Chapter 10

The Best News Ever

Hermione sat on George's bed, hugging his pillow close to her. Arianna lay in a little crib Mrs. Weasley had provided. So many things ran through Hermione's mind. This was a dream. She must have banged her head really hard downstairs. Her heart beat raced. Was it a dream? Was George alive?

Seven months. She went seven months with out knowing he was alive? Everything she had believed turned out to be untrue. How had she not known about this? How did she not figure this out? It was amazing how three words had just changed her life. George is alive.

"Knock knock," Ginny quietly entered the room as not to wake Arianna. "Hey sweetie," she took a seat beside Hermione.

Hermione kept her eyes on Arianna. "I don't know if I can trust this," she whispered. "How do they know for sure he's alive? What if he's not and I get my hopes up? I can't go through that again."

Ginny put her arm around Hermione and rested her head on her shoulder. "You can't think like that. What is you heart telling you?" Hermione let out a small laugh. "I'm serious. Listen to your heart. It will tell you what's right."

Hermione rested her head against Ginny's. "He's alive."

Ginny nodded. "I feel it too. George will come back to us Hermione. Fred, Harry and Dad are already packing. They leave first thing in the morning."

Arianna sighed and shifted her position. "I can't wait till he sees her," Hermione hugged the pillow tighter. "He was so excited when I told him I was pregnant."

"I remember," Ginny laughed. Hermione remembered too.

-FLASHBACK-

One month after their one year anniversary Hermione became ill. Every morning she'd wake up dizzy and tired and she wasn't able to hold down much food. George insisted on taking her to see a Healer but Hermione wouldn't let him miss work because she had the flu. She shoed him off to work one morningand headed to the Healer herself.

She sat on the couch crying when George walked in the front door to their flat later that day.

"Honey," George rushed to her side. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Hermione continued to weep. "George, how could this happen?"

George began to panic. What was wrong with his wife? "What happened?" he asked wrapping her up in his arms.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered into his chest.

"What!?" George cried out.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what sweetheart? This is the best news ever," he exclaimed. "We're going to have a baby."

"We can't. I mean how could this happen?" she sobbed.

"Um…your mother never gave you the bird and the bees talk," George joked. "Well you see, when a man and women come together," he held his hands up and brought them together. "They um…join together and...well...if one does not use protection a girl does have a chance of getting pregnant."

Hermione hit his arm. "I know how it bloody happened you idiot. I meant how could we let this happen?"

"If I recall correctly, you were always more than willing to participate," George smirked." Mione, I don't understand. Don't you want a baby?"

"I do, but we can't do this. I'm only 21. You're 23. There's a war going on. We can't have a baby now. Not during this time. What if something happens? We're too young as it is."

George pulled Hermione away from him to look at her face. "We can do this love. My mum was young when she had Bill. He turned out fine. And this war will be over soon. Voldermort is starting to fall. Our baby won't be born into this war I can guarantee you that."

"You really want to do this?" Hermione asked.

"More than anything. We are going to make this work," George bent forward and kissed her forehead.

Hermione's frown turned into a smile. "We can do this," she nodded.

"We can convert the office area into a nursery. And we have to buy all that baby stuff for her and clothes and toys and books, of course books…" George listed off.

"Whoa. How do you know it's a her?" Hermione pulled his hand out of the air.

George smirked and placed his hand on her tiny belly. "It's a her."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that, what if it's a boy?" Hermione questioned.

"Then he's going to end up with a lot of pretty girl things," George laughed.