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Ron lay beside Hermione in the bed, his arm around her stomach that was swollen from the baby inside her. Crookshanks, the ginger cat, hopped onto the bed and hissed at Ron and climbed on top of his arm, trying to block Ron from getting to her.
"Stupid cat." Ron muttered, knocking it off his arm.
"Hey, hey, hey…" Hermione said, putting a hand on his arm. "Be careful. She's getting old." Hermione pet the little animal and she purred, rubbing her head against her.
"What's gotten into her lately?" Ron asked.
Hermione shrugged. "Animals can tell when a woman is carrying." Hermione said, kissing the animals head.
"What about when a man is carrying?" Ron asked.
Hermione glanced at him and smiled before laughing.
"I'll tell you when you're older..." She giggled, quoting a woman on the side of the street they heard talking the other day to her son.
"That er… came out wrong…" Ron said, clearing his throat. "What I meant was…"
"It doesn't matter." Hermione said, rolling over and sitting up. She put her hand on his chest and traced the pictures on his T-shirt. "I'll always love you."
Ron looked at her and she smiled at his beautiful features that looked so carefully put together. She lay back down and wrapped an arm around him. "I love you." He said, kissing the top of her head.
"I know, Hun." She said, moving closer and resting her head in his chest as Crookshanks made her way between them.