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Chapter 8 Let's go shopping!

Harry's POV

Hermione and Ginny went out for shopping today. Ron and I went to work. We got separate projects. He needed to go to Wizarding Columbia for his mission, seems like there are other dark wizards who work in small communities in Columbia.

I, on the other hand, was placed in Ireland. Just like Ron, we have some issues about extensive use of the Dark Arts in that part of Europe.

We must wait for them before going to our duties. We have to go there and stay for at least a month. I hope Hermione will be alright without me and Ron by her side.

"Mum! We're home! And we have a visitor!" Ginny could be heard all around the house. Who could be the visitor?

I ran down the stairs together with my trunk. Ron was already at the kitchen.

"'Mione, how was shopping?" I started, not noticing another person in the room carrying the baby's new crib.

"It was great! I can't help myself with every item I see! And I still don't know if it is a girl or a boy!" Hermione was ecstatic. She smiled at me from ear to ear.

"Ginny and I would have not been able to go home if it weren't for Blaise." Now I took notice. Zabini was seating with Ron discussing the latest issues about the Chudley Cannons.

Seems Zabini is not as bad as I thought he was.

"Thanks then, Zabini." I reached out my right hand for a shake and he took it, smiling. He was smiling not smirking at me.

"Well then, I think we have someone to trust while Ron and I are not around." I said mostly to myself.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked through a glass of butterbeer.

"Harry means that he and I have a mission for at least a month. We will be out for a different mission." Ron stated as if it were a picnic in the park.

"What?" Hermione looked at me with concern all over her beautiful face.

"I'll just be in Ireland while Ron is in Columbia." I told her.

"How about the wedding? You can't possibly leave me." Hermione stubbornly said.

"You can stay here with the Weasleys." I tried to reason to her and held her hand.

"No, I prefer to be back in Muggle London. I will stay there and finish my lesson plans or the school year. Having the baby alone is bothering enough for McGonagall."

"Of course it isn't." MinervaMcGonagall suddenly appeared outside the Burrow's kitchen.

"Minerva! How good to see you." Mrs. Weasley gave McGonagall a hug then went to get some tea.

"It does not bother anyone Ms. Granger. You can have as much leave as you want. We just had a substitute for your place in Arithmancy. Although she is not as capable as you, I think she'll survive." McGonagall said.

"See? Then you may stay here. It's safer."

"Why do I feel like everyone is leaving me? First Dra- Malfoy and now you and Ron." Hermione said. At this Zabini butted in.

"How did you know that Draco left London?" Zabini asked.

"I… well, I read it in Witch Weekley. It said that the most eligible bachelor has left London for a business trip but they know better. Because he was going to Paris next. They say that he will meet some girl there." Hermione explained with smugness in her tone.

"Oh, why were you interested?"

"I am not! I am just a wide reader. And I don't like it when I skip a page." She replied again.

"Anyway, Hermione, I find it that you will not take no for an answer so I'll let you stay in your apartment." She smiled at that.

"Zabini, can I ask you a favor?" I said turning to Blaise.

"Could you watch over Hermione while Ron and I are away? You see, the other Weasley brothers are very busy at the moment and you're the only friend Hermione has now, except for Ginny of course."

"Sure, I'll do that."

"Ginny, I think you'll find it comfortable in Hermione's apartment?"

"Of course." Ginny answered.

And with that I left Hermione in the hands of the people I trust.

Hermione's POV

I'm back at my apartment with Ginny. Blaise, Fred and George helped me in carrying the new furniture for the baby.

"Thanks Fred, George. Would you like something to drink before you leave?" I asked the twins who grew handsomely and successful with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Nah, we better go."

"Customers are waiting."

"Besides, you need to start on the decorations!"

"Goodbye 'Mione! Goodbye little sis. See you tomorrow!" the twins said alternately then finally said goodbye in unison.

"Okay, so, where do we start?" I asked Ginny and Blaise.

"Why not doing the wallpapers first?" Ginny suggested.

"Sure!" Blaise and I said.

We started skimming some brochures and settled with powder yellow wallpaper with green and blue bears playing.

"Why does it have to be yellow?" Blaise asked.

"Because, we still don't know if the baby is a girl or a boy. And I don't plan to find out. I want to be surprised." I informed the both of them.

Blaise went to the shop to get the wallpapers while Ginny and I started unpacking the other baby merchandise.

We were having fun putting up the wallpapers when my stomach started to hurt.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed involuntarily.

""Mione, what's the matter?" Ginny rushed beside me.

"My… stomach…it hurts. Ugh!"

"Oh no. Blaise, I think we must go to the hospital. Now!"

Normal POV

They rushed Hermione to St. Mungo's and found her a Healer.

Hours passed when finally the Healer went out of the room.

"She was just stressed. The baby is fine, although she has a very delicate pregnancy. She must not get stressed, depressed or anything that could make her lose the baby. I don't think we would want that, don't we?" The two nodded t the Healer and went inside the room.

Hermione's POV

I woke up in a hospital bed. It was quite uncomfortable.

'I would give anything to have Malfoy's bed right now.'

Oh, my gosh! Did I just thought of Malfoy's bed!

This pregnancy thing is getting on me!

I saw Ginny and Blaise enter the room, worry spelled all over their faces. I smiled at them.

"Hermione, are you alright?" They both asked. I nodded, yes.

"I would love to go home and finish the baby's room now."

They looked at each other and smiled a weak smile.

"'Mione, the Healer said that you must not stress yourself or else…"

"Or else what?"

"Or else you'll lose your baby."

Normal POV

Days passed. It turned to weeks and months. It was now December. Harry and Ron's missions were extended. They were expecting them for Christmas though.

The Weasley clan helped Hermione in anyway possible to get her out of stress and putting up the baby's room. The room looked divine with Ginny's expertly fashionable hands and her brothers' playful image.

It was now three days before Christmas and Hermione was in Diagon Alley for last minute shopping. She was having a hard time in finding her way through all the people with her bulging stomach.

She was on her way to Flourish and Blotts when a hand grabbed her wrist making her twirl around though in a graceful manner.

She found herself looking into two silver orbs and silently wished.

'I hope the baby gets those orbs. It's so enchanting and…'

"What are you doing here alone, Granger?"

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