Hermione got up from the kitchen table. She muttered something about not feeling very well and went up to bed. Ron started to clear away the table, noting that Hermione's dinner was untouched. While Ron normally would have thought that this was offensive to his cooking, he knew something was up – he had baked one of her favorite foods.

He went up to their bedroom, taking a cup of tea with him. He placed it on the stand next to where Hermione lay, sitting down beside her.

"You said you weren't feeling well, so I brought you a cup of tea," he said. Hermione smiled weakly, then took a small sip. She set it down again, a look of worry on her face. Ron took her small hand in his large one.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked cautiously. It wasn't like her to get sick. In their six years at Hogwarts, and their one year camping, no matter what happened she was always well. And now, suddenly, she was slightly pale and ill looking.

"Should I get you some soup, or something? You look sick," he told her. He could feel her hand tense slightly in his, and he had a feeling that it was something serious. Hermione sat up and turned to him.

"Ron…" she began, then paused. He looked into her eyes, trying to show her that he was ready for anything she had to say. Her gaze met his, and she continued.

"Ron, I have to tell you something." She paused again, as though searching for the right thing to say. She bit her tongue, then carefully took his hand and, still holding it, placed it on her stomach.

"I'm pregnant," she blurted out. Ron blinked a few times. Then, as her words finally reached his brain, he hugged her. Hermione let out the breath she was holding and color returned to her face. She looked at Ron.

"So…?" she asked, waiting for his reaction. His face broke into a huge smile.

"This is amazing!" he said. He stood up and raced into the hallway, screaming, "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD! I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!", forgetting that they were the only two people in the house. Hermione stood up and walked to the doorway, watching him be excited. He turned back to her, panting slightly.

"Sorry," he said, "had to let it out." Hermione giggled and he kissed her lightly.

"So, are you hungry?" he asked. "You left your dinner untouched." She shook her head, but held out her empty teacup.

"No… but I'd like more tea," she said with a grin, and the two set off for the kitchen once more.