Chapter Nineteen

The next week flew by in a somewhat odd fashion. Everyone was worrying about Mrs. Weasley, but Hermione was worrying about other things. As her pregnancy progressed so did the awful side affects.

Lately, she was spending most of her time hugging the toilet.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked sympathetically.

"No more pickles," Hermione whimpered, continuing to empty the contents of her lunch.

"I am on it," Ron said heading to kitchen and getting rid of everything that had even the slightest aroma of pickle. Earlier that week he had done the same thing with other foods like raw chicken. Hermione couldn't bear to even look at raw chicken. Ron didn't understand, but carefully removed all raw chicken from their home.

Ron was about to take everything with pickle or pickle scent to the dumpster when Hermione happened to stumble into the kitchen. She took one glance at everyone Ron was carrying to the door and turned around and ran back to the bathroom. Ron's face was scrunched up; he felt bad, but knew there was no point in crying over spilled milk.

Ron walked slowly towards the dumpster and threw the trash bag in. On his way back he saw a rather slovenly man with a bottle of liquor in his hand digging through a trash can. Ron just walked around him, feeling badly for him, and made his way back inside.

"Hermione are you okay now?" Ron asked as he stepped inside the apartment.

"Yeah I am fine," Hermione said smiling as she stepped out of the bedroom with a towel in hand," I am just going to take a quick shower and try to get this stench off of me." Ron nodded and stepped into the living room. Blitz was sleeping nearby. Ron felt bad for the dog… he was constantly neglected. That wouldn't matter soon; the nine month old puppy would be moving in with another family. A family that had the time for him. A family that would be able to play with him and give him a good life.

Ron felt bad. He couldn't believe they were getting rid of yet another puppy, but desperate times did call for desperate measures. This wasn't just best for them it was best for the puppy.

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After Hermione finished taking her shower Ron watches as she clumsily made her way to their room. He smiled to himself. He couldn't have been happier unless they were married. Ron sat calmly in the living room waiting for her to finish getting dressed. About thirty minutes later he heard an annoyed scream come from their room, and got up and made his way to the door. He opened it up to see a half naked Hermione struggling to get her clothes on.

"What's the matter baby?" He asked trying to hold in his laugh. He could be so immature sometimes.

Hermione drew in a sharp breath," None of my shirts fit." She was still struggling to get one over her belly. She was only four months pregnant, but the shirt refused to fit over her stomach.

That had done it for Ron. On top of being stressed beyond his imagination at work, he was stressed because of Hermione. He suddenly started laughing uncontrollably.

Hermione gave him the evilest of glares before shouting," It isn't funny Ronald!" That only made him laugh harder.

"I am sorry. I am having inappropriate reactions to this kind of stress. Do you need some help?" He managed to get out in between laughs.

"IF I HAD WANTED HELP RONALD I WOULD HAVE ASKED! NOW GET OUT!" Hermione was angry. Beyond angry actually she was livid.

Ron left the room feeling pretty low. Hermione came out a little while later wearing a pair of sweats and one of Ron's shirts.

"I suggest you don't say a word Ronald Weasley. I am fat. I can't fit into my own clothes. So I borrowed one of your shirts."

"Perhaps, you and Gin should go shopping?" Ron asked trying to hint at something.

"For what?" Hermione asked knowing what he meant but not wanting to hear it.

"Maternity clothes?" Ron asked immediately regretting it.

"Yes I do, but you were supposed to say 'Your not fat Hermione, and you look beautiful'," she stated calmly before grabbing her book and sitting down to read.

A few hours went by before Ron was brave enough to open his mouth.

"You want to go to dinner?"

"I don't have anything to wear," Hermione said desperatley.

"We could go get you something," Ron said," But I personally think you look great in those sweats and my t shirt."

Hermione smiled at him. He was trying to be a good boyfriend, he really was. He had more patience than most, and he put up with all of her crap.

"No let's go get something," she said.

So after about an hour Hermione had a dress that would fit her properly and that was very comfy. After coming back home and changing Ron and Hermione apparated to Harry and Ginny's to see if they would like to join them for dinner.

A/N: This chapter was short, but longer than the last. It was pointless, but I thought it needed to be written. It just explains what Hermione is going through. Lol, well I hope you enjoyed it and please review.