A/N: This is the newly updated version of Chapter Two. I would like to dedicate this chapter to Valanthe, who has read and reviewed both my stories and is always there to give pointers. A few minor changes were also made to the text in this chapter and, as it was before, the tenses have been corrected. Enjoy!
"Worlds Apart"
Chapter 2
The Truth About Hermione
Although it has only been 2 days since the awkward, yet relieving, honesty that was Ron and Hermione's confession it seems that everyone and their brother knows. Even McGonagall, who has sent out the letters for next year's students, seems to know, as she wrote little reminders at the bottom of Ron and Hermione's parchment.
"Prefects are reminded that there is to be no 'hanky panky' in the hallways during nightly patrol hours."
Both Hermione and Ron got a kick out of this, as they already knew there would be no "hanky panky" for a while yet, at least no more than there already had been. They were perfectly content with where they were.
"I still don't believe that old prune used the words hanky panky," says Fred at breakfast the next day as he reads Ron's letter for the umpteenth time.
"Everyone know it's called the 'hippity dippity' now," replies George who immediately has to dodge flying bacon from several directions after his comment. "What," he says, acting surprised. "I can't deny the truth. So little bro, any hippity or hanky yet?" George continues on.
"GEORGE!" shout Ron, Hermione, and Molly all at the same time. The bacon doesn't miss its mark again. Neither does Mrs. Weasley's well-aimed cooking utensil. Ron and Hermione are both blushing profusely at George's question, almost giving away the fact that they have done something. But, amidst the laughter, both at George's situation and his comment, it is overlooked.
"LOOS LIKE RON ISN'T THE ONLY ONE GETTING BANGED NOW!" Fred wails. With that it is all over.
"Petrificus Totalis!" scream both Arthur and Molly at the same time, simultaneously hitting both twins.
"That should do for awhile," says Arthur returning to the Daily Prophet indignantly. "Why looky here," he utters. "Turns out the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is going to be a Professor Delacour. That's Funny, sounds French."
"WHAT!" scream both Hermione and Ron at the same time.
"Fleur is going to be our teacher! How terrible! She knows nothing about, well, anything, really," Hermione says in a whiny voice.
"Fleur Delacour. Professor Delacour," Ron says dreamily. "Fleur is my teacher. OW!" At this moment Ron is hit hard over the head by the same cooking utensil that ultimately lead to the twins' downfall.
"Hi, remember me? Hermione...YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" she screams loudly as Ron cowers in a corner.
"I was just- thinking about how much of a –heh- coincidence it is that the one Harry beat in the Triwizard tournament is going to teach him to defend himself-heh heh-," Ron tries to cover in a weak voice. He smiles a meek, uncertain Weasley smile and Hermione once again melts.
"Oh all right I forgive you," she says and kisses him on the cheek. "Oh, if you'll excuse me," Hermione says hurriedly as she ran from the table holding her mouth. From a distance it is heard that she is losing all her breakfast into the Weasley's toilet.
As she returned Mrs. Weasley asks her, "Are you alright dear?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I just ate too much." Molly looks suspiciously at Hermione as she sits back at the table holding her stomach. "Great breakfast by the way, while it lasted."
Deep inside Mrs. Weasley knows Hermione is hiding something. She hopes and prays it isn't what she thinks. It can't be. It has only been two weeks since they got together! But then again, in the wizarding world, the younger a girl is, the shorter they last. Hermione was sixteen. Molly figured, 'She'll only be this way three months if I'm right.' But she secretly prays that it won't happen this soon. After all, a baby could ruin both their futures forever. After everyone left the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley secretly sends an owl to Hermione's mother, preparing her for the worst. Molly would confront Hermione later. For now, Molly could only entertain one thought, 'A baby. A baby. Another Weasley in the world. What would it look like?' Molly knows she is getting ahead of herself but she is both scared and excited at the same time. 'It would be nice to have the pitter pattering around again,' Molly thinks. 'But how will everyone take this news?' Good question, for sure. But for now, Molly will keep everything to herself. No need in scaring everybody just yet. It isn't the right time.
End Notes: Please read and review this chapter, if you haven't already.
"Worlds Apart"
Chapter 2
The Truth About Hermione
Although it has only been 2 days since the awkward, yet relieving, honesty that was Ron and Hermione's confession it seems that everyone and their brother knows. Even McGonagall, who has sent out the letters for next year's students, seems to know, as she wrote little reminders at the bottom of Ron and Hermione's parchment.
"Prefects are reminded that there is to be no 'hanky panky' in the hallways during nightly patrol hours."
Both Hermione and Ron got a kick out of this, as they already knew there would be no "hanky panky" for a while yet, at least no more than there already had been. They were perfectly content with where they were.
"I still don't believe that old prune used the words hanky panky," says Fred at breakfast the next day as he reads Ron's letter for the umpteenth time.
"Everyone know it's called the 'hippity dippity' now," replies George who immediately has to dodge flying bacon from several directions after his comment. "What," he says, acting surprised. "I can't deny the truth. So little bro, any hippity or hanky yet?" George continues on.
"GEORGE!" shout Ron, Hermione, and Molly all at the same time. The bacon doesn't miss its mark again. Neither does Mrs. Weasley's well-aimed cooking utensil. Ron and Hermione are both blushing profusely at George's question, almost giving away the fact that they have done something. But, amidst the laughter, both at George's situation and his comment, it is overlooked.
"LOOS LIKE RON ISN'T THE ONLY ONE GETTING BANGED NOW!" Fred wails. With that it is all over.
"Petrificus Totalis!" scream both Arthur and Molly at the same time, simultaneously hitting both twins.
"That should do for awhile," says Arthur returning to the Daily Prophet indignantly. "Why looky here," he utters. "Turns out the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is going to be a Professor Delacour. That's Funny, sounds French."
"WHAT!" scream both Hermione and Ron at the same time.
"Fleur is going to be our teacher! How terrible! She knows nothing about, well, anything, really," Hermione says in a whiny voice.
"Fleur Delacour. Professor Delacour," Ron says dreamily. "Fleur is my teacher. OW!" At this moment Ron is hit hard over the head by the same cooking utensil that ultimately lead to the twins' downfall.
"Hi, remember me? Hermione...YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" she screams loudly as Ron cowers in a corner.
"I was just- thinking about how much of a –heh- coincidence it is that the one Harry beat in the Triwizard tournament is going to teach him to defend himself-heh heh-," Ron tries to cover in a weak voice. He smiles a meek, uncertain Weasley smile and Hermione once again melts.
"Oh all right I forgive you," she says and kisses him on the cheek. "Oh, if you'll excuse me," Hermione says hurriedly as she ran from the table holding her mouth. From a distance it is heard that she is losing all her breakfast into the Weasley's toilet.
As she returned Mrs. Weasley asks her, "Are you alright dear?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I just ate too much." Molly looks suspiciously at Hermione as she sits back at the table holding her stomach. "Great breakfast by the way, while it lasted."
Deep inside Mrs. Weasley knows Hermione is hiding something. She hopes and prays it isn't what she thinks. It can't be. It has only been two weeks since they got together! But then again, in the wizarding world, the younger a girl is, the shorter they last. Hermione was sixteen. Molly figured, 'She'll only be this way three months if I'm right.' But she secretly prays that it won't happen this soon. After all, a baby could ruin both their futures forever. After everyone left the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley secretly sends an owl to Hermione's mother, preparing her for the worst. Molly would confront Hermione later. For now, Molly could only entertain one thought, 'A baby. A baby. Another Weasley in the world. What would it look like?' Molly knows she is getting ahead of herself but she is both scared and excited at the same time. 'It would be nice to have the pitter pattering around again,' Molly thinks. 'But how will everyone take this news?' Good question, for sure. But for now, Molly will keep everything to herself. No need in scaring everybody just yet. It isn't the right time.
End Notes: Please read and review this chapter, if you haven't already.