Chapter 13-

It had been a long day. The wedding was tomorrow and she had been at the florists all day looking at all of the roses and lilies to make sure that they were acceptable to be used in the wedding the next day. She wondered into her flat, and paused at the door to set down her keys and mail. Her stomach felt a little funny so she wondered towards kitchen for a snack.

Just as she was strolling into the kitchen, nausea hit her full on. She fled into her bathroom and sank to her knees in front of the toilet, where she proceeded to lose her lunch of saltine crackers. She stood up shakily five minutes later and walked to the mirror. Her eyes widened as she took in her appearance. Her brown eyes were dull and had a slight shadow underneath them. Her usually warm complexion was pale and washed out. She really needed to go see a mediwitch; this was the fourth day in the row that she had prayed to the porcelain god for no apparent reason.

She suddenly stood up straighter. Ginny did the same thing when she was... Hermione couldn't be, couldn't she? She quickly ran into her study and pulled down a book filled with medical related spells. She quickly turned to the P's. She muttered an incantation and passed her wand over her lower stomach. It glowed purple. She sat down quickly.

This could not be happening. She was pregnant. She was supposed to be getting married the next day. To top it off, it wasn't even the groom's child. What was she supposed to do?

There was a knock at the door. She groaned but before she could get up the door opened and someone came back to the study. Ginny was standing there with her hands on her hips but before she could say anything she noticed the glowing wand. Her eyes widened.

"Hermione…" she trailed off, but Hermione knew what she was getting at. Whose was it?

"Ginny…it's Geor-" but before she could finish she started to cry. "W-what am I supposed to do-o?" Ginny hurried over and hugged her friend around the shoulders.

"Oh Hermione. I don't know what you are supposed to do. Follow your heart is all I can say. If you love Draco, you know that Draco loves you enough to marry you, even if you are pregnant with someone else's baby." Hermione started to cry even harder.

"I don't love him Ginny. I love George. But George doesn't love me."

"I do love you." Both of the women jumped. George stood in the doorway with his hands deep in his dark green dragon skin pockets. Ginny jumped up.

"How long have you been standing there George Weasley?" George shrugged.

"Just long enough to hear her say that she loved me and not Draco." Ginny sighed.

"I guess this is my cue to leave, I should get back to James anyways. Get a hold of me later Hermione. Bye George." She edged out of the room quickly and the two of them looked at each other until the door closed. Hermione quickly wiped the remaining tears off of her face and stood up to face George.

"Is it true Hermione? Do you really love me?" George eyed her curiously. Hermione sat back down quickly and covered her mouth for a moment. George quickly knelt down next to her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded quickly. "Just fine, and yes, I love you." George took her hand.

"Hermione, I know I was an ass, but please, don't marry Draco. Give me a chance to make you happy. I swear it. I will do everything in my will power to make you happy. Will you give me a chance to do that?" Hermione looked into his eyes and she could tell that there was nothing but honesty in them.

"There is something you should know first." George got a concerned look on his face.

"What is it?"

"George, I'm pregnant, and the baby is yours."