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Chapter 37- The truth of it all

When Harry woke up the next morning to find that Ginny wasn't lying beside him. His eyes scanned the room quickly then fell on his bushy haired friend.

"Enjoy you evening with Gin?" Hermione questioned smirking.

"Yes. I-I mean n-no. You've got it all wrong. I-I me and Gin, we never, we didn't-"

"Harry calm down," Hermione said, although she found Harry's reaction slightly funny. "I know that, but it doesn't mean that Ron does."

Hermione waved her hand and Harry could hear the argument downstairs. He leaned back and sighed.

"How long have they been arguing?" he asked recognizing Ron and Ginny's voices.

"Not long," Hermione said.

"Liar."

Hermione looked as though she were going to say more when George Weasley wrenched the door open.

"Hermione, Oh hello Harry I hope you know they're arguing down there because of you anyway Hermione do you think you can shut your boyfriend up for ten tops?" George said his words slamming together, but Hermione understood what he meant.

"Yes, George I'll be down in a minute," Hermione said. George nodded and shut the door.

"Well breakfast should be ready soon," Hermione said heading for the door.

"Hermione wait," Harry said as she stopped.

"I-I had another dream," he said.

"About what?" Hermione asked leaning against the door.

"About—about," then something clicked in Harry's head. The picture. "About you actually," Harry finally spat out.

"Me?"

"Yes. You see there was this picture and it looked as though that you were pre-"

"HERMIONE!" George yelled.

"I'm coming. Harry, you think I looked pregnant?" Hermione snapped.

"I don't think, you did look pregnant and you are, aren't you," Harry said.

Hermione starred him down then turned away and out of the room.

It took Harry five minutes to get dressed and head downstairs. The argument was coming to an end and Harry headed for the kitchen.

Breakfast had been a quiet affair. Ron kept shooting him looks of anger, but Harry planned on talking to Ron about that later and about Hermione. No one seemed to speak until Remus walked in. He walked slowly, as though recovering from a serious injury, which wasn't far from the truth.

"Anything interesting from the Prophet?" he asked. Minus his ill physical appearance, Remus' voice sounded as clear as day, as though nothing had bothered him.

"Nope," Bill answered. He and Remus shared a look and Remus only frowned.

Harry looked between the two but saw nothing but eye contact. I haven't seen the Daily Prophet all day. I wonder what's going on between the two of them, Harry thought.

The rest of breakfast was a quiet affair. Angelicia and Tonks pulled Hermione away for a talk and Ginny engaged in a game of chess with Bill.

Ron headed for the staircase with Harry, tailing him. Once both were in the room Ron locked the door. He gave Harry a deeply sour look.

"It's funny," he started, "funny to see someone who went out with my sister last year and broke up with by the end of the year for the ridiculous reason that he was protecting her. Then he comes back this year miserable because he doesn't have his mate and when he gets her back, he brother doesn't complain. Hell he's got his own problems. But he trusts him to be respectful with his sister to NOT HAVE-"

"We were not having sex, I swear to Merlin. Just sleeping. I don't know what Gin told you, but I didn't touch in that way," Harry backing up. He made a mental self note to try to stay on Ron's good side when it came to Ginny, because he could swear he saw the same dark red eyes he saw so long ago in the forest, ready to attack.

Ron flexed only a tad. "You swear," the redheaded snapped.

"I swear on my mother grave," Harry said. "Look I need to talk to you about something. Well…… two things actually."

"What?"

"I had some dreams lately."

Harry first told Ron about his dream with Bella talking to Voldemort. Since it was the furthest in his memory, he couldn't remember it all detail from detail but he gave Ron the gist of it, including the part of Voldemort looking for the Vampires. Then Harry told Ron about the dream. About Jenese and how she talked to him about the place where the dead meet the undead and never the opposite. How that in the dream that he was in the future and he and many others were dead. The two agreed that they must visit this place and then Harry finally told Ron about the picture and Hermione's…..situation.

At this news Ron sat down on the bed his hands in his hair.

"You think she's pregnant, now? I mean, could you tell how many months? If it had already happened or not?" Ron asked.

Harry stopped and frowned. He really hadn't thought of that. It could be like everything else, things that hadn't happened yet.

"I really don't Ron. I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she was pregnant," Harry said after a while.

"Harry what the hell am I going to do? With this war and this baby. I can't tell mum. She'd go berserk—"

"But maybe it's best for Hermione to stay here now. I mean if she is really pregnant," Harry said.

Ron gave a harsh laugh. "Hermione, stay behind? Harry, if you couldn't get Ginny to stay behind what makes you think you'll stop Hermione. And don't even start with Mum or Remus. Because Hermione is just as smart as we are. She'll find a way out."

Harry nodded knowing it was true. Ron stood up.

"I'm going to talk to her about it tonight. Hopefully we can straighten this out. I'll you about it morning. And Harry," Ron said as he headed for the door. Harry looked up at his friend. "Thanks for telling me."

"Anytime mate."

Later that night, Ron found himself at Hermione's door. He'd tried to talk to her but he couldn't find the strength and now his strength wasn't letting him sleep until he did.

He creaked the door open, hoping she wasn't naked or anything, and to find that she was perfectly clothed on her bed.

A single tear rolled down her eye as she saw him walk in. Once inside the two of the met silence for what seemed like to be pushing an hour before Ron broke the ice.

"I talked to Harry today," he said.

"About what?" Hermione asked softly already knowing the answer. Harry really wasn't one to keep her secrets.

"About you. You being pre-"

"Pregnant?"

"You knew?" Ron asked becoming slightly angry at the thought that Hermione would hide something as important as his child from him.

"Harry talked to me about it earlier this morning. Him thinking I was pregnant because of some photo of some sort," Hermione responded calmly. She knew he'd get anger. She had been waiting for it.

"So are pregnant? Hermione how could you not tell me?" Ron snapped on the verge of yelling.

"I couldn't tell because firstly I don't know if I'm pregnant," Hermione said keeping her calm voice.

"You—you don't know?" Ron stuttered.

"No. I don't know Ron," Hermione said. "I got the test today, I just haven't tried yet."

There was a short span of silence and then Ron gave Hermione his hand and he pulled her off the bed.

"Maybe we should try it, tonight and together," Ron said. Hermione nodded against his chest.

"Hermione," Ron said softly stroking her hair. "No matter what I'll be here for you."

Hermione smiled. "I know that. C'mon let's get this bloody test over with."

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh Hermione's cursing. A future mom shouldn't do that!" Ron mocked. She playfully glared at him.

"It's amazing how well you know that Ron, because you seem to have a hard time applying it to yourself. Hence forth where I get it from," Hermione snapped in response. Ron had nothing to say to that.

Hermione pulled out the test and Ron wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Here goes nothing," Hermione said. Ron gave an encouraging smile. She took a deep breath. Ron looked around, not wanting to watch her as she took the test. Finally after a minute Hermione pulled the test back her thumb covering the results.

"Move your thumb love. We've got to see the results," Ron persuade soothingly.

"Ron, I'm nervous," Hermione said, her thumb not budging.

"Don't be. I love you and I'll love this baby. That's all that matters," Ron said rubbing her shoulders trying to get her to relax.

"But what about the war and—"

"We'll figure something out. Hermione, I won't leave alone I promise. But darling—"

"Yes I know," Hermione said.

Hermione finally removed her thumb and the results were………………...

Okay defaintly not my quickest update, but it's done. And yes will the answer will be in the next chapter. Which I'm going to try and have up by Thrusday, because my family reunion is coming up next weekend. And I'll be in North Carolina. And then after that I'm going to see my grandmother in Philadelphia. BUT, there's a computer in my grandmother's house and I have an aunt who has a laptop so I most likey,(unless I go under some serious author's block) will be updating in the month of July. In any event, thnx for the reviews, I apperciate them greatly. Might even update faster. Hint Hint

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