Alright! Yes, my writer's block on this story is C-U-R-E-D, CURED!
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Hermione moaned softly and turned uncomfortably in her bed, feeling the soreness surge throughout her body and the unbelievable pounding in her head.
It was now a few months later since Ron had told Ginny all and since his mother had pretty much kicked him out of the house. Hermione was five and 1/2 months along, constantly sore and pretty good- sized for the stage she was in.
Ron and Harry had been to Hogsmeade plenty times to buy Hermione clothes and the necessary things needed for the baby with what little money they had between them. Hermione was saving HER money for when she knew and found out the gender of the baby.
Hermione ended up laying on her back, discomfort pulsing through her body. She stared at the ceiling and put a hand on her stomach, the other hand rubbing her forehead.
Inhaling deeply, Hermione lifted herself up and swung her legs lightly on the edge of her bed. She slid off her bed stepped onto the cool floor, her sore feet welcoming the coolness. She noticed that her nightgown had risen a few inches again and sighed. "Oh, blimey...where's my robe?" she asked herself quietly, looking around until she found her black cotton robe that Ron had bought for her in a maternity size. "Ah...found ya," she mumbled, slipping it on.
After grabbing her wand and making sure that she hadn't woken Ginny, Hermione stepped out into the hallway. She mumbled, "Lumos" to light her wand and made her way to the direction of the Gryffindor Common Room.
She was surprised to find the faint glowing of lit candles coming from the Room and wondered who else would be up at this time. Then, it clicked into her mind. "Ron," she said softly.
She tucked her wand away in her robe and entered the Common Room, to find Ron sitting comfortably in a chair, seemingly thinking and lost in it.
Hermione smiled. "Hey, You," she said sweetly, kneeling next to the chair.
"Hi," Ron's voice was low and almost silent.
Hermione made a face. "Are you okay?"
Ron merely nodded, and that didn't satify Hermione nearly enough.
"Ron, what's wrong? Talk to me," she begged sweetly.
"I'm fine," Ron said, looking at her. "M'fine," he mumbled again, staring straight ahead.
Hermione shook her head, sighed, and took the chair next to him. "Don't shut me out," she said sternly. "Why not let me help it?"
Ron gave her a lopsided smile. "You don't need to worry about me," he stopped and looked at HErmione, who was fiddling with her robe. "You've got plenty to worry and think about other than me."
Hermione was quiet for a few moments before asking, "Is this about me?"
Ron looked at her, shocked. "Bloody h-- no!"
Hermione felt her eyes brimming with tears. "Then what, who? Me, ginny, you mum, what?"
She realized that she had been yelling and lowered her voice, but didn't stop her flowing tears. "I'm sorry..." she put her head down and placed her hands on her stomach, then asked, "Are you scared, Ron? Is that it?" she looked at him. "Don't lie to me."
Ron nodded and Hermion took one of his hands. "Why?"
Ron shrugged, and Hermione settled herself comfortably on his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder and he supported her back with an arm. "Talk to me Ron," she coaxed gently. "This is both our problem and it's just me. Just me and you."
"That's it...I'm scared," Ron told her in a quiet voice.
"Tell me why."
Ron shrugged again, and Hermione grew impatient and a little angry...or she figured that it was her wacked- out hormones talking again. She lifted her head, grabbed one of Ron's hands forcefully and put it on her belly. "Answer me, Ronald Weasley!"
Letting her tears run wild again, she softened her hold on Ron's hand and softened her tone. "Ron-- you're not alone! Why won't you and can't you understand that? Okay, you have Ginny, me...and you have Harry. we're all in this together, Ron."
Hermione took her hand and made Ron look at her. "Okay? Don't be so scared. We all are, and you know that."
Ron nodded. "Okay, 'Mione..."
"Trust me!"
Ron put her hand down and kissed her gently. "I do."
Hermione smiled at him. "Don't be so scared, okay?"
Ron returned the smile. "Only for you."
Hermione slid off Ron's lap and stood in front of him, just smiling. "Don't worry so much, either. You'll be the daddy that Malfoy would ever HOPE to be," she told him.
Ron smiled back and gave a small laugh. Then, he asked her, "You really think so?"
Hermione nodded and hugged him. "I know it, Ron."
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Weak for my first comeback? Ohh, my bad, but I have the most AWESOME idea for when she's ready. I have it ALLLL ready!
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