A lot had happened since the attack Ron and Hermione had encountered almost five months ago.
First off, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny had found that the Death Eaters had completely destroyed Diagon Alley when they came out of their flats. They had instantly Apparated to the Burrow, where they were only safe for a limited of time. Within days, more Death Eaters found them there and the families had to flee again.
The Death Eaters had completely taken over the Wizarding World. They had no leader, only the will of their dead Dark Lord. Harry, Ron and Hermione could no longer work at the Ministry, because Death Eaters had taken over that too. However, Harry and Ron would go out to fight every day, and Hermione feared that one day, they wouldn't come back.
Now, Hermione and Ron were completely hidden in a Muggle suburb with Harry, Ginny, and James in the house next to them. But Hermione knew it was only a matter of time until they were forced out of their new beautiful house.
Despite this new fallen world, one day, Hermione was rushing home from a nearby store she now worked at with a beaming smile on her face.
She had no idea how to tell Ron her news, but she knew if she didn't soon, it would burst out of her anyway.
Hermione unlocked the door to their home and rushed inside. She found Ron, Harry, and a number of other men sitting around a wireless, listening to the Chudley Cannons game.
Her face almost fell, but she was determined to stay happy. "Ron, I need to tell you something –"
"Ssh, the game's almost over, love!" Ron said, waving at her to be quiet.
Hermione pursed her lips and looked around the room. Ron had taken the day off, and he had evidently decided to invite all the boys over and throw a Quidditch party. Drinks were set on every table, and she recognized ten other males in her home: Harry, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Teddy Lupin (now almost eight years old), Neville, Rolf (Luna's husband), Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Ernie Macmillian.
"…and the Tornadoes score!" the announcer on the wireless declared. All the boys in the room groaned.
"Cheer up mates, we're still twenty points ahead!" Neville said, getting up to fill his empty firewhiskey glass.
Hermione tried again. "Ron, I think you'll really want to hear what I have to say –"
Ron shushed her again as the announcer spoke: "Samson has seen the Snitch! Oh, but looks like Ubston has too…"
Hermione flushed with anger and impatience as everyone in the room froze to listen extra hard to the broadcast. Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore.
"Ronald Weasley, will you please give me a moment of you time so I can tell you that I'm pregnant?"
"…and the Chudley Cannons win the game!"
The only sound in the room was the roar of the crowd at the game on the wireless. Every head slowly turned to Hermione, and all eyes were on her. There was no cheering in the room to hear of.
But Hermione only had eyes for Ron's reaction. It seemed to be the same as everyone else's: shock.
"You're what?" he asked, his voice full of rasp.
"I'm – I'm pregnant," Hermione said with a slight smile and more confidence.
To her relief, Ron's face broke out in a grin threatening to rip his face. "That's brilliant! That means…I'm – I'm going to be a father!"
Hermione nodded, her smile growing bigger and bigger. Ron actually laughed out loud, and kissed her fully on the mouth. He lifted her up off her feet and spun her in a full circle with happiness. He then turned to the other men in the room and repeated: "I'm going to be a father!"
"We heard," Harry stated, grinning at his two best friends. "Congratulations, you two." He hugged Hermione and thumped Ron on the back.
Ron turned back to Hermione, and Hermione, not fully realizing what she was doing, slapped him on the arm.
"Ow, what was that for?" Ron asked, looking bewildered.
"That's for not paying attention to me!" Hermione said, half angry and half amused at how Ron was taking it. "Is this how you wanted to find out? Along with the rest of your friends?"
"I don't care how I found out as long as it's happening," Ron said with that lovely, serious voice he used on her. This made Hermione smile, and Ron kissed her again.
"Hermione I swear, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you and this baby are always happy," Ron said once they split apart. "You'll have my attention all the time." He hugged Hermione and lifted her chin so she was staring up at him. "You're already my world, and now this baby is my world too."
Hermione beamed at him and realized she couldn't believe what was happening. Ron Weasley, the one boy she couldn't stand throughout her Hogwarts education, was her husband and they were having a baby together. In Hermione's mind, it was completely unbelievable.
Everyone who had come to listen to the game were now coming up to Ron and Hermione and congratulating them. Once Hermione felt like she had had enough, she began to shoo them all out of the house.
"Alright, I want everyone out of my house now!" Hermione announced. "I'm pregnant, and the mood swings will be kicking in soon and you will not want to mess with me!"
This forced the men out of the house. When the last guest had left (Harry with Teddy, who both promised to see Ron and Hermione soon) Hermione began to clean up the living room.
"Oi, what are you doing?" Ron came into the room from the entryway, looking scandalized at what Hermione was doing. Hermione gave him a questioning look.
"Cleaning up the living room?" Hermione said, her hands full of empty glasses.
"Oh, no you're not," Ron said, taking the glasses from her. "I do everything for the next nine months."
"The next nine months?" Hermione asked. "Why can't you do more when I'm not pregnant?"
Ron shot her a sweet, tender look. "You know, I might just take you up on that."
Hermione grinned. She loved it when he was sweet like this, just for her. "I love you, Ron."
Ron smiled, and kissed her deeply. "I love both of you."
