The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.
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"Mrs. Weasley? Hermione Weasley." Hermione looked up at the receptionist that was calling her name. Bill was not there yet and it was time for her appointment. He was called in to work at the last moment, but promised he would meet her at the healer's office.
"I am coming." Hermione answered the call as she stood up to follow the waiting assistant.
The corridor was covered with moving pictures of adorable newborns yawning or crying. The assistant had to slow her pace and wait while Hermione moved from picture to picture.
"Those are all of the babies we have delivered since our practice started." The assistant said as she opened a door to an examination room.
Hermione smiled. "There must a couple of hundred pictures on the wall."
The assistant offered Hermione a tissue as she pointed to a stool for her to sit on. "There are 337 pictures and we have three mums expecting to deliver before New Years."
Hermione smiled and sat down. "What is the tissue for?"
The assistant chuckled, "First baby uh?"
Hermione stiffened and cleared her throat. "Actually, no, this is my second pregnancy."
The assistant huffed, "Well then you know the process, the tissue is for you sneeze"
"I do not need to sneeze." Hermione still had not taken the tissue.
"Well I guess it has been a while but every witch sneezes during the healer's examination." The assistant left the tissue on the table next to Hermione, "the healer will be in shortly."
As soon as the exam room door closed, Hermione pulled out her copy of Witches Guide to Twitches, Itches, and Pregnancy. Opening it up to the index Hermione scanned until she found sneezing page 34. Quickly turning to page 34, Hermione found a section titled Your First Healer Visit underneath it said, 'be sure to have tissues on hand for all of your healer's visits. The spells used to determine the health of the baby in-utero induces sneezing fits in 95 percent of witches.'
Hermione sighed it was one more example of how much she did not know about having a baby in the magical world. The door opened just as she was putting her book back into her satchel Bill walked in looking flustered.
"Sorry love, the meeting ran long." Bill gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down in a chair next to the door. "Oh good, you have got tissue I meant to bring a box."
"Yes, I have tissue." Hermione laughed.
There was a knock and the healer walked in. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?" The healer was female, about mid thirties, with short-cropped hair and wearing the wildest Hawaiian print shirt imaginable.
Bill stood up and shook the healers hand after she closed the door. "I am Mrs. Weasley."
The healer raised an eyebrow. "You are? Well then the wrong person is holding the tissue."
Bill was confused until he realized his mistake. "I am sorry I am Mr. Wife and this is my Weasley."
Hermione put her hand over her eyes for a moment and laughed. "Please forgive him he is nervous. I am Hermione Weasley and this is Bill, my Weasley."
All three laughed and both Bill and the healer sat down.
"Let's start again, I am Healer Ruiz and I am going to assume you are Hermione." Hermione nodded.
"Okay then, now what brings you here today?" the healer asked.
"I think I am, well I am pretty sure I am pregnant." Hermione stammered a little bit.
"We can check that very easily. Just hold your breath for a count of five while I run the diagnostic." The healer's wand was already humming and emitting a green aura.
"You can breath." As soon as Hermione took in a deep breath, she sneezed. Healer Ruiz handed her a tissue.
"You are correct you are pregnant, about ten weeks and every thing looks to be in order. Is this your first pregnancy?" The healer was continuing to check Hermione.
"No." Hermione looked at Bill and reached for his hand. This did not go unnoticed by Healer Ruiz.
"Is something I should know about?" Healer Ruiz asked as kindly as possible.
Hermione took another tissue from the box and wiped her eyes before she began to tell the healer about her son.
Almost an hour later Healer Ruiz walked the couple to the office door. "Try not to worry Hermione we are going to work hard to make sure that this little one is fine. I can not promise that it will not have red hair…"
Bill wrapped Hermione in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Thank you Healer Ruiz we truly appreciate it."
"Okay Coco, time to take you shopping for your baby belly ball gown!" Bill had guided their way out of the healer's office and back into Diagon Alley.
Hermione stopped. "Would you cut that out I do not have a baby belly yet and for your information I fond the perfect dress this morning before our appointment!"
"Where is it?" Bill had not seen a shopping bag in the exam room or in Hermione's hand as they spoke.
"It is going to be a surprise. I had the shop send it to the flat earlier." Hermione slipped her hand into his as they began to walk down the street.
"Do I get a personal viewing tonight?" Bill wriggled his eyebrow at her.
"Nope! I am saving it for the ball Mr. Weasley. You will just have to wait." Hermione grinned.
By the next morning, Hermione still had not given in to Bill's multiple requests for a private style show. She was trying not to lose her temper as she opened the kitchen window to take the newspaper delivery from the post owl.
Hermione threw the rolled up paper on the table and smiled when the shower stop. She loved timing every thing perfectly. She learned exactly how long it took Bill to get ready from the minute he stepped out of the shower until he sauntered into the kitchen. It was a little game she played with herself to have his toast buttered and his coffee made by the time he walked into the kitchen.
"Coco, you do not have to do this!" Bill stood behind her and kissed her neck. "Thank you."
Hermione turned to face him. "I just like taking care of you. Do not get use to it I am sure it will all change when this little one gets here." Hermione was rubbing her stomach. "It will be your turn to take care of us!"
Bill nodded. "You can bet on it."
Hermione handed him his cup and he unrolled the paper. The Daily Prophet headline read,
Weasley Whore Weds Wicked William and Due to Deliver Another Weasley Whelp. Which Brother is the Father This Time?
Bill groaned as he read the headline then quickly turned to face Hermione. "Coco, Coco it is rubbish don't pay any attention to it."
Hermione just stood there still with tears rolling down her face to land with a splat on the newspaper.
Bill threw the paper in the trash and gently led Hermione out of the kitchen.
"It is them trying to sell papers. We will get through this together. Please Coco don't cry don't let them get to you." Bill was wiping the tears off her cheeks.
"What won't we worry about?" Charlie asked as he walked bleary eyed past the couple.
Bill's ands were cupping Hermione's face as he lowered his forehead to touch hers. "I love you, Coco."
Hermione smiled a sad little watery smile back at him. "I love you too."
"What happened to the paper?" Charlie was rummaging around in the kitchen; he always checked the Qudditch scores first thing.
"It is in the rubbish." Bill was rubbing small circles on Hermione's back as they stood in each other's arms.
"I haven't even looked at it yet, why the hell would you…son of a bi…have you seen this? Of course you have, those gits they should be…Coco this is rubbish you know that right?' Charlie walked up to Hermione and added his arms to Bill.
Hermione's face was resting on Bill's chest. Turning her head to look up at his face she finally spoke. "I am not ashamed of us or even what happened with Ron and the baby. I have always thought people deserve privacy. Who would knowingly hurt us?"
Bill frowned. "That is easy. I know exactly who would do this, Fleur and Veronique."
"But, they have known about all of this for weeks why now?" Hermione disentangled herself and wiped her face.
Charlie scratched his cheek then smacked his forehead. "Think about it what is tomorrow?"
Hermione pursed her lips and lifted her hands to show she had no idea.
"Of course you are right! Those two bitches!" Bill swore.
"Language William" Hermione admonished, "But I still do not get it what is so important about tomorrow?"
"They planned it. By tomorrow, everyone will have read the paper and it will be the talk of the evening at the Gringott's celebration." Bill looked furious.
Hermione's face fell and she sank into the sofa. "Oh by then the world will have read that article."
Charlie threw the paper back into the rubbish. "We will see about that! I will be back."
Bill sat next to Hermione barely registering Charlie's exit. "Coco we could skip the party but I think that would just make the situation worse; feed the speculation."
Hermione pursed her lips in disgust. "Agreed, it will be horrible to go but even worse if we stayed away."
"So we will go?" Bill asked.
Hermione took a deep breath and leaned into Bill's shoulder. "Yes."
The morning sun continued to fill the room but Hermione was tired. She yawned and stood. "I am going back to bed."
"You just got up and you are going back to sleep?" Bill was surprised.
Hermione reached down for Bill's hand. "I did not say I was going to sleep."
Bill grinned and jumped up from the sofa. "Race you Coco!"
Hermione laughed as she watched him sprint down the hall.
Bill was already in bed and under the covers by the time Hermione closed the door behind her as she entered the room.
"Mr. Weasley one might think you are expecting something." Hermione scolded him as she walked towards the bed shrugging off her robe and slippers.
Bill smiled at the glorious sight of his wife standing before him. "Do you always make tea in just your robe?"
"Maybe…do you mind?" Hermione asked as she pulled the sheets back. "Bill Weasley what happened to your boxers?"
Bill tried to keep a straight face and in the most innocent voice he could muster, "I guess I lost them."
"That is a shame I liked that pair. But I must admit I do like you much better like this." whispering the last part as she climbed into bed straddling him.
"Coco you talk too much." Bill's mouth effectively silenced her.
"Bill! Coco! That is strange they were here when I left." Charlie had just come back to the flat and had both George and Percy with him.
"Maybe they just did not hear us – Bill!" Percy yelled as he walked toward the bedrooms.
The brothers stopped when a loud male "Yes" echoed off the walls. Charlie glanced at Percy just in time to see his brother blush and George smiled at Charlie.
"Well they are here alright they are busy." said George as he and Charlie had to turn Percy around and push him towards the front door.
"We will come back in hour or so." Charlie said as George nodded his agreement.
Percy looked stunned. "An hour; you think it will take an hour?"
George and Charlie looked at each other and groaned. George took a deep breath to keep from taking the mickey out of his older brother. "Maybe we can get the others to meet us at the shop and work out the details."
Charlie nodded and made a point of slamming the door behind them.
Hermione froze and looked down at Bill. "Did you hear that?"
Bill groaned and pulled her face down kissing her hard as he forced his hips up with equal passion. Hermione shuttered and forgot everything.
Relaxing as Bill gently rocked her, Hermione snuggled closer into Bill's chest as her heart rate gradually slowed. Her slightly swollen belly fit perfectly between them. She felt safe and loved.
"Coco, I know you are not truly happy about the celebration tomorrow and we will stay home if that is what you want. However, Coco I want to go. I want to show the world how perfect we are together. Show everyone how proud I am to have you as my wife and how we are at the prospect of our child."
Hermione nodded her head. "I love you," she whispered between kisses.
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A/N:
I hope you do not mind the quick update. I just could not seem to stop typing. This chapter has not had nearly as many re-reads as the others so please forgive the errors.