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When Harry and Hermione got up to the Gyriffindor tower, Harry just when up to his dorm, but not after giving Hermione's hand another quick squeeze. Ron was off in a corner working on his charts and the others in the room were very involved in homework or playing games such as exploding snap.
Hermione walked behind Ron and started to rub his shoulders. Ron didn't pay much mind since she often did this when either Harry or Ron were stressed out about an assignment. It was their little ritual, something that Ron decided he was going to miss very much once they all graduated.
"How's it coming?"
"I don't know, but if I don't get this soon, I'm going to resort to the old standby."
"Death? Famine? Disease? Great tragedy?" Hermione asked jokingly, trying really hard to think of a way to break the news about the baby to him
"All the above. She'll eat it up, it chart will get an 'A' and I get to keep my sanity."
Hermione leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, and that really got Ron's attention. He immediately straightened up. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Hermione's attentions, it was that he felt to so guilty about that night, and how he left her after she fell asleep. He really did love her; he had ever since fourth year, ever since Viktor came in to the picture.
"Ron, we really need to talk." she whispered into his ear
"Sure, here?" Ron asked, thinking that if the kiss was any indication of the impeding conversation, the common room was not any place to talk.
"Up in my room. Ask Harry if you can use his invisibility cloak, we can't be seen. I'll put a charm on the door so that we'll have some privacy...for a bit at least."
"Sure...see you there then."
Hermione started off to her room while Ron got his things together. Hermione's room was off the prefect circle, that was, the circular chamber that had all the prefect's bedroom's around it. Once inside she took off her robes and changed into her pajamas, an oversized T-shirt and a cut off flannel pants. After she was changed, she started to smooth on some of the chamomile cream that her mum had bought her the pervious Christmas as a gift.
While she was brushing her hair back into its nightly ponytail, she heard a knock on the door.
"It's open."
Hermione saw the door and open shut, seemingly on its own. Ron slipped the cloak off, and his astonished face was revealed.
"Ron, anyone there?" she said, calling Ron back since his glazed over look gave the impression that he'd checked out
"Oh yeah, sorry."
"I could have sworn for a minute that you mistook me for a veela," she said, trying to make Ron smile.
Ron felt bad for looking at Hermione, but still couldn't' get over how pretty she had become. She was slender and had curves in all the right places. She also had found a spell to tame her hair so that it was always sleek and shiny. She had grown it out the past year so that it was just a bit above her elbows. She, in Ron's mind, couldn't be mistaken for a veela; she was much to pretty.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
Hermione walked over to the bed, sat down, propping her head up on the headboard. After settling down, she patted the space next to her. Ron took the invitation and sat down on the bed next to her.
"Ron, I really don't know any other way to say this, so I'm going to come right out with it."
"You can tell me anything Hermione. Trust me."
"First I need you to take a deep breath," Ron did as he was told, mainly to humor her, but knowing that there was some validity behind this gesture. "We're going to have a baby."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I've know for a couple weeks, I guess, but I did the test today, and it came back positive."
Ron knew what had to be done. There really wasn't any other option in his mind. He loved Hermione and their baby, and that was that. Forget what is family said, or Viktor for that matter, Hermione and the baby was now the priority.
"So do you want to get married before or after the baby is born?"
Hermione was speechless for once. She really didn't know what to say. She thought that maybe someday they would get married, but this just came out of nowhere.
"That is...if you'd marry me." he added quickly after seeing her eyes
"No, I want to...we want to."
"Really!"
Ron kissed his fiancée and then lifted up her shirt exposing her belly and kissed that also.
"Really, Ron. We both love you."
Hermione put a locking charm on the door and the rest of night was spent planning the wedding and talking about the future. She talked about what kind of wedding she had always wanted and the wedding gown she fell in love with when she went to France. Ron talked about how much he wanted this to really be true, and even though that they were young, they could make it.
They also talked about baby names and where they would live. By the time that they fell asleep, Hermione was laying on the pillow and Ron's head was in her lap.
The last thought Hermione had before she drifted off in to sleep was that everything was going to work fine and Ron was never going to felt anything happen to her or their baby.
