Hey guys, this chapter will be quite a bit longer so I hope you enjoy. I really like making people happy!

Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap!!!!!

I am so screwed. How could I have been so stupid!?! Now I'm about to go off on a hunt that could very well kill me AND my unborn child.

Oh my god, my baby could die.

I now know that no matter how inconvenient this baby is, I'm already attached to it. And I didn't even know it existed an hour ago! And Fred will... No. Fred will not be told. Who knows what could happen to us in the next few months. We could both be killed tomorrow. I don't need him stressing out over me. Harry and Ron don't need to know either. I know enough concealment charms to hide a bump, I think.

"Hermione!" Calls Ron from downstairs, "Dinner's ready!"

"Coming" I holler back and slowly walk down the Burrow's many steps.

I'm not ready to face anyone, especially not Fred, but I know that food is gonna be scarce on our journey, so I have to get as much nutrition in my body as possible if I even want a chance of staying alive. My baby needs food too, so all the more reason to eat now, while I can.

"Hi Hermione" I hear a familiar voice whisper in my ear, "Are you ok?" Fred asks, seeing my worried expression.

"Y-yeah Fred. Fine." I whisper back.

He gives me a very suspicious look, but says nothing. Because at that moment his twin decided to march into the room.

"C'mon lovebirds or Ron'll eat everything." He says with a smirk.

"George, not so loud, someone could hear you!" Fred hisses to his other half.

"Sorry Forge."

Fred insisted we tell George about our relationship and now, he's the only one who knows about us. So far he's proven himself trustworthy and hasn't told a soul. For that I really owe him, but I will NEVER admit it.

Dinner was loud, which is not uncommon in the Weasley household. But I have never wanted it to end more then I do right now. I'm a terrible liar and every time someone tried to get me to talk I would get all nervous and almost (key word there being almost) start hyperventilating.

" Hermione, are you sure you're ok?" Fred whispers in my ear, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Fine Fred, honest." I reply simply, and let the matter drop.

"Ginny, go clean your room. I want it spotless by the time the guests arrive!" Mrs. Weasley screams at Ginny from downstairs.

"They aren't getting married in my bedroom, so why do I have to..."

"GO CLEAN YOUR ROOM!!"

I let out a soft chuckle and continue helping Mrs. Weasley with the food. Today was the day of Bill and Fleur's wedding, and as such, Mrs. Weasley had gone wedding crazy. There was always something to do and Mrs. Weasley had us working until the bride and groom themselves told her to relax.

The ceremony was lovely and the after party was magnificent. Or at least, it was, for a moment, it was. Until the patronus arrived. And then all hell broke loose. People were running, jumping on brooms, disapparating, and whipping out wands left right and centre. Suddenly I was being pulled through what felt like a very tight tube and the next thing I knew I was being violently sick in a trash can on a very busy street.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shout suddenly as soon as they see me in the state I'm in.

"Are you ok?" Harry asks looking very worried.

"I'm fine Harry. Probably just a stomach bug. Really, I'm fine." I reply, dropping the subject just as I had with Fred.

Fred. How am I gonna do this without you?

"Ok, first things first, Harry, put on the cloak and come into this ally." I state quickly, eager to get my mind off of Fred and the situation I've put myself.once in the ally, we all changed quickly, Harry and Ron were amazed at my undetectable extension charm. My only issue was when I took of my shirt and Ron just had to choose that moment to be observant.

"Hermione how much food did you eat at the party? We were only there for a few minutes."

"You're one to talk. You were stuffing yourself full the whole time we were there!" I spit bitterly. I then look down subtly and notice that I am starting to show. I calculate in my mind for a moment and guess that I an about three months along. I start to tear up. The fact that I'm showing just makes it so muck more real to me.

Curse you pregnancy hormones!

Hi guys, so I just posted a few hours ago but I had this almost done so I decided to o get it posted. It is four in the morning right now and there was no way I would be able to sleep until I got this posted. Anyway hope you enjoyed, please leave a review, I love getting tips on how to make my writing better! Thanks a lot, adiose!