A/N: If I owned Harry Potter, I would ban Snape/Hermione fics.

Chapter 5 – "'Mione and I have something to announce."

Harry saw her hands shake as she descended the steps of the Hogwarts Express. Ron, Harry, and Ginny followed Hermione. Ron took her hand, which seemed to calm her a bit. They scanned the crowd for Fred and George, who were going to pick the four of them up. Seeing a flash of red hair, they headed over to it.

"Hey guys," said Fred. "What's up?"

"'Mione's pregnant," said Ron matter-of-factly.

"What?" the twins simultaneously gasped. "Well then, I believe congratulations are in order," said George. Fred took Hermione's trembling hand and began to serenade her. Harry was surprised how well they had taken the news.

"You guys," hissed Ron, "we're trying to keep it quiet."

"Oh," he said, "well sorry, little bro. C'mon. Let's get going. You still need to break the big news to Mum and Dad."

As she walked into the Burrow, Hermione greeted the women of the household: Molly and Fleur, who was now eight months along with her and Bill's first child. The boys, they said, were setting up for dinner.

"Oh, Fleur, darling, you look gorgeous."

And indeed she did. The French woman just had a glow about her, her enlarged belly enhancing her beauty.

"Oh, no!" Fleur disagreed, "I look like a 'ag! Just look at zis giant een my body! Zees baby ought to weigh at least a 'undred pounds."

Hermione giggled. She remembered that in a couple months, she would look like this. And with that, the young witch remembered the reason they were there, and stiffened up again.

It was dinner, and Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Fleur, baby Victoire, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were seated at the dining room table of the Burrow. The familiar loud buzz of talking, and the clanking of forks and knives calmed Ron as he looked reassuringly into his girlfriend's eyes. It was time.

"Er, Mum, Dad?" said Ron. "I have something to announce. Actually, Hermione and I have something to announce." He put his arm around her, "We're going to have a baby."

A gasp erupted from Molly, while Arthur's eyes widened to the size of Galleons.

"Excuse me," said his mum, heading into the kitchen. Mr. Weasley soon followed.

Low murmurs were heard from the kitchen, and Ron received comforting glances from his siblings, whom he had already told.

A few moments later, the door opened, and his parents slowly stepped out.

"We're very disappointed in your lack of responsibility, Ron and Hermione," said Mrs. Weasley.

"But we're also very proud," Mr. Weasley said. "Ron couldn't have picked a better girl. And isn't it every parents' dream to become a grandparent?"

Grins erupted from everyone, and Ron felt his girlfriend exhale.

After dinner, Hermione helped Molly clear the table.

"Hermione, dearie," said Mrs. Weasley, "Now, do tell me, what were you planning to do with school and your job?"

"Thanks so much Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione graciously, "but I think I'm going to finish my education – there's only a few months left. But I would really like to have a career… I just don't know yet," Hermione broke down into tears. "Ron and I have talked about it, but… It's just that… Well, we don't know."

"Oh, sweetheart," Molly comforted the young witch. "You know that you and Ron are always welcome here and that we love and support you one hundred and ten percent. I know you're going to be a good mother. I saw you today, you looked so genuinely happy for Fleur. That's going to be you, pretty soon, Hermione."

Sobbing into her boyfriend's mother's sweater, Hermione nodded and tried to express her gratitude through her tears. But Molly, an experienced mother, knew what she was trying to say and smoothed her hair.