As everyone was out being Harry Potter. Hermione sat at the kitchen table stirring her tea and watching Mrs. Weasley do the dishes… the Muggle way. Hermione was surprised to see Mrs. Weasley do things the way her parents do them, but it didn't surprise her much at all. The Weasley's were fascinated by Muggles, Arthur even had a collection of Muggle items.
"Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said aloud. Mrs. Weasley turned and looked at Hermione, "I'm talking hypothetically, but is it safe to apparate when pregnant?"
"Well, sure, but it sure does make its toll on your stomach. I usually chose not to with the kids," Mrs. Weasley said taking a seat across from Hermione with her own cup of tea, "You're not pregnant are you, dearie?" She asked Hermione and Hermione instantly shook her head lying to Mrs. Weasley.
"No, I'm just curious," Hermione said quietly and took a sip of her tea, "I was thinking about that since we usually travel by apparating not by car," Hermione mentioned to Molly while staring at the tea in her cup.
As the two women sat at the table in silence, they heard a loud pop outside from someone entering the protective barrier. Hermione instantly got off her seat and went outside to see Hagrid and Harry walking towards the burrow. Hermione was worried, they were supposed to be the last ones back out of them all.
"Where are the others?" Hermione asked Harry, "You're the first back, but you're supposed to be last," Hermione added at the end and Harry looked at her with a look that says it all.
"They were on us from the start `Mione," Hagrid said with his loud, boisterous voice. Hermione nodded and hugged Harry tightly letting him know she was happy he was safe. The others soon arrived. She had to help Mrs. Weasley attend to George and help to attempt to atop the bleeding that Professor Snape had caused by cursing his ear off.
The following morning, the entire household was up before the sun had even peeked over the horizon. The Weasley family, as well as the guests were there to help set up for the wedding that was to take place. The boys were all outside raising the tent for the wedding to take place. Hermione was inside helping Molly out with the food.
"`Mione," Ron said as he walked downstairs from his bedroom that he and Harry were currently sharing, "Help me, please? It's hopeless, tying a bowtie," He said and Hermione chuckled softly and tied it quickly. She patted his chest and let him go on.
"Hermione, I need you to check up on those cauldron cakes I have in the oven, please!" Mrs. Weasley called to Hermione. Hermione inwardly groaned to herself as she was annoyed with the amount of chores she has had to do for the Weasley's. Hermione checked on the cakes, like asked, and turned the oven off.
Hermione sat down at the table and pressed her hand to her stomach as though it were magnetized there. Even though Hermione never thought of herself bearing a child at the age of seventeen, she felt amazed at the fact that there was a life forming inside of her at that very moment. She wondered who the baby would resemble the most. Would her child look like her or its father, Draco?
"Merlin's beard," Ginny exasperated as she sat down across from Hermione, who, quickly took her hand away from her abdomen to not have any questions arise from her best friends little sister, and her other best friends lover.
"What is it, Ginny?" Hermione asked scooting the wooden chair closer to the table and resting her forearms on the edge of the table. Ginny looked at Hermione and then toyed with her hair before putting it around on one shoulder.
"Mum is driving me mad, `Mione, she is asking me to do everything," Ginny said and set her head in her hands, "Besides, it seems a little odd to be having a wedding now of all times. We're supposed to be preparing for battle, not celebrating a wedding," Ginny said and crossed her arms, "We should be learning how to destroy You-Know-Who once and for all," Ginny said and Hermione watched Ginny during her rant.
"You done?" Hermione asked the red head. Ginny nodded with a light blush rising to her freckly cheeks, "I think that Bill and Fleur, in light of what's been going on, thought it was best to get married now. It may bring a reign of hope to everyone's eyes, take their mind off of things," Hermione explained.
"How can it take people's minds off things when Harry is disguised as a bloody Weasley! It's completely bonkers!" Ginny said and slammed her forehead to the table. She groaned at the pain from the impact, "Hermione, tell me that everything will be normal when the night is over," Ginny pleaded to her best friend.
"Ginny!" Yelled Mrs. Weasley, "Come clean your bedroom before your Auntie Muriel gets here!" Ginny let out a loud groan and lifted herself off the chair with a whine and wandered slowly upstairs to her bedroom that would house the infamous Aunt Muriel, the aunt that annoyed the majority of the Weasley family.
The ceremony was beautiful, as was expected, and Bill and Fleur were having an evening of bliss. Hermione was sitting at a table with a very bored Ginny Weasley sitting next to her complaining about her massive headache. Hermione was inwardly taking notes to always have a potion made for headaches when her baby is born. Hermione was attempting to ignore Ginny and was scanning the room of redheads looking for any sign of Harry. She didn't know which Weasley was Harry Potter in disguise because she had been out in the tent when he took the dose of Polyjuice Potion.
Suddenly, an unique ball of blue light floated into the tent and spoke words of the Minister of Magic's death and that the Death Eater's were coming. Hermione had found Ron, and finally, Harry and they all apparated somewhere quiet. Hermione's stomach gave a jolt at the sudden movement of the mother-to-be. Hermione leaned over the trashcan, which was placed perfectly, and discarded of the contents in her stomach.
"You all right, Hermione?" Harry asked rubbing her back and holding her hair back behind her so she wouldn't end up with vomit in her hair.
"Fine, I ate a little much this evening," Hermione lied, "Let's go find somewhere to stay. Thankfully, it's of walking distance," Hermione said and they left to a place where Harry hadn't been since he was fifteen years old: Grimmauld Place.
A/N: Thank you so much for the large amount of feedback, everyone! I hope this story is doing itself justice. Next chapter, I'm thinking about introducing the long awaited man of the moment: Draco Malfoy. I'm not quite sure where I'm heading with him yet, but if I choose against introducing him next chapter, just know, he will eventually be introduced.
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~Amanda