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Hi. Yes I know you all hate me. I'm rather displeased with myself as of late. Every time I go to write this story...I feel so lazy. I feel rather 'inspiration-less' if that's a word. I have no clue why and it's really itchy me that I can't get this story done. Then recently I realized it was because I was going through one of those phases in my life, you know, the annoying ones where you're always tired and life feels so bland? Well I'm breaking out it and now I decided to risk getting angry tomatoes thrown at me by writing this chapter. I'm sorry to all the reviewers.
pyrolord: I'm guessing you don't even remember what you wrote haha. But yes I think you're on the mark when you think Hermione may not find the robes...(ahem) appealing. Just to add though, the robes aren't entirely orange. In fact they're black but they have an orange emblem of the Canons on the back.
QueEnfullofDrama: Yes I don't like that little saying either. It's rather "mean" to both sides but sometimes it's not my opinion, it's character's.
One With A Constant Sugar High: Nice new pen name. Well you'll soon find out if Hermione likes the Chudley Canons robes. Seamus? Well he'll be in the story a bit later but don't worry he won't cause any trouble. And yes...I am sooo jealous.
dancerrdw: Thanks! Glad to know I'm improving.
PinkyTheSnowman: Alex is Seamus' fiance. Yess...the dreadful pre-wedding doubts. Haha...may I ask why you were wearing huge fake nails?
Magic and Sparkle: Haha yeah that was a cute part. Yes I know. Ron's taste is rather sub par in the last chapter.
hpchick13: This story won't be as long as His Hermione. But yeah I know...disaster is the perfect word for those robes.
daddysgirl101989: Yes! I do love that movie! You're correct with the oncoming fight. I mean come on, quidditch emblem? As an estimation...probably five to seven more chapters? His Hermione is rather dramatic..this is mostly for comic pleasure.
AmyChris: Thank you! Thank you! And Thank you!
singdownthemoonHorselvr: Yeah she is high maintenance.
piratingspiderelf: That's ok. That's so cool! You get to see them in Vegas. When? Haha...I would slaughter my fiance as well.
TheDaughterOfKings: Yeah, too true.
silver-pensieve: Harry is already married but he's disclosing it from Madame Malkin's because she wasn't invited to the wedding.
mystikalolo: Yeah I know. So the reaction should be rather special LOL.
angelps7: I think I do remember you. Thanks for reading this one too.
IamRupertFan: LOL...I'm so sorry. But it's people like you who gave me the inspiration to write again. I hate letting people down.
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'Deep in my heart I'm concealing things I'm longing to say. Scared to confess how I'm feeling. Frightened you'll slip away'-Anonymous
Nervous was the word as Ron headed back to his and Hermione's house, betterly known as, of course, as Handlangers. According to Hermione it mean 'Sidekicks' in Dutch. The Media referred to their house as Handlangers after they moved in because of their aiding Harry in the war against Voldemort.
Ron was fumbling for his keys rather on purpose then not as he avoided showing Hermione his robes. It one of those times in life where, on a sudden rush you bought something or even got something pierced or tatooed, then regretted it. He still loved the robes he'd bought but the magic was wearing off and all he could think of was how she would react at seeing the Chudley Canons emblem on the back of his otherwise black robes.
Unfortunately he'd had to open the door sometime and after he did he was met with a seemingly quiet house.
"H-Hermione?" he called, even his voice was shaky at the moment.
He took off his cloak and hung it while turning his head for sight of his lady love.
"Ron, is that you?" Hermione asked, coming out of the kitchen. She noticed him then added, "Hey, did you get the robes?"
She kissed him on the cheek and pulled away expectantly.
"Uh-Ron stared at the bag in his hand-yes...but..."
"Well let me see," Hermione said, grabbing the bag out of his hand.
She began heading upstairs. Obviously she wanted to lay it down on the bed and admire it and everything. Now Ron was beginning to truely resent the buy. Hermione was completely anti-Quidditch. In fact she only tolerated it for his sake. She let him have the den decorated entirely for the Canons but he had a feeling she wouldn't be so giving to the Canons where her wedding was concerned.
Ron followed her trying to discourage her from looking at the robe. Perhaps if he was lucky he could return it.
"Hermione, listen, are you sure you want to look at my robes? Isn't that Muggle bad luck or something?" Ron questioned, brushing away some bangs that had fell over his eyes.
Hermione laughed, "It's only bad luck if you see my gown."
Ron bit his lip as Hermione headed into the bedroom. She lay the bag on the bed and slowly pulled the robes out of the it.
"Oh, wow, Ron," Hermione said, slightly shiny-eyed, "I'm impressed. You know I had my doubts about you and Harry picking out a nice pair of wedding robes but you're proved me wrong."
Ron smiled, weakly, "Doubts? What possible doubts could you have?"
"Oh, I don't know. I thought you'd get a horrendous color or have it oddly themed or something. Like Quidditch themed or Candy themed or I dunno," she laughed, "I'm sorry for doubting you."
Ron laughed but it felt like choking to him, "Heh...it's alright."
"Now let's see the back of this," Hermione suggested, reaching out to flip over the robes.
"NO!" Ron exclaimed, causing Hermione to stare at him, incredulously, "Um, I mean no, let's not. I want to leave the rest to surprise."
"What? Don't be silly, Ron. I just want to have a look," Hermione said, laughed at his craziness.
By now both his and Hermione's hands were clenching the robes.
"But-," Ron paused. He didn't know what to say to stop her. He removed his hand, "Ok, have a look."
She turned the dress robes over and the unevitable followed. She gapped at the bright orange emblem of the Chudley Canons that covered the upper part of the robes.
"Chudley Canons?" she breathed and Ron swore he saw smoke come out of her nostrils, "CHUDLEY CANONS!"
"Listen Hermione, let me explain-" Ron said in a rush.
"Explain? What's there to explain? I just have to share you for the rest of my life don't I?" Hermione cried, rather like a whining child and stomped off.
Ron was beyond shock. Of all the things she were to say...he didn't expect that. Share? She never had to share him with anyone. Rather it was the opposite. He was sharing her with everyone else ever since he'd first met her-Harry, Krum, Seamus, Marcel.
He heated up. He wasn't going to let the argument end there. He rushed foolhardedly into the guest bedroom where Hermione was and began defending himself.
"You share me? I share you!" he shouted, "Listen I didn't mean to disappoint so if you want me to return it then fine I will but you don't have to yell! Hey!..hey? Why aren't you turning around?"
She turned around and Ron felt rather like a jerk. She was crying.
"Oh, 'Mione!" he squeaked, rather helplessly before rushing over to her, "Don't cry, baby. I'm so sorry."
Hermione let him hold her and dug her face into his chest and cried her heart out. Ron suddenly stiffened. This was not how Hermione reacted to arguments. She was strong and he'd hardly ever seen her cry. Something was up. These tears weren't over there little arguement.
"Hermione?" Ron implored, softly, "What's wrong?"
She was taking in shallow, shaky, breaths and her eyes peered up at him, "Nothing."
Liar. Of course he couldn't tell her so. That would only cause more tears.
"Are you sure?" Ron inquired. Hermione could never lie to him like that. She wouldn't...
"Yes," she mumbled, pulling away from him, "Don't worry about me."
She flashed him a smile. However her face darkened after a moment.
"About those robes...,"
"I'll exchange them," Ron agreed.
"No, that's not what I meant," Hermione sighed, "This is your day as much as mine. And if I get to choose my own wedding gown, you deserve to choose your own robes. So...if you want, you keep your current robes."
"Are you serious? But you were so upset...," Ron murmured.
"No, really. I was just being stupid. It's that time of the month," Hermione explained, her eyes not quite meeting his at the last part.
"Oh," Ron smiled, uncomfortably, "I see. So we're good?"
"Yeah, yeah," Hermione grinned, squirming her arms around his middle.
Ron kissed the top of her head before resting his head there. No matter no much Hermione denied it...something was up. She was acting far too strange.
"And then she said nothing was wrong," Ron retold the peculiar story to Harry who was reading the latest issue of Snitch, the premium Quidditch magazine.
"Hmm, sounds very...un-Hermione-like," Harry commented, "I agree. Something's up."
Ron plomped down on the sofa next to Harry. They were at the Potter's residence which was now Godric's Hollow.
"Where's the Mrs.'s?" Ron asked, picking up a ball from a table and tossing it up in the air.
"At the Healer's," Harry said, flipping a page in Snitch.
"Healer's? Why? What's wrong?" Ron said, rather alarmed.
"Nothing," Harry mumbled.
"Ok, now that was creepy. You sounded just like Hermione when you said that," Ron teased.
Harry smiled and looked up from his magazine, "Well I said nothing because I'm avoiding telling you that Luna might be pregnant."
"Oh?" Ron raised an eyebrow, "Hah...perhaps Hermione's avoiding telling me she's pregnant?"
The two began to laugh. However, Harry quickly returned to his magazine looking more pensieve than usual.
"Worried about having a kid?" Ron implored.
"Huh? Yeah, that's right," Harry grinned.
"Don't you daze out on me too!" Ron joked, "First Hermione, now you."
"Alright fine, what would you like to talk about?" Harry said, closing his magazine and looking, intently, at Ron.
"Ok, how about the recent article in the Daily Prophet about that blow heart Zachrias Smith getting the position of Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation? Don't you remember him from our Hogwarts years? Especially in fifth when he joined that Dumbledore's Army we had going on. I never liked the ill look of him..."
Harry lost track of what his best mate was saying because something else so big-so huge-so undeniably important was on his mind.
"Miss Granger! Miss Granger! We need some last minute decisions to be made! Shall we lose the Hippogriff saying, 'Griffin' or shall we lose the one where Celestina Warbeck gets a manicure? Oh and we've got page A6 overbooked by Quality Qudditch Supplies and Madame Malkin's and I also need to know if you wanted the Malfoy article vertical or horizontal?" asked Megan Jones, Hermione's assitant in her usual timid voice.
"Lose both stories and get some decent pictures of Zachrias Smith to fill up the blanks. Give Quality Qudditch Supplies A6 and tell Madame Malkin's that we'll give her B11, the page with the Malfoy story, for ten percent off. If she gives you trouble ask her to directly contact me. So if her ad is to be on B11 then we need the Malfoy story to be vertical, got it?" Hermione demanded, her voice the opposite of Megan's. It was strong, confident, and in control.
"Yes, Miss Granger," Megan nodded, "Actually I also have to add you have a visitor."
"Visitor?" Hermione repeated, rather surprised. She stopped right in front of the door to her office, "Whoever it is, tell them I can't meet them right now. Deadline is in half an hour and I have some urgent owls that need to be sent."
"But-but-but Miss Granger!" Megan urged.
"Yes?" Hermione sighed, trying to keep her calm. Her hand was already on the doorknob.
"It's someone I think you would like to meet," Megan replied, her glasses falling off in fright.
"Who?" Hermione inquired, her head turned slightly to the speaker.
"Mr. Potter," Megan said, "He said-"
"Let him in and escort him to my office," Hermione responded.
Harry? Now why would he come to visit her?
Harry managed to brush off Colin Creevey as he finally reached the door of Hermione's office. He knocked once and heard a faint 'Come in' before turning the doorknob and entering.
Hermione was sitting at her desk, sorting through mounds of paper. She was scrolling quickly and looked up at him when he entered. She dropped the quill and smiled.
"Hello Harry," Hermione greeted.
"Hermione," Harry nodded in turn, "How're you?"
"Good, you?" Hermione asked.
"Couldn't be better," Harry said, seating himself in the chair across from her.
"So what to I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Hermione questioned, flipping her hair.
Harry smiled. She was getting down to the grill.
"Well...truth be told I'm here because Ron told me about the fight he and you had," Harry said, taking on a more serious tone.
"Oh I get it. Yeah it was a rather useless arguement. Luckily we're over it now," Hermione replied.
"Mmm...good, good," Harry nodded, "Listen Hermione, I love you, so I'm not going to lie to you."
"Who wants you to lie?" Hermione laughed, nervously.
"Hermione, I know why you were acting so strange," Harry said, solidly.
"Strange? I don't know what you're talking about," Hermione said, trying to smile.
"Oh come on, 'Mione," Harry said, getting up and walking over to her, "Ron didn't notice but it didn't mean I wouldn't."
"Harry...," Hermione whispered, her voice breaking, "Don't."
He was right in front of her now, "You're pregnant."
Upon hearing those words Hermione broke out into tears that could've filled a river. Harry wrapped her up into a hug.
"It's ok, Hermione, it's ok," Harry murmured to her.
She pulled away, "No it's not. What'll Ron think?"
"He won't give it a second thought. He'll be overjoyed that he has a son!" Harry smiled.
"Except...," Hermione breathed, "It's not his son."
"What...?" Harry mumbled stepping away from her, "What happened?"
"I don't know...I have no clue. I should still be a virgin according to things. I've never had sex," Hermione fumbled over her own words, "But I skipped a period and I was trying to figure out what was wrong...I've never slept with anybody I swear Harry, I swear. I don't know how I could be pregnant...but-her voice cracked and more tears sprung to her eyes-I am somehow...and how can I tell him that?"
Harry was rather confused himself but he managed to put an arm around her and try to comfort her, "Don't worry, you're not in this alone. I'll help you...I'll help you tell Ron...I bet I can get Luna to help too."
"No! No...I don't want anybody else getting involved in this," Hermione said, shaking her head, "I don't want you to get involved in this. I'm researching books, trying to figure out how all this is possible. All the Muggle pamphlets have the most detail."
"At least let me help. I won't take no for an answer," Harry said, firmly.
"You can help research. But I don't want you doing anything else," Hermione decided.
"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked her.
"Don't tell Ron."
A/N: Yes, you're all wondering.. am I crazy? But don't worry. Stuff will happen. I know it's rather confusing but Hermione didn't cheat on Ron. And...yes...more will come sooner than later. I won't take a month next time.
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