Ron woke the next morning to realize that Hermione was nowhere in sight. Getting up to search around the hotel room for her, he saw a note on the bedside table.

Ron,

Left early this morning to go search for a job. I'm probably at the burrow, now, since it's most likely noon. Don't worry I'm telling your mum that you're searching for a job. Which, you better be, love. Well, I'll be seeing you later.

I love you,

Hermione

"Mione…" Ron groaned. "Ugh… guess I'm gonna have to actually go get a new job." Ron spoke to himself as he gathered his clothes and left for the lobby.

"Hello, sir. The lady you were with yesterday left early this morning." The woman at the front desk told him.

"Hmm. Oh, hello."

"Well, that would be $30."

"That cheap?"

"Yes, sir. The lady paid for half this morning."

"I bet she did." Ron laughed. "Um, here you go." Ron said pulling out the last of his money.

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

"Mmm hmm." Ron waved as he left the lobby and walked to his car.

&&&&

"Hello? Anyone home?" Ron asked throughout the burrow.

"Ronald?" Mrs. Weasley asked, "Ah, so how did the job hunting go?" she asked eagerly.

"Not, too well, Mum."

"Oh, Ronald," Mrs. Weasley started, leading her youngest son into the kitchen for some tea. "You know that you, Hermione, Harry, and your sister cannot all live in that little over-crowded flat."

"I know, Mum, but…"

"Don't you say 'but' to me, young man." Mrs. Weasley snapped. "You have Hermione home, now. And you four can't live in a place that small."

"But, Mum…"

"Let me finish, Ronald. Now I know that you and Hermione get intimate…"

"Mum." Ron groaned, interrupting her.

"And that means that the two of you should get your own place. You four aren't in college or such anymore."

"Mum… Hermione…"

"Did someone say my name?" Hermione asked, walking into the kitchen.

"I did."

"Well, go on, what were you going to say?"

"I dunno… that you were going to go back to school or something…"

"How do you know that?" Hermione and Mrs. Weasley asked in unison.

"Well, you love learning. And with school, you can get a better job than something small in the ministry…"

"Ron, I already got a job."

"What?"

"I finished school back in the hospital, they had classes there you know, and I got a job in recovering ancient artifacts where your father works."

"Really?" Mrs. Weasley smiled with glee. "That is amazing Hermione!"

"Yes, it is." Ron told her.

"I start Monday, and my first pay is within the first two weeks of me working there."

"Congratulations." Mrs. Weasley smiled her warm smile.

"I think we should celebrate." Ron announced. "Just you and me… well, if you want."

"Sure, along with Harry and Ginny they deserve to know the big news too."

"Then it's set, I'll go find Harry and tell him about it." Ron said, excitedly and apparated to the flat.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Why didn't you tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"That you're pregnant, dear."

"How… I'm not pregnant."

"Don't try to hide it from me, dear, I've had seven children out of six successful pregnancies. I know when someone is pregnant. Congratulations, Hermione. When will you tell him?"

"Well, I… I don't know. How could you tell?"

"I told you, dear. I always know, I'm a mother." Mrs. Weasley smiled and left the room with her tea.

"What…" Hermione asked herself before apparating to the flat to find something to wear… and to find Ginny to get a pregnancy test.