Harry stared at Hermione, he couldn't possibly have just heard her right. She was the type of girl who seemed always to be...protected---for lack of a better word--- and this seemed a tad out of character.
"So...I really don't..." He stuttered trying to find the exact words to say.
"Well," Snapped Hermione automatically taking the offensive," I wasn't looking for your approval merely answering a question which it seems you weren't quite prepared for." She said softening,"I'm so sorry Harry, It's just that ever since...This...happened, I've been quite moody."
"Speaking of which, when exactly did this happen"
"Well...I mean..." Now it was Hermiones turn to be at a loss for words," I uh...what I mean to say is"
"Hey Mate!" Hermione was abruptly cut off by the entrance of one Ron Weasley. Ron, at a height of six foot four with beautiful wavy red locks and ripling muscles and a slight tan from his days spent in the sun, was the type of man any witch would be happy to have. He strode grace fully, which for Ron was an amazing feat, over to Harry and pulled him in to a manly hug. Turning to Hermione he encircled her waist with his right arm while holding the back of her head with his left hand and dipped her purposefully pulling her in for a long deep kiss, in which time Harry was entirely uncomfortable. As Ron set Hermione at rights and she flushed a bright pink color her hair almost electric with excitment if not for her total embarassment at this display in front of Harry.
"So did Hermione tell you the news?" Ron asked Harry as he slid his arm across Hermiones lower back in a possessive boyfriend sort of way. He smiled at Harry then looked down at Hermione and his smile became broader. Suddenly Harry got it, Hermione couldn't possibly be more than four months because she was barely showing, now that he looked. And four monthes ago where was she? He thought back, that was when they had gone to see Ron in Egypt no Viktor around, just Ron, Hermione and himself.
"Not so much in words as with your entrance and greeting." Harry said icily. He hated being left out of the loop these were his best friends and they could have told him.
"Sorry mate," said Ron oblivious to the angered tone of Harry's voice. "But isn't great I mean now we'll have to tell my mum and she'll never shut up about it and I have to deal with the twins, but Ginny has always wanted a sister and I figure a sister-in-law and a niece or nephew at the same time will shut her up." Harry looked at hermione, the look he'd seen in her eyes earlier, he couldn't have imagined that but oh well what could he do, this was her life and her choice, his best friend, but her choice. Harry realized he was standing there dumb founded but what else can you do when you're told that your best friends are getting married and having a baby. So he picked his jaw up off of the floor and plastered a smile on his face.
"I'm really happy for you two but honestly couldn't you have told me sooner?" He walked over to Hermione and hugged her a warm soft hug that Hermione relaxed into and closed her eyes for a brief moment until she looked up into Harry's steely gaze and immediatley felt uncomfortable.
"Well what do ya say we have a party?" Harry and Hermione agreed, begrudgingly, and the three of them apparated to The Burrow.