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The morning sun was just staring to peak through he deep crimson curtains when Hermione woke up. She hadn't slept much that night. She kept thinking about the baby and what names they had discussed. Everything was happening so fast, yet it seemed like some kind of slow motion vortex.

           "Ron?" she whispered urgently

"Go back sleep..." he mumbled into the thick quilt that he had been covered with.

"Ron, it has to be five thirty. You need to get back to your dorm."

"We're gunna get married, s'okay."

"Yes, and we're still students for another seven weeks. Students who have to follow the rules, personally, I want to graduate from here."

Ron rolled over so that he was now on his back. Yawing her brought his hands up to his face and rubbed his eyes of sleep. His read hair was sticking up all over the place and his robes where one wrinkled mess.

"Come on, I'll get up with you." she kissed Ron's forehead and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Ron was still laying there, his eyes unfocused to the ceiling. "Ron you can go right back asleep once you get in your own bed."

"I'm coming...."

Slowly Ron got up and walked over to Hermione who was putting the invisibility cloak over herself. He got under it with her and Hermione pulled the cloak over them.

"I hope you're not this bad when we're married."

"I don't intend on sleeping much."

"Yeah, and once the baby comes, you won't sleep either."

Hermione laughed with Ron and opened the door once she had gotten her giggles under control. No one was out in the prefect's circle so she put her arm about Ron and started off.

They made the walk to the Gryfindor tower as quiet as possible. Hermione was barefoot and Ron tried not to make his shoes squeak. The fat lady let them in, but only after they woke her up and had to repeat the password "Oobi Serto" three times.

Once in the common room they saw it was abandoned, except for Harry, who'd, fallen asleep on one of the plush armchairs. His glasses had slid down his nose some and his wild hair as fallen into his eyes. Hermione took the off the cloak and threw it on to a table that was near by.

"Ron, why don't' you go up to bed? I'll take Harry up in a minute. Meet you down in the Great Hall at nine, okay?"

"Love you, Hermione."

"I love you too," she said, kissing him "Now go up and get some sleep."

Hermione waited until Ron had trudged up the stairs and walked into his dorm to wake up Harry.

"Harry? Wake up." Hermione said, squatting down on Harry's right side.

Harry's eyes flew open at the sound of Hermione's voice. He'd stayed awake until close to four waiting for Ron to come back. Finally he fell asleep, but in the back of his mind he know that something was going on and that it was big.

"Hey, 'Mione."

" 'Morning. You should go up to bed. I doubt that you slept well here. Ron just went up a few seconds ago."

"How did everything go?" Harry asked sitting up

"Fine, Harry, just fine. I'll tell you more over breakfast, I promise."

"That's great, I told you it would work out."

"And you were right."

"See you later."

"Sleep well Harry."

Hermione waited until Harry shut the dorm door before she got up and flopped down on the chair that Harry had just slept in. Bringing her feet up and crossing them, she stared into he nearly dead fire and thought., She had been thinking allot lately, mostly about how much her life was going to change. This was a beginning and an ending all at the same time. Hermione didn't quite know what to do with herself.

After gathering her thoughts back together, she got up and went to her own room. By this point she was too awake to fall back asleep, so Hermione stated to write the two owls that she was dreading. After a good hour of crying and writing, she completed her letter to Viktor.

Dearest Viktor--

This isn't' the type of letter that you would want to get, or the type that you would want to send. I did something seven weeks ago that I think you should have the right to know about. I, while drunk, slept with Ron. I know by now you're ready to kill me, but there's more. I'm pregnant. I told Ron last night and he asked me to marry him. I accepted, but I know that you will probably never want to see me again. I don't blame you for not wanting to see me either. I betrayed you in a deep way, and that is unforgivable. I guess this is good-bye. Please know that I'll always think of you.

Forever,

H

She still didn't know what to say to her parents, so she ended up not writing the second letter. She rolled the parchment up, put her trademark greenish blue wax over the opening and sealed it with her ornate 'H' stamper that Viktor had bought for her the summer that she visited him. There was a fancy script 'H' in the middle and a vine of roses was wrapped around the entire letter.

Going up to the owlwery, Hermione attached the message to a hardy looking tawny owl. As the bird was flying off to the sun, Hermione stared off into the distance. Everything was the same as it was this time yesterday, but she had changed in definably. This time twenty-four hours ago she wasn't sure if she was pregnant, she had her professional quddich boyfriend who loved her, and she had endless options. Now she was engaged, pregnant, and oddly enough, happier than she ever thought she could be in her life.