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Chapter six

Out in the Open (part zwei)

Hermione needed help, right now, but no one else was around. What could he do? She was calling his name. How could he have left his wand inside, he would never be able to reach it in time. In mere seconds, she would hit the ground and they would die…

Ron woke to the sound of rain hammering his window. He tried to shake off the bizarre and frightening dream that he had yet again last night, as he stretched and got out of bed.

This was the day that he and Hermione had designated to finally tell their family about their situation. They had already broke the news to their close friends (Hermione didn't tell Ron that Harry already knew, that might've hurt Ron's feelings. She just told Harry to act surprised). Ginny couldn't have been more thrilled for them; in fact, she started making a list of baby names.

Ron took a shower and put on his clothes. He went to meet Hermione at the little coffee shop near her flat, and from there they would go to the Burrow, and then onto Hermione's parents' house.

"You're going to be fine." Hermione reassured him.

"I'm just worried about my mum, she's very old-fashioned," Ron explained. "How are your parents going to be?"

Hermione thought for a minute. "It's hard to say, they're usually really supportive of me, but I don't know about this time… I'm really only worried about my dad."

Ron felt a new kind of nervous at the thought of having to face Hermione's father, he wasn't very good with the dads. His last girlfriend's dad was extremely intimidating, but it's hard not to feel intimidated when you're talking to your date's father while he's polishing a loaded hunting rifle.

"Are you ready?" Hermione asked as they got up to leave.

Ron nodded meekly, and with that, they apparated to the Burrow.

"Mum, Dad, are you in?" Ron called. He heard rapid footsteps hurtling down the stairs, meaning they were home.

"Ron, Hermione, it's so nice to see you!" Mrs. Weasley pulled them both into a bone-crushing hug. Mr. Weasley asked, "How've you been?"

"We're fine. How are you?" Hermione said politely.

Mrs. Weasley's look of excitement slowly faded into skepticism. "I'm just fine," She looked back and forth at the two nervous faces, "May I ask why you're here?"

Ron glanced at Hermione, "Well, mum, we just wanted to visit."

Mrs. Weasley made a noise of disbelief (that's probably where Ginny got it).

"And," he continued, "We have something we want to talk about."

They waited for a few seconds, then Mr. Weasley asked, "Well, what is it?"

"I'm pregnant," Hermione came right out with it, "We're pregnant." She gesticulated to herself and Ron.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood there silent for a moment. "You're what?" They asked simultaneously

"Pregnant," Ron repeated, and Hermione nodded.

Mrs. Weasley plopped down in the conveniently placed chair behind her. Mr. Weasley stood there, shocked

"Say something." Ron said after an uncomfortable silence.

"Well, what is there to say? If you're pregnant, you're pregnant. There's nothing we can do about it," Mrs. Weasley said, a tone of disapprovement in her voice.

Hermione's eyes filled with tears. She was so hoping they were going to be supportive.

After another uncomfortable silence, Mr. Weasley said "I am happy for you guys, I was just completely taken off guard. Mrs. Weasley finally broke down too and gave them both another huge hug, "I'm sorry for being so cold at first, it was just so unexpected." Hermione and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. She continued, "Well, I guess since we can't change the past, we'll just look forward to the future."

They shot her a confused look.

"When's the wedding going to be?" She asked, her original look of excitement returning to her face.

"Yeah, we'll want to set aside another day in our schedule." Mr. Weasley chuckled (Ginny and Harry already told them about their wedding plans).

Ron and Hermione looked nervously at each other. "Well, actually, we aren't going to get married," Ron explained.

Their faces fell.

Hermione was hurt by this as well. Marrying Ron had been her dream since they went to school together. I guess I really know how he feels about me now, she thought.

"Ron, can I see you in the kitchen?" Mrs. Weasley said with a returning hint of disapprovement in her voice. They moved into the kitchen.

"Ron, your father and I may be supportive of your situation," Ron rolled his eyes at the now frequently used word. "But others in our community may, well… they might look down on it."

Ron glared at her, "So are you saying that you're worried about what other people will think if we're not married?"

Mrs. Weasley went a little pink, "I'm just saying… I mean, don't you want to at least consider getting married? I know how much you care about her, don't you want to at least think about it?"

Ron, of course, wanted to marry Hermione. He had known that for some time, but he wasn't about to pressure her into doing anything she didn't want to do. If only she could remember the night I told her how I felt about her, then marriage might be a tangible thing at this point…

Mrs. Weasley was still waiting for an answer.

"Mum, we're not going to get married," Ron replied slowly. "But I hope that you'll still love your new grandson or granddaughter, anyway."

Mrs. Weasley paused for a moment, "Of course, of course I will." She gave Ron another enormous hug, and left the kitchen to go congratulate Hermione.

After they left the Burrow, they apparated back to Ron's flat and from there, they drove to Hermione's parents house (they couldn't apparate into a muggle neighborhood). It was a long drive since her parents live out in the countryside.

Ron was feeling nervous again. If he was a dad, he would never want some guy to tell him that he got his little girl pregnant. Today he would have to be that guy.

"We're here," Hermione said as they pulled up to plain, white house with a shockingly red front door.

Seeing the now almost panicky look on Ron's face, she said "Don't worry, you'll be fine. My parents already know you, and like you, so it won't be as bad."

"I don't think they are going to like me anymore."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "lets just go inside and have a casual talk with them, everything is fine."

"How can you be so calm?" Ron asked in a high-pitched shaky voice.

Hermione shrugged, "I guess it's because I know them, and how they'll react, and they trust me to have good judgment, usually, and I basically never do anything wrong… until now I guess."

Ron wasn't listening anymore.

"Come on, don't be scared, breathe," Hermione pulled on his arm, and stretched towards the doorbell trigger. "Well, there's no turning back now, I already rang the doorbell."

"Yes there is, haven't you ever heard of that fun game where you ring the doorbell and run away? Let's try it now."

Hermione ignored this.

A petit woman with short, slightly frizzy, dark brown hair answered the door, "Hermione!" the woman said happily, and hugged her daughter, "You haven't come to visit in ages."

"Actually, mum, it's only been about two weeks." She corrected.

"Well it's been too long." Mr. Granger appeared with a smile at the door, next to his wife.

"Daddy!" Hermione said with a hug. Ron put on a shaky almost smile.

Mrs. Granger turned her attention on Ron, "It's so nice to see you again." Ron nodded stiffly. "Come inside."

All four of them walked inside, and Ron and Hermione sat down on the couch. "Can I get you guys anything? A drink? Some snacks?"

"No thanks, we're fine," Hermione said.

Mrs. Granger sat down in an armchair across from them. Mr. Granger leaned against his wife's chair.

"So," Mrs. Granger started, "What's new?"

Ron was hoping she wouldn't ask that.

Hermione glanced over at the nervous redhead next to her, "Well, actually, we have something to tell you." Ron stared at the floor. They waited for her to continue.

"We're having a baby."

"That went…well," Hermione said, trying to break the silence on the long car ride home. Ron glared at her from the passenger seat. She continued hastily, "I mean, yes, it could've gone better I suppose, but at least they're happy for us."

"Your dad took a swing at me," Ron said, not breaking his glare.

"He said he sorry," Hermione uttered softly.

"And your mom fainted."

"She has low blood sugar."

Ron simply shook his head.

"That doesn't even matter anymore, because they said they were happy for us in the end." Hermione said, trying to be positive.

"I suppose so," Ron muttered.

And scene!

That concludes "Out in the Open" parts eins and zwei. Danke schön für du hast so weit geliest! (Thank you for having read so far!)

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