It was strange, after all Hermione had been through, life progressed back to normal relatively quickly, her parents hadn't known she was missing, and she had been planning on keeping it that way, she had been able to talk to Molly about everything that had happened to her, and she had been severely admonished by the older witch, Hermione had been very upset, but she knew it was her own fault. She readily agreed to never run off to another country for a wizard she barely knew, it seemed incredibly silly now that she really thought about it.
Everything seemed to be as it should be, Hermione had been staying with the Weasley family, as was usual, but then one day, realisation dawned on Hermione, a realisation that scared her almost as much as she had been while trapped in her tower. She realised, she was late. Tears threatening to spill out of her eyes for the first time in a good month, she ran down the stairs of the Burrow and into Molly's arms, really she was lucky she hadn't gone to the Quidditch world cup, there was no way she could with Bulgaria playing, she really didn't know why anyone was going, but a witch cant stand in the way of Quidditch.
Hermione spilled her fears to Molly, who listened intently and without disrupting, holding the girl that was like another daughter to her. "Would you like me to perform a test?" Molly asked kindly, she had a feeling this might happen, she couldn't imagine those horrible Bulgarians using any form of protection while doing such unspeakable things to Hermione.
The elder witch pulled out her wand, and performed an incantation over Hermione's abdomen, and it glowed a very faint pink. The two women knew what this meant. Hermione was pregnant, though not far along, she was pregnant nonetheless with a little baby girl.
Hermione thought she was going to faint, she put a careful hand to her stomach and looked into Molly's eyes, her fear showing as plain as day on her face, life just wasn't going Hermione's way.