A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Sophie's Shelf: Scenario – 5 - Trying for a baby

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Magical Mistletoe – Hermione/Tonks

Northern Funfair – Wanna Build a Snowman: step 4 decorate - (emotion) Rejection

Eastern Funfair – Yuletide – step one:decorating - (emotion) Insecure

Warning: baby creating problems

Word Count: 591

Hermione looked up when she heard the front door open. It slammed closed causing her to blink.

"Tonks? That you? Everything go alright?" she asked putting down her book.

"Fine, I'm fine," Tonks yelled slamming the bedroom door. Hermione rose and headed that direction.

"Tonks, please, talk to me, what's wrong?"

"I said I was fine, and I don't want to talk about it. I just don't want to talk anymore. I'm sick of talking. Talking isn't getting us anywhere. I don't want to talk about the stupid options!" Tonks yelled. Hermione nodded. She'd had a feeling when Tonks had slammed the front door things hadn't gone well.

"Fine, no talking. I'm coming in though, that alright?"

"Yeah, I guess," Tonks' muffled voice replied. Hermione pushed their bedroom door open. Tonks was laying face down on the bed. Her hair was a dull brown. Her shoes thrown against the wall having left scuff marks when Tonks threw them. Hermione vanished the scuff marks and walked over to the bed.

"Hey, Tonks. I was thinking, veal for dinner? Sound good?" Hermione asked. She knew Tonks would talk when ready.

"Fine," Tonks replied. Hermione sat on edge of the bed. She leaned over and rubbed Tonks' back.

"Maybe with mushrooms, gravy and mashed potatoes?"

"Fine, it's just... it's not fair, Hermione! None of it's working. I thought... maybe this time we had a chance!"

"What exactly did the healers say?"

"That due to the mutable nature of my body it is unlikely I'll be able to carry a child full term. They gave me divorce paperwork, saying that my husband would most likely want to sign it. I kind of incinerated it on the way home," Tonks stated lifting her a little. Hermione gave her a smile.

"Tonks, we can have our family in a different way."

"I know, but this is... I mean, sure I never thought about it, but being told that maybe we can't have our own..."

"We've only been trying for a year. The spell to combine our DNA is still new. It doesn't work on every pair of witches. I'm sure the healers have told you that. They told me at our first appointment."

"Yeah, I remember. This one seemed... stupid. I wish you could have gone with me, Hermione. People bend over backwards for you, my little war heroine," Tonks muttered sitting up and laying her head on Hermione's shoulder. Her hair slowly started to turn pink again.

"You're one of the best aurors on the force, Tonks. They'll learn to respect you eventually. Do you want to keep trying, or should we start considering other options?"

"I want to keep trying, although, maybe you should carry the baby? I'm apparently 'too mutable'," Tonks muttered.

"You're perfect, Tonks, and sure, we can try switching places, or we could both go in, both carry babies and tell people they're twins?" Hermione suggested causing Tonks to laugh.

"You would! That would be hilarious! We should do that, but what if..."

"I think that healer was wrong. I'm sure metamagi have been having babies for centuries, want to go the library and do some research?"

"Um... yeah, no. You do that, or make dinner? I'll go punch the punching bag in the basement. Call me if you either find something or dinner's ready?"

"Sure, love you, Tonks."

"Love you too, Hermione. And yes, I want mushrooms, gravy and mashed potatoes with my veal," Tonks adding giving Hermione a quick kiss before leaving their room and disappearing into the work room/basement.