A/N: If I owned Harry Potter, Hedwig wouldn't have died in Deathly Hallows. Sorry this chapter is short! More is coming!
Chapter3 – "Mum and Dad are at it again!"
Later that night, Ron and Harry filled Hermione in on their plan. She had agreed, but looked as if she were to vomit at the thought of telling Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"I don't think," said Hermione, "that we should break the news to them in a letter."
"Oh yeah," agreed Ron, "Harry and I figured the Easter Holidays would be a –"
"Easter Holidays!" Hermione squealed, "but that's next week!"
"Well, when else are you guys going to tell them?" Harry said. "Summer break would be a bit late, I think."
"Okay," Hermione reluctantly gave in.
Ginny walked over to the trio huddled near the fireplace.
"Congratulations, Hermione!" she whispered in her friend's ear.
Hermione jumped and turned around. Seeing it was Ginny, she relaxed and a grin instantly spread over her stress-ridden face.
"I imagine you're scared out of your mind," the youngest Weasley said. "Don't worry, sweetie, the three of us will be here every step of the way." Ginny slinked her way into Harry's arms.
"Yeah, 'Mione," agreed Ron. "We're all here for you, luv." He put his arm around Hermione, and for a few seconds, it felt as if they were the only ones in the room, in the world. She kissed her boyfriend passionately, causing some of the boys in the common room to howl. They were all used to the two lovebirds, who, as head boy and girl, were considered the 'parents' of Gryffindor Tower. Some of the younger ones had even begun to call them 'Mum' and 'Dad.'
"Mum and Dad are at it again!" squealed a first-year girl.
All the commotion brought Ron and Hermione back to reality. Blushing, Ron called out,
"All right, you all, it's getting late. Start heading to bed!"
Hermione grinned – Ron was going to make an excellent father.
Ron's only sister lay in bed, mulling over the day's revelations. She was worried for Hermione, but she knew that no matter what, this baby was going to have one heck of a loving family.
She contemplated her and Harry's relationship. Things had been going smooth for two years now, but they would need to learn from Ron and Hermione's mistakes. She and Harry were soul mates, she was sure of it.
"Harry," she whispered. "My Harry." She loved absolutely everything about the Boy Who Lived: the way his hair looked even messier than usual (was that even possible?) right after Quiddich practice; his intense stare when he concentrated; his special smile for her; the way he held her after they made love; the way he looked into her eyes as if staring into her soul; but most of all, it was his fierce loyalty to his friends.
Lost in her thoughts, Ginny fell into a deep slumber.