Hey everyone! Glad you came back to read this next chapter. It's a little shorter than the last chapters but hopefully it'll make you all laugh and cringe (in slight embarassment lol). A little note to say that Hermione is in her 9th week during this chapter. Thank you to everyone for reviewing with their comments and opinions they all mean the world to me *cyber chocolate brownies to you all* :D. Please enjoy this chapter and I do hope you laugh...I had a right old gigle to myself when I was writing it lol xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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The Unexpected Baby

Chapter Nine: Guy talk and Hormones

Charlie yawned, stretched and then made his way out of his bedroom. He hadn't slept too well the previous night for some strange reason and so he was eager to get into the kitchen to make himself a very strong cup of coffee. As he passed a table in the hall which separated the living area from the bedrooms he smiled as he glimpsed the picture of his baby, framed, and set neatly upon it. Hermione had framed it as soon as they'd gotten in from the hospital and then had proceed to drag him around all of the relatives (apart from her parents who weren't to know yet) to show them the magnificent photo.

"Hermione? What're you doing up already?" Charlie grumbled as he spotted Hermione standing with her back to him at the kitchen counter.

"I woke up really early so I decided that I'd make the breakfast this morning. You're coffee is already sitting on the breakfast table for you," she told him happily as she cut up pieces of fruit. It was overly warm this morning so neither of them was wearing their dressing gowns and as Charlie sat down at the table and sipped at his coffee Hermione turned round to face him.

"How is it?" she asked tentatively. Charlie swallowed what was in his mouth and looked at her. She wore a pair of pale pink, cloth pyjama bottoms and a matching pink, spaghetti string top. As she gave him an encouraging smile Charlie couldn't help but let his eyes bulge in shock. It felt like a bag of bricks had just smashed into his head and cracked his skull wide open. Something stirred from deep down inside him and before he knew it he was crossing his legs under the table as his own pyjama bottoms became suddenly uncomfortable around a certain area of his body.

"F-f-fine...thanks," he managed to croak.

"Have you guys noticed anything about Hermione recently?" Charlie asked the group of men who were sitting around the Shell Cottage table with him. Bill shook his head lightly as Fred, George, Harry and Arthur all affirmed that they'd noticed nothing.

"Nothing at all? You mean you haven't had a proper look at her in a while?"

"No son, is something the matter?" Arthur asked as he sipped on a steaming mug of tea. Harry stared at Charlie, the cogs in his brain turning trying to figure out what the wary Dragon Keeper might be trying to tell them.

"Well it's not that there's anything wrong but this morning I noticed something in particular about her," Charlie said not daring to tell them outright what he'd seen. Bill placed a hand firmly on his brother's shoulder.

"You've finally noticed that she is pregnant. Don't worry I noticed the same thing with Fleur, standing there every morning with a huge bowl of cereal and 10 slices of toast," he said in a reminiscing tone of voice. Charlie stared at his brother confusedly, what was he talking about? Did pregnant women actually do that? Had he been under feeding Hermione all of this time?

"She actually did that?" he asked his elder brother. Bill who was staring glassy eyed just to the right of Charlie's head, snapped out of his memories and laughed.

"Oh yeah, Fleur was a beast when she was pregnant. Ate bloody anything and everything, even my cooking," he laughed patting Charlie on the back and winking at him. Charlie looked around at the rest of the men who all in turn laughed and nodded.

"Ginny eats 6 pancakes every morning at the moment. A couple of weeks ago it was 6 slices of toast and a couple of weeks before that it was 6 breakfast muffins. Everything seems to go in 6's with her," Harry informed the confused wizard who was now starting to make mental notes.

"You remember Amy who used to work in the shop, well whenever she was pregnant she had to have a chocolate bar every hour or else she'd go crazy," George told Charlie as he remembered Amy, the first girl to ever work in their first ever joke shop.

"Yeah and if the chocolate bar wasn't a 'Honeydukes Extra Cocoa Special Delight' she would lock herself in the stockroom until she got one," Fred added, laughing at the time Amy had stayed in the stock room for over 30 minutes until he'd managed to get her the snack.

"You're mother was terrible when it came to having Ron. 4 sausages every meal time while we ate whatever it was she'd made for us," Arthur said as he remembered his wife's obsession for pork products while she'd been pregnant with his youngest son. Maybe that explained why Ronald was so besotted with sausages and bacon.

"You've got to be kidding me," Charlie groaned as he rested his forehead into the now sweaty palms of his hands. He thought the morning sickness was bad, well really it had lessened over the past few days, but apparently that was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. A laugh emitted from the room next to the kitchen, the women were having a jolly old time while Charlie was sitting stewing in his own anxiety.

"Sadly dear brother we are not." Bill's tone indicated that he was desperately trying not to laugh so Charlie elbowed him in the ribs playfully.

"Well that wasn't it, even though you have now scared me half to death thanks very much," Charlie muttered to the group as he straightened up in his chair and wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers. Bill's brow furrowed and he glanced at his brothers, brother-in-law and father. What had Charlie noticed?

"If it wasn't that then what was it?" Harry asked, his brain having come up with nothing. Charlie grimaced and took a moment to organise his thoughts. If he told them what he'd seen and how he'd felt then maybe they might read too much into it. Then again it was a healthy reaction to a perfectly normal occurrence so maybe they'd think of it that way instead; however his mind seemed to be leaning more towards the first option than the second. After plucking up his courage he decided just to tell them outright, after all they were family and wouldn't judge him too harshly.

"You know how it was pretty warm this morning?" he began. Once the men had stopped nodding their heads and complaining about how they'd tossed and turned all night due to the blasted heat, he continued.

"We didn't wear our dressing gowns this morning and when I sat down in the kitchen Hermione turned to face me and well...her chest has gotten pretty big." As a light flush tinted his cheeks the other men gaped at him in amazement.

"That was it? That is what you noticed?" Fred asked, breaking the semi-uncomfortable silence that had befallen the group. Charlie nodded slightly and scratched his head.

"Did you have a reaction to it?" George enquired a little slyly as his twin brother winked at him. Charlie glanced away from their gaze and his face turned a brighter shade of embarrassed red. The twins started to snigger and when Bill made to speak they burst out laughing.

"You became aroused by the sight of her bigger boobs?" Bill asked in a knowing voice which made Charlie want to grind his teeth in frustration and annoyance. It had not been a good idea to talk to about this.

"It's perfectly natural son. Every man gets aroused by a big chest and they don't come any bigger when a woman is pregnant," said Arthur, sounding like an old perverted man.

"Dad don't say things like that please!" Charlie said pleadingly as his father went on to talk about his mother's chest whenever she'd been pregnant for the first time. Bill, the twins and Harry were all now in fits of laughter as Charlie crossed his arms on the table and buried his head into them.

"You do know they'll get larger don't you?" Harry asked, finding it a little bit uncomfortable talking about one of his best friend's in this manner.

"They do?" Charlie mumbled from inside his folded arms. Harry chuckled and pated Charlie on the head, "You've got a lot to learn about pregnant women."

"Charlie?" Charlie lifted his head out of his arms at the sound of her voice from the doorway. He made sure not to look below her neckline as he didn't want a repeat of this morning to happen right in front of the guys.

"Time to go?" he asked, trying to remain calm and keep the blush from appearing on his face again. Hermione smiled warmly at him, took him by the hand and led him to the doorway. Charlie looked back to say goodbye to the wizards sitting around the table but when he spotted the shocked look on all of their faces he smirked, winked, said a very smug goodbye and then went with Hermione to the fireplace in the living area.

When Charlie and Hermione had left Fred turned to George and gawped at him, his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes bulging from his head. His twin looked identical to him and they both looked over at Bill whose jaw was clenched shut and his gaze fixed on the wooden table. They then turned to their father who was staring out of the window and humming lightly to himself. Finally they looked at Harry who looked mildly ill.

"Did you guys just see them same thing that we did?" the twins asked aloud disrupting the men at the table from the inner most thoughts. Harry nodded grimly, took off his glasses and set them softly on the table. Bill pursed his lips and looked up and out of the open door sighing deeply.

"I think we all seen them perfectly boys," Arthur muttered as the younger wizards at the table simultaneously crossed their legs.

Stupid pregnancy hormones! Hermione's fingers gripped her book tightly as she tried to read about the effects of illegal love potions on overly emotional witches and wizards. Why did they have to make her feel like this? Why couldn't they have made her feel the opposite like they did for so many other women?

"Are you alright?" The worried voice broke her out of her deep concentration and she looked up at him. Oh Merlin why did he have to adorn shorts and a vest top now?

"Just...peachy," Hermione managed to say as her eyes raced over every single contour of his body. She'd began to notice it more and more since he'd moved in, although it had only ever been in casual observation and admiration. Charlie and a considerably hot body! His muscles were well defined from all of the exercise his job required, he was a nice tan colour and not all pasty and white like Ron had been and a few of his scars even looked sexy on him. 'Dangerous' was what ran through her mind however she knew the wizard standing before her was anything but. If it had been any other time Hermione wouldn't have felt much when looking at him, but the recent deployment of hormones that her brain had sent to her body were telling her different.

"Are you sure?" His voice was a perfect tenor and if used properly could be deeply seductive.

'Stop thinking these things!' Hermione screamed to her over reactive mind.

'You've already had sex with him once so why not do it again? You know it will satisfy your needs,' her thoughts whispered to her in a very devious manner. Hermione controlled her need to whimper.

"I'm sure just feeling...hormonal, that's all," she muttered, a false chuckle emitting from her chest. Speaking of chest, it was as tender as hell! She really needed to invest in a new supportive and let's face it bigger bra.

"Hormonal? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Charlie asked innocently.

'Take me right here right now sounds good,' the devious, hormone enraged part of her brain whispered as she grimaced slightly.

"N-no...I'll be alright. I'm just feeling a little...hot and bothered, nothing to worry about really," Hermione told him, trying to cover up what she was really feeling because if he knew the truth then it would surely destroy him.

'But you've already had sex!'

'Oh be quiet!' Hermione threatened that little hormonal voice which seemed to be very persistent.

"I'll open a window for you," Charlie said brightly as he walked over to the window. Hermione couldn't help it, she just had to look. Oh sweet Merlin he had a sexy ass, there was no being polite about it, Charlie's ass was sexy! Perfection at its peak. So perfectly toned and mouth-wateringly pinch-able. Hermione wondered for a moment if she could get away with giving it a little pinch, but her conscience overruled her hormone demented mind.

"Oh Charlie? Could you pick up Shadow for me and take him outside so he can go before bedtime?" Hermione asked the Dragon Keeper in an angelic timbre as he turned to face her again. Charlie agreed and went to get Shadow who was lying mere feet in front of where the innocent Healer was sitting. Hermione peeked over the top of her book and waited for the moment. Charlie bent down, his back facing Hermione and picked up the sweet little kitten.

'Sweet Merlin and anything else that's worth mentioning,' Hermione thought as her eyes widened at the sight of Charlie's posterior which was now fully on display.

"I'll be back in a moment," Charlie said to her as he straightened back up again and made for the front door. Hermione was now fully 'immersed' in her book and as soon as the front door closed she placed her book down on her lap and sighed to herself.

'That's enough now. I think this might just get a little bit awkward.'

Hermione awoke the next morning with a start. Her sleep had been particularly troubled with vivid dreams about her and several different people doing things which were too naughty to say out loud. Most of the people who had starred in her dreams had freaked her out. Healer Cummings had invited her into his office in one dream and things had gotten pretty steamy when the dream decided to shift and change. A short image of her and Ron had appeared, it was more of a memory than a dream but it was crude nonetheless. Draco Malfoy had starred in the next and even though it was Draco Malfoy Hermione had to admit she'd rather enjoyed that one. Finally Charlie concluded the last chunk of the dream. It had been very blurry and she couldn't really recall much of it but all she knew was that it had felt very real and that was the factor which had woken her.

"Bloody hormones...no good for anything!" she grumbled as she slid out of bed and into her slippers. It was another warm day and she felt rather sticky. A shower was most definitely required. Still grumbling she made her way into the kitchen where Charlie was busy making breakfast. As she growled in an annoyed fashion at him she grabbed her slice of toast and chewed aggressively on it.

"Are you okay Herms?" The disgruntled Healer glanced in Charlie's direction and uttered something about stupid hormones and disgusting dreams. Charlie scratched his head in confusion and then shrugged his shoulders, as long as he hadn't done something to upset her.

"I'm going for a shower," Hermione muttered as she drained a glass of milk and stood up at the table. Charlie looked at her from his position at the kitchen counter and smiled warmly at her. It took all of his will power not to stare open mouthed at her chest, which was covered once again by a thin pyjama top. As she left the kitchen he couldn't help but get images in his head of the pretty Healer in the shower.

'Bad Charlie, that's not right!' he hissed to himself as he saw a naked Hermione in his mind's eye.

'Don't act like you don't want it,' a voice in his head, which sounded like the woman in question, whispered seductively back to him.

'Don't be rude,' Charlie said to the voice as the image in his head began to become more vulgar. For a moment he stood in complete silence, fighting hard to remove the images from his head. It didn't help matters much when he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Growling in frustration he began to prepare Hermione's lunch for her. The images now included him and he was finding that his pyjama trousers were becoming uncomfortable once again.

'You want it,' the voice purred. Charlie grimaced as he set down the knife he was holding.

'I want it,' he murmured back causing the angelic, seductive voice to laugh. He opened his eyes which he hadn't realised he'd closed. He looked down and frowned.

'Great,' he thought as a ringing laughter filled his mind, 'this is going to be more difficult than I thought.'

A/N: Well?? What did you all think of that one then? Worth the read or was it complete rubbish...REVIEW and tell me all xxxxx