Chapter 3
Ginny POV
"Here comes the pregnant lady, here comes the pregnant lady, I don't know the words but here she comes and she looks mad." I improve the song Here Comes The Bride to Here comes the Pregnant Lady. God I'm turning into RON! AHHHHHHHHH! Right Hermione. Who is looking more and more mad as I keep not talking to her because I'm too busy fearing I'm turning into her husband!
"Why did you sing that? Ginny you know I'm having a tough time." Hermione asks oddly calm.
"Umm… I thought you could use a joke… to lighten the mood… because Ron told me you were stressed… because of the baby…" I reply carefully. Hermione sighed. "Please don't talk about my baby. It's a girl's night out to distract me." I looked at her and began driving the flying car my dad finally fixed. I looked at the poor girl next to me, and thought about my little James, my darling one year old. I remember going through it with Harry to be my slave practically. This poor girl has to juggle Hugo when Ron isn't able to watch him. And because of Hugo, Ron's busy. It's a circle of destruction!
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream erupts from the passenger's seat as Hermione grasps the… the… oh right the dashboard. Hermione gasps for breath. I look at her and then it goes through my thick head- THE BABY IS COMING!