Disclaimer! I do nit own Harry Potter!

September soon came, and Hermione was getting bigger. The bump between her hips was going to be hard to hide for much longer, so they'd have to announce their news. She was still as hormonal as ever, Draco's favorite part. The sickness that had lasted all day had waned, her cravings however had not.

So this is how she came to be in the position she was in. She had woken up in the middle of the night, craving shaved pork and chocolate milk. She rolled over to wake Draco who had been tending her midnight needs, but he wasn't there. She recalled that he was on his business trip until morning. This craving was bad, so she had to get up. She din't want to disturb the elves, and knew that the pantry didn't have her heart's desire. She dressed. Foolishly she flooed to a place where she could walk to a store. Now, she was walking back through London, lost as a ball in high weeds. Luckily she'd been able to find a store, and at least had a snack in her wanderings.

The slight positivity the milk and meat had instilled disappeared when it started to downpour.

So that was how Hermione could be found standing in the middle of London, in a torrential downpour, with no where to go.

She was too far along in her pregnancy to apparate. A crazy idea struck her, and she went with it considering it was her only option. Five blocks later she was standing on the front step of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Ginny Weasley was the person to open the door.

"Hermione?"

"Uh, hi Ginny."

Ginny, somewhat sleepy and completely frazzled, then invited Hermione in.

"I... I'm sorry to come banging on your door in such circumstances but it... it is just raining so hard!" Hermione then burst into tears. Later she'd wonder why. Was it the hormones? The happiness of seeing Ginny? The embarrassment? She'd then decide that it was all three.

Ginny was confused. She now had a wet, sobbing witch in her sitting room with chocolate milk. Never the less, she was happy. She embraced Hermione then took her into a guest bedroom to shower. When Hermione emerged from the bathroom tear free, Ginny was waiting on the bed.

"Ginny, I'm sorry I left you guys. It wasn't right but it was the only way that I could see at the time. My biggest regret is not trying to keep in touch."

"Hermione, I understand. The war effected us all, we handled it in whatever way we could. At least you're here now."

The two hugged again. Then they both laid back on the bed. They spent all night talking like they used to during summer at The Burrow.

"So you're married now huh?"

"Yep."

"What's Malfoy like in bed?"

"Ginny!"

"Hermione Granger, I'm dead serious. We have a lot of catching up to do."

"Ginny, I'm only going to say this, Wow." They both laughed, "Now why are you here at Harry's place?"

"Ginny showed Hermione a silver ring. Both girls squealed. "Harry and I are trying to keep it a secret for a while longer."

"I'm so happy for you! Oh my, how did it happen?" Ginny told Hermione all about the proposal and what little planing they had done. "Hey Ginny?"

"Hey Hermione?"

"Can I tell you a secret to?"

"Of course!"

"Draco and I are having a baby."

Ginny's eyes flew to Hermione's stomach, then much like her mother, she hugged Hermione and said, "Im going to be an aunt!" Ginny didn't waste anytime giving Hermione the fifth degree, and both girls fell asleep talking.

Hermione woke up well after the time Draco had been due home. She then woke up Ginny and told her that she had to get back. Ginny escorted Hermione to the floo and they parted ways promising to see each other soon.

Hermione was greeted by Draco when she got home. "Are you mad woman!? Where have you been? I've been worried."

She walked up to him and kissed him square on the lips. "Well, don't leave me to find my own food again. Now come, I'm feeling a different type of hungry."