Hello beautiful people!

By popular demand (Kim threatening me) I have decided to add her and myself (Kim told me too) in the story as background idiots. I am not vain in anyway shape or from, it's just that Kim can be scary when she want's to. Especially when she had to get up at four in the morning to got to London and then come back at midnight.

Also by popular demand (Kim threatening me again) I added her favourite book in the story.

Hope you enjoy and please review!

Whoever said the truth will set you free was talking utter crap.

The next morning was probably the most awkward day of her life. Minerva and Fleur, again, slept on the sofa because they were there at six am when Hermione got up. Hermione could tell that they didn't know how to handle what they knew but they promised to keep it a secret from anyone and Hermione was greatful. Fleur was trying to shift the mood by telling them about her date with Bill but Hermione's head was somewhere else.

She was due at any moment now and Hermione was dreading her baby arriving instead of being excited, which is never a good sign. Every day Hermione stroked her stomach and wondered if she made the right choice keeping the baby after all, it wouldn't get rid of the fact that she cheated on Ron but it would get rid of the constant reminder everyday. When the baby is born, would Hermione even love it? And if she didn't, could she give it up?

She spoke to Minerva about this the next day and she was horrified. But after telling Minerva how she felt about the baby, Minerva stated something that Hermione didn't even consider.

"Instead of getting rid of the child behind his back, you told him the truth about the baby. Don't you see, child, you kept the child. You already love it. Even if it has caused pain."

And Hermione instantly knew that she was right. Hermione did keep the baby, she strokes her belly everyday, and she wonders what it will look like. She wouldn't be doing that if she resented the child. Oh my gosh, Hermione has been so blind, she wants this baby, she loves this baby.

And she is totally unprepared. Yikes.

"Let's go to Hogsmeade today," Hermione said.

The next day, all three of them arranged a trip to buy so baby stuff at Hogsmeade. Out of all of them, Fleur was the most excited. She gets to style baby clothes and she has already chosen its theme colour. If it's a boy, green, if it's a girl, fuchsia. Hermione and Minerva were slightly scared.

They decided to skip the Knight bus (because of Stan) so they Apparated through Fleur. Hermione, again, took a Polyjuice potion and became Lavender again. Hermione really needs to ask Minerva how she got Lavender's hair. They arrived at Hogsmeade to find that the lunch time rush was dying down, so the town was a little more quite, but Hermione, Fleur and Minerva had to take refugee in a bookshop as the unpleasant journey took its affect on them.

"I feel so dizzy," Fleur said, closing her eyes.

"You and me both," said Minerva, with her hand on her head.

The book shop, they had just entered, was separated into five very long aisles that was so long that you couldn't see the back of the shop. The aisles were closed off by a desk that touched both sides of the shop and had a bell on it, as well. Minerva tapped the bell and out popped a dark haired girl with pale skin and dressed in a red uniform.

"Welcome to Flourish & Blotts, can I help you with anything?" said the girl, whose name tag read Marcy.

"Um, hello there," Minerva said.

"What can I-," Marcy was cut off.

The door behind them had opened, and who came through the door? Hagrid. He had to duck to get through the door and walked to the front desk. Marcy had clearly seen him before because she wasn't surprised to see a half giant in the shop.

"Hey, Hagrid," she smiled.

Hello Marcy. I was wondering, do you have another copy of Monster Book of Monsters would ya?"

Marcy's face fell. "Another one? That's the fifth one this fortnight," she sounded scared but Hagrid didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah well, they keep running off all the time and they do have the habit of escaping," Hagrid said, calmly.

"Okay," now Marcy looked really frightened. She picked something up behind the desk and brought it to her lips.

"Kim!"

In a flash, a rolling ladder came out of nowhere, in a flash, and appeared in front of the aisle behind the Marcy. On it was a girl around Marcy's age, with the same uniform but she had glasses and wavy blond hair.

"Yep," she answered.

"We need another copy of Monster Book of Monsters. Again."

Kim's face also fell. "Oh no. I'll go get it then." Kim looked at Hagrid, who wasn't paying attention, and looked back at Marcy "Tell my mum I love her," and off she went on the ladder.

"Professor McGonagall! I didn't see you there, how are ya," Hagrid asked.

"It's Minerva now, Hagrid."

"Of course, and who was that girl that just left the shop? Is she with you?" Hagrid said, pointing to the door.

"What?" said Hermione, going to the door.

She scanned outside for a moment and instantly found her with Bill, a Weasley is always easy to find, and she was blushing scarlet, gazing at Bill like a fool while he was tried to be cool.

"I went to see an eye doctor today," Bill said.

"Really? Why?" said a concerned Fleur.

"Yeah, there's something wrong with them."

"What?"

"I can't get them off you," and Fleur burst into a fit of giggles, Bill smiled and Hermione heard a blood curdling scream.

Inside the shop, Kim was running up the aisle, behind her a thick leather book was chasing her and it kept snapping its mouth open and closed. Marcy had planted a metal box on the floor and she was standing on top of it, while Kim was running towards them. Kim reached the desk and jumped over the box and the book went inside. As fast as she could, Marcy closed the box, fixed a padlock on it and tried to hold it down while the book kept moving. As the book calmed down, Marcy and Kim both picked up the box and lifted it up on the desk, with all their strength, and they were both gasping at the end of it.

"That will be five galleons please," gasped Kim.

"Here you go," Hagrid gave them the money and picked up the book like it was a feather, with no effort.

"See ya, Minerva. See ya, Lavender," and Hagrid left.

"Honestly, Hagrid will be the death of me," exclaimed Kim.

"Sorry about that, Hagrid's one of our best customers –," Marcy was cut off by Minerva.

"Don't worry."

"Guessing you need children's books?" asked Marcy.

"What makes you think that?" Hermione asked.

"Honey, your about to pop," said Kim.

"I'm not pregnant."

"What's with the belly then?"

"I'm… rehearsing a play," oh dear.

"Really, what play?" Marcy asked.

"Um….. Sweeney Todd," Of all the plays in the world, why did she pick the gruesome Sweeney Todd?

"Is there a pregnant lady in that?" asked Kim.

"Don't remember a pregnant woman in it."

"Neither do I. Ah well, what do you need?" asked Kim.

"Children's books," said Minerva.

"Huh, Marcy, Marcy please!" Kim begged.

"Kim what have I told you," Marcy warned.

"I know but please!"

"Fine, go get it," Marcy gave in.

"Yes, love ya," and with that, Kim went on the ladder and disappeared again. In a second, she came back with a copy of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe in her hand.

"This," she gave the book to Hermione "is the best book ever!"

"Kim is a BIG Chronicles of Narnia fan," and Hermione now understood.

"I'm going to marry Skandar Keynes!"

"That was random but okay. So is ther-," Marcy was interrupted again.

"Then door opened and in walked a very drunk man, around the girl's ages, with brown hair and a superman shirt. He walked over to the desk and slumped on it.

"Hiya," he slurred.

"Sam, are you drunk?" asked Kim.

"Yes, "he looked around and leaned closer to Kim "but don't tell Marcy. She will be angry with me," clearly he hasn't realised that she is right next to him.

"Right, Kim. Time for you to take him home."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"Because I did it last time. Fair shares,"

"Oh come on, Marcelle. I don't want to," Kim pouted.

"I'll let you watch the Narnia films."

"Okay," Marcy looked triumphant.

And during this time, none of them had noticed that their two customers had snuck out of the shop, leaving the book on the desk.

After that weird experience in Flourish and Blotts, Hermione and Minerva continued to shop around Hogsmeade without Fleur, who was still with Bill. Hermione never knew that a baby needed so much stuff. There were bottles, nappies, clothes, prams, toys, dummies, shoes and a baby robe costume (okay, Hermione knows that it's not an essential but it looked really cute). The items were all sent to her home; Minerva's feet were killing her so they both decided to have a breather at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Wow, what a long day!" said Hermione at the Leaky Cauldron. Minerva had just come back from the bar with a Firewhiskey and pumpkin juice, Hermione drank the whole glass it one.

"Steady dear," Minerva said, impressed.

"Sorry," Hermione said, whipping her mouth.

"Need another?"

"No I'm…." Hermione trailed off as she stared at something behind Minerva.

"What is it?" said Minerva, turning her head.

George Weasley was sitting on one of the tables, alone with a Firewhiskey, looking sad. He wasn't drinking it but instead was just staring at it like he wants something to magically happen that could brighten him up, but he knows that it won't. As Hermione stared at George, she realised something important….

"Oh my Goodness, I forgot!" Hermione exclaimed, hitting her forehead with her palm.

"What?"

"April Fools Day. George's birthday."

"Oh," Minerva said cheerfully but then she realises. "Oh!"

"Ever sine Fred's death, he has never wanted to celebrate it. Said that it doesn't feel right without him," Hermione said, sympathetically.

"Poor thing,"

"Happy Birthday, George!" said a Scottish accent.

Oliver Wood had just entered the Leaky Cauldron and took up the free seat in front of George, who stopped staring at the drink in his hand, and looked at Oliver.

"How are you feeling?"

"Okay," gosh, he sounded defeated. "Be better when I visit Fred," and George produced a bouquet of daisies.

"Sorry, mate. Must be tough."

"I just feel worse for Ron, really."

Hermione stiffened and listened in closer.

"Yeah, how is he by the way?" a question both he and Hermione wanted to know.

"I'm not sure. Ever since Hermione left, he's been like a ghost. Sometimes I see him looking at the front door, like he's expecting her to walk through it. Sad really," George said.

"Would he really just forgive her if she did come back?"

"I really don't know. It is obvious that he misses her, but Harry doesn't think she will come back."

"Why?"

"He believes that she needs to forgive herself for what she did. He knows that Hermione has too much heart to just put this behind her."

"Think he might be right there I'm afraid. What about Ron though?"

"The whole family were talking last night and we kind of came up with a plan," George said, uncertainly.

"What plan?"

Yes, what plan?

"Well, Percy thinks that, maybe, we should set Ron up on a blind date."

"What?"

"A surprise date. He wouldn't actually go willingly; he could never do that to Hermione. Be honest, Oliver, we don't even think that she's coming back at all. Do you think it's fair to put Ron through fake hope?

Oliver said nothing.

"My point exactly. Please understand, we're only doing this because we care about Ron. I have never seen him like this and I don't want him to suffer anymore. If I see Hermione, I am going to tell her to either come back or never show her face again because I can't bare it anymore," said an upset George.

Neither can Hermione, as George finished speaking, she quickly got out of the Leaky Cauldron and cried as the fresh air hit her face. The weird feeling she felt before had come back and she could tell that the Polyjuice potions is wearing off but she didn't care anymore. She doesn't care.

Minerva followed Hermione out of the pub and gives Hermione a hug, letting her tears stain the fabric on her shoulder. She held Hermione for a while before she spoke again.

"He's right."

"What."

"About me," her speech was muffled on her shoulder. "It kills me every time, I hurt Ron in the worst way possible and it's my fault. Mine! Can we please go home?"

"Of course."

They had to ride on the Knight bus, since they didn't have Fleur, and Stan seemed very disappointed about it. He constantly tried to convince them to give him Fleur's owl number but the bus stopped just in time and Hermione and Minerva were home. The items they bought today were all in the hallway, Hermione got out her wand and they all floated up to the baby's room. Minerva let Hermione sit on the sofa while she made a cup of tea. There was a long silence.

Then the door bell rang. Hermione decided to leave Minerva the trouble, knowing that it was Fleur who had probably forgotten her key. But when she opened the door it was not her. Instead, it was someone she knows very well, and it killed her that this woman was giving her a cold look.

"Molly."