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Ron was very worried about Hermione. She almost never got sick, and if she did it was never for long. But she's had stomach bug for over a month now. She usually got cramps and nausea without being sick, but lately she's been very tired and frequently got head-rushes and headaches. Ron has been trying to get her to go see a healer, but she is stubborn. She kept insisting that she was fine, and that she couldn't afford to take time off from Auror training.
Ron came home on Friday to find Hermione fast asleep on the bed. He kissed her head and covered her with a blanket, staying a moment longer to watch her sleep. He returned an hour later with some tea and toast. He rubbed her back and spoke to her in a low voice until her eyes opened. "Hey, I brought you some tea" he said as he nodded in the direction of the cup. "Mmm, thanks" she said groggily, pulling herself up to lean against the headboard. "'Mione, please go see a healer. This isn't normal" Ron pleaded. He was softly stroking her knee with his thumb. "I'll try to go over the weekend" she promised. "I'm helping out at the shop tomorrow, but I can arrange to go with you" Ron explained. Hermione shook her head. "It's just a stomach bug. I'll be fine" she assured him, running a hand through his hair.
The next day Hermione entered Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, scanning the store for Ron. "I need to talk to you" she said once she found him. He nodded and took her hand, leading them into a storage room at the back. She closed the door and Ron sat down on one of the boxes, patting the space next to him. Hermione declined, and he stared up at her to search her eyes.
"I went to see a healer" she said shyly. Her face remained expressionless, but from her eyes he could tell that she had been crying. "And?" was all he asked. He was trying to prepare himself for her answer. She took a small step forward and took his left hand in her right one. Carefully she slipped their hands beneath the fabric of her shirt, flattening them on her stomach just below her belly button. Ron's wide eyes flew to hers, understanding what she meant, but willing her to say it anyway in case he misunderstood.
"I'm pregnant" she whispered. That was all Ron needed. He jumped up and pulled her into a delicate embrace, trying to match their breathing patterns so that he exhaled when he inhaled to avoid putting any pressure on her tummy. "So why were you crying?" he asked tentatively into her hair. She sighed and and dug her head further into his chest. "I'm still shocked" she replied. "I never even allowed myself to imagine the possibility of having a baby. The healer said that this is a miracle. There's never been someone who has survived both the Infertility Curse and the Cruciatus Curse to the extent that I have, let alone be sane enough to get pregnant afterwards" she murmured against his chest. This made Ron's heart swell with pride. His wife was so much stronger than she let herself believe; her mere existence was evidence of the fact.
Ron was starting to get dizzy from his new breathing pattern, but he daren't change it. What he had thought was impossible had just happened, and he'd be damned if was going to risk it. Luckily, Hermione had caught on to what he was doing. "You can breathe normally, Ron. Our stomachs touching won't do anything" she said, her voice muffled by his shirt. He lowered one of his hands, letting it slide down her side, and stopped at her hip, gently slipping his thumb onto the skin that was now covering their child.
"How far along are you?" asked Ron after having pulled back far enough to look at her. "About ten weeks" she answered. Ron's ears turned red. "That means-" "The night Charlie came to visit in June" Hermione finished with a flushed face. Ron smiled-he was over the moon. At that moment George knocked on the door. "Everything alright in there?" he asked through the door. "We're fine, we'll be right out" Hermione called back. She turned to face her husband again. "I'm tired, I'll see you at home. Please don't tell anyone yet; I want to tell them at lunch tomorrow." Ron smiled. "Will you get home okay?" he asked. "I can still apparate, Ron. I'm pregnant, not an invalid" she teased. She gave him a quick kiss. "Don't worry, I can take care of us" she smiled. He placed his hand on her stomach one last time before letting her go.