Here is chapter 2. I hope everyone enjoys it. I have quite a few chapters wrote already. I am really excited about this fic, so I have been writing a lot.

Disclaimer: Christmas is in three days, and I have been asking Santa for Harry Potter. Until then, I do not own it. Everything still belongs to the fabulous J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 2: News

After being at the Burrow for approximately half a day, Hermione went back to her flat. The flat she semi shared with Fred. They didn't really share it, it was more like he was always there, or she was always at his place.

She couldn't believe he was gone. Of course there was the funeral. If that wasn't truth enough Hermione would force herself to remember seeing him actually killed. This of course would bring more tears to her eyes.

Three weeks had passed since the funeral. All Hermione could do was sit in her apartment and eat ice cream. She had eaten so much that she could practically feel the weight gain every time she shoveled it into her mouth.

She didn't have to worry about work. All of her work could be done from home anyways. Working at the Ministy, Hermione's job was at The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Her current project was to bring S.P.E.W to the masses, and make it a law.

No one really came to check on her. Ginny would once in a while to make sure Hermione was still alive. But none of the Weasley's knew why she wasn't showing up at Sunday brunches. They all assumed she was working hard, like the old Hermione would be. Hermione felt that the old Hermione was buried along with Fred.

As she was contemplating whether to get more ice cream or go sleep, there was a loud pop coming from her bathroom. Reluctantly Hermione got off the warm and comfy couch and went to check it out. As she rounded the corner, Hermione came face to face with Ginny.

"Sorry, I was aiming for your living room." Ginny apologized.

Hermione remembered that Ginny had just gotten her apparators license, so of course she had to try it out.

"I was just stopping by to see how you were doing. I haven't seen you in a while."

Shaking her head, Hermione wasn't sure how to respond. "I'm living." She said finally.

"Come on Hermione. I know this was hard on you. Remember I did lose a brother. So tell me how you have really been." Ginny said with a very Molly Weasley look.

She turned around and found her favorite spot on the couch, and gestured for Ginny to join her.

"I just feel like he is going to walk through the door any minute, giving me a bouquet of flowers, and then whisk me off on a fun date. When I realize that that is never going to happen, I break down and cry. I have gotten maybe a total of four hours of work done the past three weeks. I don't have an appetite. When I do feel like food, all I want is ice cream, peanut butter ice cream to be exact. And right now, I feel as though the ice cream I had before you got here is going to come back up. That is how I am doing." She said, as a small sob escaped her lips.

Ginny was concerned. It's not that she wasn't concerned before, but now she was even more. A diet of only ice cream, that couldn't be healthy. So she decided to do something she swore she would never do.

"Let's go then." Ginny said quickly before getting off the couch and walking towards Hermione's fire place. When Hermione didn't follow, Ginny turned around and saw her hesitation. "We are going to St. Mungo's. Eating only ice cream for three straight weeks in not healthy. Plus they could probably give you some potion to help with the tears."

By the look in Hermione's face, Ginny knew she had won. She knew that Hermione probably wasn't in any mood to fight with her friend. So Hermione got off her couch and walked over to the red head. Once they were both in the fire place, Hermione grabbed hold of Ginny's arm. Ginny grabbed the Floo Powder, threw it down, and yelled "St. Mungo's!"

Once the spinning had stopped, Hermione looked up and found a large room full of white. She could see a white desk a few meters off. As well as a lot of people walking around, all dressed in white. The only color in the room was a vase full of red roses, and now themselves.

"Welcome to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. How can I help you?" A perky blonde asked as the two friends stepped out of the Floo Network fire place.

Ginny smiled back at the woman, "My friend needs a checkup. She hasn't been feeling good for a while and I have finally convinced her to come in."

The receptionist nodded, "Okay, fill out these forms and we will call your name shortly."

Hermione started working on the questions that were printed on the papers. When she was finished, she sat there staring ahead, and not saying one word to Ginny. Which on any other day would concern Ginny, but not today.

"Hermione Granger." A voice called from the other side of the room. Hermione stood up and started walking towards the Healer. When she noticed Ginny wasn't following her, Hermione stopped, turned around, and looked at her friend. It was almost as she was saying I don't think I could do this without you.

Ginny then got up and walked behind her friend and into the exam room, where they were told another Healer would be in shortly to perform the check up.

The room was silent. It was a defining silence. Neither of them talked. Probably because they didn't know what to say, or maybe they didn't have anything to say.

Eventually there was a knock at the door and in walked a Healer clad in white flowing robes. "Hello Miss Granger. So, what brings you in here on a day like this?" He asked with a smile.

Hermione shrugged, "I guess just a checkup. I haven't been eating as much as I should and I guess I just haven't been feeling completely well lately."

The Healer nodded and started performing a few spells with his wand. This made Hermione grateful. If he had gone to a Muggle doctor, she would have had to give a urine sample, a blood sample, probably a few other samples. Hermione would have also had to been unclothed for the exam. It's not that she was a prude, but she felt safer and more relaxed with her doctor while having her clothes on.

It was a little while longer before the Healer put away his wand and picked up the piece of parchment that had been recording the results. After looking over the results for a while, he turned to Hermione. "Well, Miss Granger you seem to be healthy. There are, however, a couple concerns. First, your nutrition levels are low. So I will give you a couple potions to help with that. Second, some of your hormone levels are high. This could only mean one thing." He paused almost for dramatic effect. "Congratulations, you're pregnant. And I would say you are five weeks along. Now, I will have the nurse come in with the potions for your nutrition. Come back if you have any concerns or questions."

With that the Healer left. Ginny couldn't blame him, he was probably really busy. She looked over at her friend, who was still lying on the exam table. Getting up from the chair, Ginny went and stood by Hermione.

Then the door opened once again. This time it was the nurse who had shown them into the room. She was carrying a small paper bag. Hermione assumed this to be the potions.

Once the nurse was gone, Ginny turned back and looked at her friend. "'Mione? Are you okay?" She asked quietly.

Hermione shook her head. "Home." She croaked out.

Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and apparated back to Hermione's flat. Once they got there, Hermione walked into her room and threw herself on the bed.

"Hermione?" Ginny questioned.

"Just go." Hermione told her.

She didn't need to be told twice, so Ginny apparated back to the Burrow.

Hermione laid on her bed and grabbed her pillow. Pregnant. She was pregnant, with Fred's child. How could she have been so stupid? Of course she remembered exactly when it happened.

-.-

It was a few days before the final battle at Hogwarts, although no one knew there was going to be a final battle so soon. It was the middle of the night. Harry and Ron had been asleep, and it was her turn to keep watch out. But for some reason, Hermione couldn't concentrate. She decided it would be fine if she apparated to Fred and George's flat quick, just for a few minutes. They had just gotten to this area, and the chances of someone finding them were slim.

After she arrived in front of the flat, she pulled the key out that Fred had given her. He had given it to her in case she needed in and he or George weren't there. Once she was in she relocked the door and crossed the living room to Fred's room.

Hermione stood in the doorway of his room. She could see that he was sleep, but decided to wake him up anyways. Hesitating for a minute, Hermione realized how peaceful Fred looked in his sleep.

She sat down on the bed and gently shook him. "Fred."

Fred jumped up when he felt someone grabbing him. He took his wand off the night stand, before realizing it was only Hermione.

"Merlin, Hermione! You frightened me." He said before giving her a quick kiss. It had been weeks since he had gotten to see his girlfriend.

"Sorry I just had to see you." She said hoping he wouldn't be too mad.

Giving her his signature smirk, Fred kissed her again. "I am glad you are here, love."

Hermione smiled and kissed him again, this time with more passion and need. It wasn't long and clothes were started to be thrown around the room.

-.-

If she would have known that would have been the last time she would ever get to be alone with Fred, she would have stayed a little longer or talked with him more.

Now, however, Hermione was stuck dealing with the consequences.

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