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We managed to find an all-night coffee shop and decided to sit down and discuss our options. A waitress came by a few minutes after we arrived to ask us what we wanted. I ordered two cappuccinos for Ron and I but nothing for Harry, seeing (haha pun unintended) as he was under his invisibility cloak.

"Ok plan, now." I state quietly as the door opens behind us to reveal two muggle men. Or so we thought. The next second, the very next second and it was full out battle. Those two supposed "muggles" were in fact wizards. And they were not on our side.

But we had them both outnumbered and outmatched. Before long, both men were out cold on the floor of the shop. We decided not to kill them, but to wipe they're memories instead.

"How did they find us?" Harry asked suddenly as soon as we left the shop.

"Harry you don't think you could still have the trace on you, do you?" I whisper to my friends.

"He can't." Ron answers simply. "It's wizarding law."

"Ron," I begin quietly "laws aren't the same right now. Anything could be law with You-know-who running things. I mean, think about it. He makes the laws now."

The boys looked horrified at the idea of having to follow the Dark Lord's laws.

After much discussion, we decided to head to grimuald place. It was Harry's house after all. As soon as we stepped in the door, I checked to see if anyone was in the house. Nobody was. Except Kreacher. The house elf.

Two weeks later. Harry POV

Something's not right with Hermione. She throws up every morning and sometimes during the day. Then she'll claim it's nothing but a stomach bug. I know she's hiding something, but I just can't figure out what. I feel like my brain is telling me that I'm really thick, that the Hermione situation is obvious. But what is it?

"Hermione," I question one day while we're alone, "you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Of course I know that Harry. I tell you and Ron and... Sorry you and Ron everything." She says quickly, obviously trying to cover up her slip of the tongue.

"What are you hiding Mia?" I ask bluntly.

I don't know what I expected but it certainly wasn't this. She looked at me for a split second and then she just started crying her eyes out. It was so strange, because Hermione doesn't cry all that often.

"Come on Mia, you can tell me. Please." I whisper comfortingly to her.

"I'm sorry Harry." She mumbles almost inaudible to me. And walks out.

Flashback Hermione POV

"Fred?" I call quietly to the figure sitting next to the black lake at hogwarts. "What are you doing here so late Love? It's after midnight. You should be home, at the shop."

"You leave school tomorrow Mia. We won't be able to be alone all summer. I want to spend just a little bit of time together. While we still can." He replies slowly. The next thing I know, we're on the ground next to the lake and we're kissing like there's no tomorrow.

"Hermione?" He asks as a way to know if he can go ahead. I nod quietly.

"Make this count, please Fred, I want you to be truly mine, if only just this once." And then he was kissing me again, but not with the same urgency as before. He was trying to show me how much he loves me. He moved slow and gentle. I had never been with anyone before and he was trying to make my first time amazing.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" He asked, not unkindly.

"I love you Fred, but you are taking forever." I joked giggling slightly. And he knew I was ready. He still moved slow though, and for that I was grateful. It hurt at first, I wasn't used to the feeling. But it didn't take long for me to be a thorough participant.

Present time

That night I went to bed early. I was approximately four months pregnant and I was tired. I missed Fred. I missed him so much it hurt. I wanted him with me for my pregnancy and I was scared as hell without him. I wanted him to be there when the baby first kicked, and I wanted him to be there when the baby was born. But more then anything, I just wanted him to know about our child. To know it existed. I knew I made the right decision by not telling him, he didn't need the extra stress, but I still wanted him to know.