love, friendship, and sacrifices.
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this chapter isn't the last one, ok? just letting you know because of the ending to this chappie.

Chapter 2

It was June now. The weather was warm, and the sun was shining. Ron, Hermione, and harry were getting reading for their N.E.W.T.'s, which were approaching fast.
Hermione seemed even more on edge then usual. She was throwing odd glances at Ron, and was very fidgety. On June 5th, she pulled Harry aside to talk to him privately. Harry followed, a bit confused.
Harry, I need to tell you something. You have to promise not to tell Ron, though. I have to do that myself. she said quickly when they were out of earshot. Harry nodded mutely.
What's wrong, he asked her.
Harry, I'm pregnant. she blurted out. She dropped her head into her hands. Oh, Harry, what do I do? What if Ron doesn't want children? What if he doesn't want to be with me anymore because i'm pregnant out of wedlock? What if-
What if you don't tell him, and he finds out? He'll find out, Mione. You know he will. It would break his heart if you didn't tell him. He loves you more then anything on Earth. he interjected. Hermione smiled softly.
Thank you, Harry. she said and hugged him.
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Harry lay in his four poster bed, waiting for Ron to return from his date with Hermione. Little did Hermione know that Ron had bought an engagement ring on the last Hogsmeade trip. He was planning to ask her tonight to marry him.
He went down to the common room around 10:00 to wait for the two. They came through the portrait hole around 10:30, smiling broadly, their fingers laced. Harry looked and saw the ring on Hermione's left hand. She looked so happy. Harry gave her a pointed look, as if to ask if she had told Ron yet about her pregnancy. She shook her head slightly.
So, I take it the evening was a success? he asked. Ron beamed.
We're getting married, Harry! Hermione burst out excitedly, holding out her left hand. The ring was simple, but beautiful. It was a gold band with a diamond in the middle, surrounded by sapphires.
Yeah....and we want you to be best man, mate. Ron added.
Harry smiled. He'd never felt so happy for his best friends.
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Unfortunately, Harry wouldn't get to be best man at Ron and Hermione's wedding.
They were walking across the lawn from their last test. It was a slightly overcast day, and Harry's scar had been hurting lately.
They heard a soft, icy sounding chuckle from behind them. They all turned and saw Voldemort, accompanied by Wormtail.
I've been waiting a long time, Harry. Voldemort whispered. A very long time. He whipped out his wand, and before they could move, Hermione was hit with a curse that sent her reeling backward. She screamed. Ron roared and started toward Voldemort. Wormtail intercepted him, punching him across the face and in the stomache once or twice as Ron, too was hit with a curse. He landed near Hermione, who crawled to him, tears in her eyes.
she said. Ron opened his eyes very slowly. He smiled slightly up at her, wincing. His jaw appeared close to broken.
I guess I can't give you the wedding you always wanted, sweetheart. Looks like the end for me, don't it? he whispered, coughing.
Don't say that. Hermione sobbed, cradling her fiance's head in her lap.
Harry knew that Voldemort was planning to kill his best friends along with himself. He was merely torturing Harry by forcing him to watch them die.
Harry made his decision then and there. He had been told that Voldemort killing him would kill Voldemort as well. He knew Voldemort's plan was to kill Ron and Hermione. He knew Hermione wasn't going to leave Ron's side. Harry's brain jammed.
Hermione was pregnant. Ron didn't know yet. They were engaged to be married. They had a wonderful life ahead of them. Harry knew what he had to do. He started running towards his best friends.
Just as Voldemort cried, Avada Kedavra! Harry jumped in front of them. The curse hit him. Strangely enough, he wasn't dead yet. The magic his mother left in him was fighting the curse with all it's might, but was losing the battle. Hermione started to cry again, and Ron turned to look at Harry.
Sorry guys. I couldn't let you die. You've got a life ahead of you to look forward to. Your own little future coming soon. he started to feel death setting in. He saw his parents standing there, waiting for him. He smiled. I'll miss you guys. Tell everyone what happened, okay? The two nodded sadly. Harry closed his eyes. Bye.......
Hermione cried harder then ever. Ron started to cry, too. Harry was gone. But so was Voldemort. Minutes later, Dumbledore showed up. He stopped at the look of the scene before him.
I'm sorry. he said to Ron and Hermione. Ron was conjured onto a stretcher, Hermione held his hand all the way into the castle.
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One week later, three days after Harry's funeral, Ron and Hermione were huddled together on the couch. Ron had been thinking about something Harry had said before he died. He decided to ask Hermione about it.
Love, what did Harry mean when he said our own little future coming'? he asked her. Hermione sighed slightly and sat up, biting her lip, not sure how to put this.
Well, Ron.......a few weeks ago I found out that...... she took a deep breath. I'm pregnant. She looked up at Ron, who looked shocked.
Bloody hell.... he said, incredulously. Then he smiled at the worried look on Hermione's face. You're-You're really pregnant. she nodded. But, Mione, that's wonderful! he cried, wrapping her in a tight hug. She hugged him back, gratefully.
I told Harry on the 5th. I wasn't sure how to tell you. I was afraid you would think it too early for children.
I love you, Hermione Granger. You think I'd abandon you when you're going to have my baby? You gotta be kidding. he said, kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, relieved that he wasn't upset.
I love you, too. she said when they parted. She buried her head in Ron's chest. I wish Harry could be here with us, Ron. He sounded so happy when I told him.
We'll have to live without him. Blimey, I never thought I'd ever have to say that. Ron looked suddenly sad.
Let's go to bed. Hermione suggested. They had been sleeping in Hermione's room for the last week, neither wanting to spend the night alone. They got into bed and stayed there, cuddling, for the rest of the night.

TBC.....
There is more. The wedding, and some of their lives after that. r&r.