Author's Note: I realize I've been gone twelve bazillion years, but there
was a problem with my computer, and yada yada, so PLEASE forgive me for the
lack of update!!!! I still love you all!!!!!
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters belong to JK Rowling.
After the purchase of their brand new flat, Hermione and Ron had plenty to worry about. Hermione quickly began to panic over everything including names, cribs, and had also begun to read plenty of books on childcare.
Plenty was, actually, a bit of an understatement.
"Hermione!" Ginny scolded jokingly as she walked into the flat. "This place is covered with books!"
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked absently. She was sitting in the only available sitting spot, an armchair in the corner of the living room. She was reading a book called, What To Expect When You're Expecting.
"What am I talking about?" Ginny asked. She gestured to the floor. "Hermione, I can't even see the floor! You've got books everywhere!"
And she did. Books were pouring out of the shelves, immersing the floor, and crowding every empty surface.
Ginny leaned over to pick up a few of the titles. "Joanne Brinkhart's Guide To Successful Toddler hood? Potty Training, The Adventure? How To Tell If It's A Squib?" Ginny laughed. "Hermione, why are you reading all this?"
Hermione gestured to her stomach. It had grown a little larger. "This is why! I've got to be prepared, you know. Nine months isn't nearly enough to learn to take care of a baby, and I've already wasted a whole month and a half. I'm just glad I started studying now, if never."
"But you're months away," she said. "And hasn't Mum told you mothering is supposed to come naturally? This isn't like the N.E.W.Ts."
Hermione tossed her head into the air. "I know it's not. I just want to know as much as I can."
Ginny shook her head. "So, where's my dear brother?"
"He went out," Hermione said, smiling. "He's looking at broomsticks."
"For whom?" Ginny asked, wrinkling her nose. "Him?"
"For the BABY," Hermione said, then burst into hysterics, in which Ginny gladly joined her.
"I can't believe him," she said.
"So, where's Harry?" Hermione asked, trying not to sound remotely suggestive. She kept her face directed toward her book, but couldn't help glancing a peek at Ginny.
Ginny shrugged and said, "Why would I know?" but Hermione saw the Weasley blush creep onto her face.
"Don't know," Hermione said. "You two have been spending an awful lot of time together."
"Hermione Georgia Granger!" Ginny yelled, getting up. She was turning so red from anger that Hermione could swear she saw steam boiling from her ears. "Don't you DARE accuse me of that! I know EXACTLY what you're thinking, and I'll tell you something, IT ISN'T TRUE!"
Gotcha, Hermione thought. "Just what do you think I think, Ginny?"
"You have the PREPOSTEROUS idea that.. That.." Ginny groaned loudly.
"That what, Ginny?"
"THAT I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOUR MANGY BEST FRIEND!" she yelled.
"You mean Harry?"
"No, the bloody OTHER wizard who you suspect! OF COURSE HARRY!"
Hermione smirked. "You said it, not me." She knew it was terribly like Ron to do this to Ginny, but over the past few weeks she had come to a realization. Harry and Ginny were very attracted to each other. And they had to get that out in the open. Hermione was going to do whatever it took to get there.
Ginny groaned loudly. "I DO NOT!"
"DO TOO!"
"DO NOT!"
"DO TOO!"
"DO NOT!"
"DO NOT!"
"DO TOO!"
"See?" Hermione said. "You admitted it. You do like him."
Ginny knew Hermione had cheated, but hell, there was no point in lying anymore. "Fine. I like Harry. So what?"
"So maybe he likes you too!" Hermione squealed. This was so exciting!
"So maybe he likes me too," Ginny said. "I don't bloody care. I'll get over this stupid renewal of some idiotic schoolgirl crush in two and a half days."
"Maybe it's not a stupid renewal of some idiotic schoolgirl crush," Hermione said.
"What do you mean?" Ginny snapped. "What else could it be?"
Hermione shrugged. "Perhaps it's love."
"Love?" Ginny nearly laughed as she said it. "Me? In LOVE? With Harry Potter? Hermione, you must be joking. He's practically my brother."
"The best relationships always started out as friendships." Ginny watched as a thirteen year old Hermione was resurrected before her very eyes. "I read up on it before Ron and I started dating in fifth year."
"Fuck that, Hermione," Ginny said. "I was over Harry by third year, and Lord knows I'm going to get over him now. Besides, we've got more important things to worry about."
"Like what?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"Like when you're going to get rid of these books," Ginny said, grinning, "and go to a place where you can get some real experience ."
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Heee heeee!!!! Yes, I know it was a cliff hanger, and I know it was short, but sue me! I wasn't able to write for a while!!! REVIEW IF YOU LOVE ME, REVIEW IF YOU DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters belong to JK Rowling.
After the purchase of their brand new flat, Hermione and Ron had plenty to worry about. Hermione quickly began to panic over everything including names, cribs, and had also begun to read plenty of books on childcare.
Plenty was, actually, a bit of an understatement.
"Hermione!" Ginny scolded jokingly as she walked into the flat. "This place is covered with books!"
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked absently. She was sitting in the only available sitting spot, an armchair in the corner of the living room. She was reading a book called, What To Expect When You're Expecting.
"What am I talking about?" Ginny asked. She gestured to the floor. "Hermione, I can't even see the floor! You've got books everywhere!"
And she did. Books were pouring out of the shelves, immersing the floor, and crowding every empty surface.
Ginny leaned over to pick up a few of the titles. "Joanne Brinkhart's Guide To Successful Toddler hood? Potty Training, The Adventure? How To Tell If It's A Squib?" Ginny laughed. "Hermione, why are you reading all this?"
Hermione gestured to her stomach. It had grown a little larger. "This is why! I've got to be prepared, you know. Nine months isn't nearly enough to learn to take care of a baby, and I've already wasted a whole month and a half. I'm just glad I started studying now, if never."
"But you're months away," she said. "And hasn't Mum told you mothering is supposed to come naturally? This isn't like the N.E.W.Ts."
Hermione tossed her head into the air. "I know it's not. I just want to know as much as I can."
Ginny shook her head. "So, where's my dear brother?"
"He went out," Hermione said, smiling. "He's looking at broomsticks."
"For whom?" Ginny asked, wrinkling her nose. "Him?"
"For the BABY," Hermione said, then burst into hysterics, in which Ginny gladly joined her.
"I can't believe him," she said.
"So, where's Harry?" Hermione asked, trying not to sound remotely suggestive. She kept her face directed toward her book, but couldn't help glancing a peek at Ginny.
Ginny shrugged and said, "Why would I know?" but Hermione saw the Weasley blush creep onto her face.
"Don't know," Hermione said. "You two have been spending an awful lot of time together."
"Hermione Georgia Granger!" Ginny yelled, getting up. She was turning so red from anger that Hermione could swear she saw steam boiling from her ears. "Don't you DARE accuse me of that! I know EXACTLY what you're thinking, and I'll tell you something, IT ISN'T TRUE!"
Gotcha, Hermione thought. "Just what do you think I think, Ginny?"
"You have the PREPOSTEROUS idea that.. That.." Ginny groaned loudly.
"That what, Ginny?"
"THAT I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOUR MANGY BEST FRIEND!" she yelled.
"You mean Harry?"
"No, the bloody OTHER wizard who you suspect! OF COURSE HARRY!"
Hermione smirked. "You said it, not me." She knew it was terribly like Ron to do this to Ginny, but over the past few weeks she had come to a realization. Harry and Ginny were very attracted to each other. And they had to get that out in the open. Hermione was going to do whatever it took to get there.
Ginny groaned loudly. "I DO NOT!"
"DO TOO!"
"DO NOT!"
"DO TOO!"
"DO NOT!"
"DO NOT!"
"DO TOO!"
"See?" Hermione said. "You admitted it. You do like him."
Ginny knew Hermione had cheated, but hell, there was no point in lying anymore. "Fine. I like Harry. So what?"
"So maybe he likes you too!" Hermione squealed. This was so exciting!
"So maybe he likes me too," Ginny said. "I don't bloody care. I'll get over this stupid renewal of some idiotic schoolgirl crush in two and a half days."
"Maybe it's not a stupid renewal of some idiotic schoolgirl crush," Hermione said.
"What do you mean?" Ginny snapped. "What else could it be?"
Hermione shrugged. "Perhaps it's love."
"Love?" Ginny nearly laughed as she said it. "Me? In LOVE? With Harry Potter? Hermione, you must be joking. He's practically my brother."
"The best relationships always started out as friendships." Ginny watched as a thirteen year old Hermione was resurrected before her very eyes. "I read up on it before Ron and I started dating in fifth year."
"Fuck that, Hermione," Ginny said. "I was over Harry by third year, and Lord knows I'm going to get over him now. Besides, we've got more important things to worry about."
"Like what?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"Like when you're going to get rid of these books," Ginny said, grinning, "and go to a place where you can get some real experience ."
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Heee heeee!!!! Yes, I know it was a cliff hanger, and I know it was short, but sue me! I wasn't able to write for a while!!! REVIEW IF YOU LOVE ME, REVIEW IF YOU DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!
shivvyshiv