Okay, I'm really really sick. I think I might have the flu, or something close to it. Of course, this had to happen at the beginning of my spring break. Yay. Well, anyways, good news for you because you'll be getting a lot of chapters now.

Thanks to all of those who reviewed chapter 7! You guys are amazing!

It's December 20th, so Hermione is now about 4 months pregnant.

Chapter 8

"Hey, this is a cute sweater!" Ginny held up a powder blue v-neck sweater with a white t-shirt under it.

"Oh, yeah, that would be cute, especially with those brown pants we bought the other day," Hermione replied, going over to where Ginny was standing so that she could find her size.

Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry had decided to go to Hogsmeade, and Ginny and Hermione were looking for some maternity clothes. Ron and Harry were standing outside the shop, looking awkward. They were taking turns coming in and pestering the girls to stop shopping, Hermione had enough clothes.

"So…have you found out about when you're going to tell everyone about the baby? I mean, you aren't huge or anything, but our parents aren't idiots, they're going to know something's up. I'm sure it'd be better to tell both my parents and your parents at the same time…you could get the reactions all at one time. And what better time than Christmas, when everyone will be at my house!" Ginny said, looking through a clearance rack. She picked out a pink, red and white striped polo shirt just as Ron walked in for the sixth time, trying to keep his head low.

"Hey, Ron. How do you like this?" Hermione asked, holding up a black dress with a v-neck and a sash just below the v-neck, with a bow on the side. It wasn't fitted, but just below the stomach it had two layers of ruffles before the dress ended just below the knees.

"Um…it's nice. Can we get out of here? I don't want anyone to see us…Harry and I keep having to hide from people." Ron said, looking around nervously. Hermione and Ginny grinned at each other knowingly.

"Ron, no one we know is going to come in here. Why would they? Ron, stop fidgeting, you're fine!" Ginny said, rolling her eyes. Ron looked to Hermione, who made a baby face at him, putting her hand on her stomach, which looked way bigger than it was under a red turtle-neck sweater, which was the only thing that Hermione could find that fit, proving the fact that she needed some maternity clothes.

"Look, we're almost done, Ron. Hey, did you talk to your mom yet?" Hermione asked, going to the cash register with an armload of clothes.

"Um, yeah, I did actually, this morning. She said that your parents are coming, as well as Fred, George, and Charlie. And, yes, that dress is perfect for going out to dinner on Christmas. I'm sorry, but I'm just nervous about telling everyone. My mom is going to have a fit." Ron said, putting his arm around Hermione as they walked out of the store with at least four bags of clothes.

"You don't think I'm nervous too? It took my mom like five months to convince my dad to let me go to Hogwarts. Then, when I started going out with you, it took my dad like a month to convince my mom that it was okay and that we were just kids and nothing bad was going to happen. Now, when I tell them about little Weasley Jr. here, my dad won't let me come back to Hogwarts and my mom's going to make me become a nun for God's sake!" Hermione said, trying to breathe deeply when she felt another cramp in the side of her stomach.

"Mi, it's gonna be okay. Your parents aren't going to kill you, and my mum will hopefully at least give me a ride to the hospital when she's done with me." Hermione looked at him, and he grinned. "Calm down, I'm kidding. It will be fine! Stop worrying!" Ron said, kissing her on the cheek.

Harry and Ginny fell behind Ron and Hermione as they talked about how they were going to tell everyone about the baby. With all of the things that had been going on lately, Ginny hadn't had much time to concentrate on her feelings for Harry. However, now that Christmas was coming Ginny could be excited about the fact that Harry was coming to her house for Christmas break for a whole week. She knew for a fact that he didn't have a girlfriend, and intended to use that during the break. She and Hermione had found a fabulous little dress for Ginny to wear at the Christmas party, and she couldn't wait to wear it.

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(December 24th, Christmas Eve)

Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione were on the Hogwarts Express going to Ron and Ginny's house. They were about twenty minutes away, and Ron and Hermione both had major butterflies in their stomachs. However, with how tired Hermione was all the time lately, she had managed to fall asleep.

Ginny and Hermione had spent a lot of time picking out an outfit for Hermione to wear so that her stomach would be less obvious. Finally they decided on a navy, long sleeved, baby-doll style, scoop-necked shirt over a light blue and white striped tank top. Her pants were a pair of boot-cut maternity jeans, and, of course, she had a winter coat on, which she planned to keep wearing as long as she could.

When they reached the train station, Fred and George, who were driving them to The Burrow since Ginny hadn't been able to take her apparation test yet, greeted them all enthusiastically. Hermione made sure to tell both Fred and George that she had a cold, so that they wouldn't hug her and bump into her enlarging stomach. However, they did anyways, but only gave her a sideways glance afterwards for which she was very grateful.

However, it didn't take long for the interrogation to begin. As soon as the group was all in the car, Fred and George wouldn't shut up.

"So, do you want to do some explaining, or shall we just guess what's up?" Fred asked, as Hermione pulled the car door shut and George started up the engine. She sat with her legs slightly spread apart, because for whatever reason, it seemed to help the stomach cramps.

"Looks like you to did more than mum thought at that party, eh?" George said, turning around in his seat.

"Are we right?" Fred asked, as George pulled out of the parking lot. They both looked at Ron and Hermione, who looked at each other before Hermione looked at her feet. Ron turned his head slowly, looking at Fred and George, nodding.

"Oh my god, we were right? When are you due?" They asked excitedly. Hermione looked up slowly, her face red.

"I'm due around the end of May," she said, and Fred and George grinned.

"Welcome to the family, Hermione!" Fred exclaimed, reaching out to give her a high five. She put her hand out reluctantly, as Ginny gave Fred and George a long, hard glare as they began to jokingly fantasize about how the baby was going to look.

"Pigs," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

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As George pulled the car into the driveway of the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley ran outside to greet everyone. She hugged Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. However, unlike Fred and George, she didn't say anything. They all walked inside, carrying their trunks. (Fred and George carried Ginny and Hermione's trunks.)

When they walked inside, everyone else greeted the four, including Hermione's parents. Hermione took her coat off slowly when Mrs. Weasley asked for it, and stayed standing with Ron so that they could make their announcement. Once everyone was sitting, Ron spoke.

"Um…we have an announcement, everyone?" But it came out as more of a question than a statement, and Fred and George began laughing. Ginny smacked them both on the side of the head and nodded at Ron to go on. He took a deep breath, and kept talking.

"Well, it's sort of big. But I need everyone in the room to promise that they won't get mad or yell. You need to process the news, and then we will handle it calmly." Ron negotiated, waiting until everyone agreed before he moved on.

"Okay…Hermione is…pregnant," Ron said. There was silence. Ron and Hermione just stood there, with Mrs. and Mrs. Weasley and Mr. and Mrs. Granger just staring at them. Charlie was the only other one who didn't know, and he was having a hard time forming words too.

"Uh, when are you due?" Charlie finally asked awkwardly.

"I'm due around the end of May," Hermione said, and with that, her mother, Mrs. Granger, stood and left the room crying.

Ohh, suspense!! Review, please!