All of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I just enjoy thinking of new situations for her characters.

Bill whipped them around trying to hide Hermione's state of undress. Hermione was mortified as she ran for the privacy of her bedroom. Bill stayed in the living room and faced his family.

Ron charged his oldest brother, his left hook catching Bill's jaw.

Bill tripped and fell to the floor. Ron was livid. He would have continued beating his sibling if Charlie had not pulled him off.

Charlie made easy work of restraining his youngest brother, "Ron, you don't know the whole story."

Ron hissed, "Bill if you hurt her I will kill you."

Charlie let Ron go but he did not move toward Bill. The expression on Bill's face startled Ron.

Bill was looking at Ron as if Ron was insane. "I am not the one who shattered her…you should go talk to her Ron."

Ron stood still he did need to talk to Hermione that was why he was here. Okay…which room?"

Charlie nodded to the left, "She is using mine."

Ron started to walk towards the hallway when Hermione emerged from the room fully dressed and obviously embarrassed. "Ron…I'm glad to see you...we need to talk."

Ron was surprised, "Yes, we do need to talk. I have someone I'd like you to meet."

Hermione was flustered, "It's really important Ron can we do this in private?"

Ignoring her request, Ron pulled into the living room and in front of the one stranger in the room. "This is Veronique…Hermione…this is my wife." Ron was beaming at the woman.

Charlie heard Ron's declaration and he was watching for Hermione's reaction. Her shoulders slumped and Charlie could feel the waves of sorrow pulsing off her. As he put his arm around her shoulders, he tapped Bill to get his attention.

Bill was starting opened mouthed at his little brother; the urge to strangle him became overwhelming. Bill's attention to Hermione made him realize she needed him. Gently slipping his arm around her waist, he waited for someone to say something.

The silence became uncomfortable and both Bill and Charlie felt their damsel stiffen her spine and extend her hand in greeting to the wife of her baby's father.

Mrs. Weasley had tears in her eyes as she watched her beloved Hermione act with grace and courage. She watched Hermione charmingly ask all of the appropriate questions of when and where the happy event took place. Hermione's warm congratulations to the couple seemed sincere.

The older woman noticed her oldest sons hovering near the young woman. They never left her side staying close by in the background. Mrs. Weasley suspected she did not know the whole story and made a mental note to have a long private talk with her sons as soon as possible.

Hermione played the part of the gracious hostess, offering drinks and something to eat. Ron was thrilled with Hermione's reaction, he had been certain she would explode when she heard the news.

Ron finished his third biscuit when he remembered Hermione had wanted to speak to him. "So, Hermione there was something you wanted to tell me?" Ron said as he swept the crumbs out of his lap.

Hermione's hand began to shake, Bill discreetly pulled the glass she was holding from her and kept her hand in his.

Hermione once again composed her herself turning to Ron she smiled sweetly, "We can talk some other time Ron it will keep."

Ron cleared his throat, "Well you see that's the thing, Veronique has accepted a job with Gringott's in Hong Kong we are leaving in within the month."

Hermione nodded, "Alright then…well I was not sure I would remember everything so I used Bill's pensive…so if you will follow …" she stood and started to walk towards the bedroom.

Ron chuckled, "Hermione, I am a married man anything you need to tell me you can tell in front of my wife!"

It was all Bill could do not to punch his baby brother.

Hermione was trembling, she looked at Bill, "I guess we could pull the memories to the top…let them play out above the surface…that way everyone could see…"

Bill took both of her hands in his and Charlie's arm embraced her shoulders, Charlie whispered, "Are you certain you want to do this? He doesn't deserve your pain."

Hermione simply nodded, "He deserves to know."

Mr. Weasley was nervous, he had been watching Bill and Charlie, and his oldest sons knew something they were not telling. He had a feeling that this was not going to be pleasant.

Bill retrieved his penseive and placed it on the coffee table. Looking at Hermione, he swirled the memories causing the most recent additions to rise to the top.

The first image was of Ron and Hermione in her now destroyed apartment. The remnants of their New Year's Eve party lay scattered around.

Ron was yelling and Hermione was crying. "I guess you want your ring back then" Hermione whispered.

Ron looked ashamed, "Actually a bloke at work is willing to buy it off of me…so yeah if you don't mind."

Hermione in the vision gasped, "A bloke at work knew you wanted to break up with me before I did?"

Ron coughed his answer.

Hermione of the memory slipped the ring on to the table, "Please take it and show yourself out." The memory became indistinct and disappeared.

Mrs. Weasley looked at her youngest son with contempt.

The next memory was of Hermione sitting alone. She was in a doctor's office; the walls were decorated with Easter eggs and spring chicks. Hermione was sitting on an exam table wearing and paper gown.

A muggle doctor entered the room, "Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked up, the doctor continued. "We got the laboratory results back…you are pregnant and according to the ultrasound you are approximately four months along. I am a little surprised your records indicate you came in for because you thought you had an ulcer."

Hermione was obviously upset, "My fiancée broke off our engagement at New Year's; I thought I was just overly upset."

The doctor seemed to understand, "It is too late for termination, and you should consider other options. Many childless couples would love the opportunity to adopt your child. However, the father would have to agree to give up parental rights. You do know who the father is correct?"

Hermione eyes narrowed, "Of course I know who the father is! I need to think…I need to talk to Ron." The memory dimmed and was gone.

"You never said a word!" Ron was standing and glaring at Hermione.

Charlie snapped, "Shut it git!" as the next memory showed a pregnant Hermione walking in the park. It was a beautiful spring day when the memory went black as Hermione fell to the ground.

Bill pulled Hermione to him wrapping his arms tightly; he guessed what the next memory was. The penseive revealed a hospital room with Hermione screaming in pain, "Please make it stop…I need to tell Ron… it is too soon…Please I need to tell the father…Please find him, Ron Weasley…please it is too soon."

A medical person looked down at Hermione, "Miss Granger you need to stay calm, the baby needs your strength. We cannot stop the contractions, when you wake up you are going to be a Mum. The pensieve faded as the doctors and nurses began to rush around Hermione.

Bill was stroking Hermione's hair as she cried into his shirt.

Ron sat stunned next to his wife, his eyes fixated on the penseive. The new Mr. Weasley looked a little bored.

An image of Hermione was floating above the pensieve. She was sitting in a wheelchair next to a baby bassinet. Monitors and tubes surrounded the tiny baby.

Hermione's fingers looked enormous as she gently stroked the bright red hair of her son. "Try to hold on sweetheart…I promise as soon as we are home, I'll find your dad…he is going to be so proud of you…please try to hold on sweetheart…please!"

Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were sobbing as the memory ended.

Ron's eyes looked at Hermione; she was curled in Bill's arms, her chest heaving with sobs.

The final memory surfaced. It was outside early in the morning the dull grey sky threatening to storm. Hermione was alone in front of her were the gravestones of her parents and next to them was a new marker. The new marker was engraved it read 'Ronald Weasley Granger'. The memory ended.

Charlie looked at Hermione she was still. The rest of the group was openly shocked. Mr. Weasley's hand covered his face and Ron was ashen.

Ron spoke first, "Why Granger? Why not Weasley?"

Hermione voice was emotional, "My name is Granger. He was illegitimate…I couldn't give him a name I had no right too."

She was shaking, "He was perfect…he just was too little…he had big hands, keeper's hand."

Ron smiled.

Bill looked at Hermione, "How about you say 'Goodnight, Coco?"

Hermione sighed, she was exhausted but agreed, "Goodnight" and looking at the newlyweds, "again congratulations you two."

Bill looked at Charlie as he helped her up, "You can tell them the rest."

Charlie kissed Hermione's cheek, "Sweet dreams." Hermione smiled and walked with Bill.

Charlie waited until he heard the bedroom door shut then he turned and faced the room. Mrs. Weasley looked at him, "What did he mean the rest?"

Sitting back down dnd facing the remaining people in the room Charlie sighed, "Bill and I meet up with Hermione a couple of weeks ago."

Charlie shifted in his seat, "She was in bad shape, apparently the Muggle operation did not heal properly because of the conflict between her magic and Muggle medicine. She was very ill…an infection…we almost lost her. We took her to St. Mungo's under an alias 'Coco Puffee'.

Charlie's parents made horrified sounds, the silence from the newest married couple was deafening. "She was there, when her flat was destroyed. After a week in St. Mungo's, when she was well enough Hermione came here to stay with us. Bill and I have been taking care of her."

Mr. Weasley finally spoke, "We should have been there for her…I did not try to check on her after you broke it off with her. This is our fault."

Ron did not flinch, he did not speak, he was stony.

He stood up not looking at any one as he headed toward the front door "I need to take a walk…Veronique please go with my parents…I need to think."

Ron left.

Charlie empathized with his brother; to become a father and to lose a child all in one evening was torturous.

Bill helped Hermione clime into bed. He pulled the thin sheet up and kissed her forehead, "You are the bravest woman I know."

Hermione did not answer and was asleep as he closed the door.

He entered the living room as Mrs. Wesley was gathering her things to leave, "How is that poor thing?" Mrs. Weasley's eyes were very red and puffy.

Bill sat down and looked up at his mother, "I don't know Mum, and she has been so brave. I'm worried about how she continues to get up each morning."

Mr. Weasley hugged Bill, "Well, we always knew she was the bravest of all of us. Just take care of her, call me if you need me. She has so much grief, take care of her."

Mrs. Weasley straightened his shirt and called out, "Veronique, dear shall we go?"

Charlie and Bill watched three leave.

"I need a drink." Bill was heading toward the kitchen.

Charlie followed "Fun evening…who knew she looked so good naked?"

Bill shot his brother a look, "and what a temper!"

The two sat at the kitchen table neither speaking just both lost in their thoughts.

A few thoughts:

This story is a finished work. Transcribing it from the handwritten form in a composition book to the computer is still a work in progress.

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