Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.

If you turn on the music and sway to it, the since of movement for him is well developed by now and have feel you dance. He's 11inches and just over 1lbs. You can see him squirm under your clothes. Your baby can also hear what you hear, but not quite at the same level.

Chapter 8

Week 23

"Hermione's pregnancy is going to kill her…or maybe even me…"

I am lying flat on my back at 7am with my son lying on his side staring at me. I smile back and keep trying to see if I can feel our other son kick on the outside where I am feeling it very much on the inside. I keep feeling it on my upper left side. Oh found it! "James feel quick! Give me your hand!"

"Huh?" He sits up and I take his hand and place it over my side. I press a little and he smiles.

"Mama, you poked me." He giggled and pressed his hand again.

"That's your baby brother."

"That's bruder?" He looks up at me with excitement.

"Yep, and soon he will be in my arms for you to meet."

"I can't wait to me him. Oh mama, he stopped." He looked sad and replaced his hands with his head.

"Because he's sleeping, like you won't!" I begin to tickle his tummy.

Later that day at the Burrow...

"Ginny, do you see the smoke just off those hills?" my mother asks standing in front of the kitchen window.

"Mama, ookie?" James walks into the room.

"No, you have had two already." He pouts, and I ignore him to see what my mother was talking about.

"Mammie, ookie?" James asks by pulling on her dress.

"Sure, pudding." She hands him another one. I roll my eyes. James' face lights up.

"Tank you!" and he walks back into the room.

"Mum, if you keep this up he's not going to eat tonight, let alone sleep."

"Oh Ginny, that's my job."

"Okay, so what's with the smoke over here?" I asked shaking my head realizing that when it comes to parenting my child, I will lose to my mother when my kids will ask for anything.

"Well, your father says that is a ministry Auror team." She knew that this would catch my attention.

"Really?" I can feel my face light up.

"Yea and I am not allowed to say that my son and son-in-law are there, so I won't say anything. Especially that they are safe. Which is not information your father received through a method of communication by patroness. That I am not supposed to tell you." My mother smiles and kissed my forehead.

"I didn't hear anything." I smiled back. My mother went into the other room to be with James. It's nice to have dinner where it's just going to be the four of us. I told Hermione that James and I were going bonding shopping. Sucker.

As I sat there staring out at the smoke, I had this urge, if you will, to go out side. "Be right back!" I shouted as I closed the door behind me.

At first I sat on the porch swing. But I still felt the need to be closer. So I waddled down the hill and up the second. It took me way to long to do this, so I just told myself it was because of my baby.

I stood on the second hill, which was slightly higher. I could see the smoke arising from the other hill, coming out of a hole in the ground, but no tents or people.

Of course there was an invisible shield, and that I couldn't see them. It was a top secret, dangerous mission. But it was pulling me there. You know like you read in those vampire books, where that wolf imprints on people.

I know that soon Harry will be home, and I will have him forever, but there is just something about knowing where he is during his work. Also knowing that he could probably see me.

I sighed. They were still a mile away; and it would be so incredibly stupid to walk any closer, so I just sent a patroness to him, saying I loved him.

I then decided to sit down and lean back on my arms to watch the sun go down. Waiting for a reply. I suddenly felt 15 years old again, like I just sent an owl saying, 'I love you reply by checking the boxes; yes/no.'

It wasn't too long before I got Harry's back saying he loved me too. He misses me and wants me to tell Hermione that we are safe. But, he needs me to go back to mum's and tell no one. It's not smart or safe to be this close.

Then I feel anger suddenly. Why does he get to boss me around? Jeez, such mood swings. Oh right. I'm six months pregnant. I rolled my eyes and waved; then proceeded back to my mum's for dinner.

Early the next morning…I mean so goddamn early...

"Ginny! Ginny! Where are you?" A shrieking voice comes to my ears. I jumped from fright just as my bedroom door shoved open.

I instantly grabbed my wand and said "luminous" it was Hermione. I suddenly could see myself banging her head against the bed frame until she stopped moving…morbid mind I have…

"What the fuck Hermione!" I started taking deep breaths and swung my legs over the bed.

"Ginny! I'm having contractions! Oh I can feel them! It's to soon, way to soon!" She comes to me and puts my hand on her stomach.

"Contractions? Really? Are you sure it's just not gas?" I thought this was weird so I grabbed my Healers Training book, and flipped through it. OH this reminds me that I need to study for my final next week…

"Ow Yes! The book never lies! I have all the symptoms and…I just…I need to go to St. Mungo's!" she started throwing cloths at me.

Me, still in the shock of having Hermione burst into my home, hears James crying upstairs. Sigh.

"Damn it Hermione! I have James, and no one to watch him! Why didn't you go to mum?" I got up and started for the door, putting on the clothes Mione tossed at me.

Hermione started to cry. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do, Ron's not here and…"

Now I feel bad. "No, I'm sorry, we'll just take him with us. We'll owl my mum if you really are in labor, okay?" She nodded as I flipped on the hallway light and made my way up stairs.

James was screaming until I picked him up from his crib. He then stopped and said "Hi, Mommy." Such a Mama's boy.

"Hello, baby," I kiss his face.

I take him down stairs where Hermione I breathing her contraction breaths, and staring at her watch. "Just let me grab a bag for James, then we will leave, okay?"

She nods, not looking up.

I then quickly grabbed toys, and a snack to keep him entertained.

"Alright, Hermione?" I ask, holding James.

"No." tears stream down her face.

"I know this is scary, but you have me. I'm right her." I take her hand, in the arm that isn't holding James, and we make our way to the fireplace to floo to St. Mungo's.

The minute we get in, Hermione makes a B-line for the registration desk. I follow, struggling to keep up with a sleeping toddler, and stand behind her.

"Um, excuse me! I am having a baby here!" Hermione yelled to the woman, panicked. I looked at the clock on the wall, it says 4:14 am. Great.

"Alright ma'am. If I could just please have you wand, and could you just fill out these registration forms-" Hermione took the forms from the receptionist, and threw them behind her.

"I'm Hermione Weasley. You might know me better as Hermione Granger." She slammed her wand on the counter. "Now, I am in a lot of pain, and too early to be having a baby, and need to see a Healer! Right now!" She snaps.

"Er, Hermione-" I say grasping her arm. She jerks it away.

"Hi, Ginny Potter." I say, to the receptionist, about to burst into tears. "We are sorry about that. I'll just, fill this out with her, and bring it back. But as you can see, we are in need of a doctor right away, Brenda, and would appreciate a little urgency." I smile, glancing at her name tag.

If there is one thing I learned form my healer training, is that being mean to the hospital staff will get you nowhere, no matter how famous you are.

"uh, absolutely." Brenda said, giving us another copy of the paper work. "Thank you" I smile, taking the forms.

"Come on Hermione, lets just sit here, and try to relax, alright?" I coax her into sitting in the waiting room.

My arm is dead from holding James so long. I place him in the chair next to me, and he curls up in the seat.

Hermione death glares, and make the motion of 'I'm watching you' with her fingers and her eyes.

Before I could even ask Hermione the questions, healers gathered towards her, asking hundreds of questions, and giving her back her wand. When she told them she wasn't due until May, they worked with more urgency. I'm not sure how to explain their change in pace.

James woke up because of all the noise, and wanted to help. I tried to keep him entertained, while I figured out what the healers were doing, but it did no good, he was just not interested. I sighed.

St. Mungo's got Hermioen into a private room, did a basic examination, and informed us that a maternity healer would be in shortly.

They put a fetal monitor on Hermione's belly, and one on her, and we watched the moniter together. James just ran around the room.

After twenty minutes of watching the monitors and James, I realize that we are not talking. Hermione just sniffs, and rubs her tummy. This is a scary time, and I don't know what to do. Do I call mum? The ministry to inform Ron? I'll have to be her birthing coach, but what to do with James? He giggles and knocks into the monitor stand, almost knocking him down.

"That's it, Come here James." I said in my best mother voice, and caught him as he ran by me.

"Is this how big boys behave?" I ask, frowning.

He wiggles in my arms.

"James Sirius, answer me."

"No!"

"How do big boys behave?" I ask.

"They sit still."

"Now, can you show Aunt Hermione how you can be a big boy by sitting still?" I ask.

He nods, and sits in my lab. He still, for now.

"That's a very good boy James." Hermione whispers to him.

"Thank you." He says back.

"Um, Ginny I don't know how to tell you this…" She was trying not to laugh, probably because James was playing beauty parlor with my hair. "But um, I think the contractions stopped."

"Ow! James!" I tried to gently pull his hands off. So I stood up and put him in my chair.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I haven't had a contraction since they hooked me up to the monitor, about twenty minutes ago-" She was cutoff by the door opening.

"Ah, hello Mrs. Weasley. What seems to be the problem? I hear you are having contractions?"

"I thought I was but…not so much any more…" She didn't look at me.

I know I shouldn't be, but I am pissed. Pissed that its almost six am, that James is awake, and that angry that I am smart enough to figure out Hermione's condition first. I know what this is. I rolled my eyes. These were just-

"Braxton Hicks contractions." The healer said taking off her gloves. "These are very normal as you come close to your due date. Your body is just preparing yourself for labor. Now that you know what these feel like, you can tell the difference from the real ones."

"How? The books said-"

"Because real contractions are going to hurt a whole hell of a lot worse, Hermione!" I interrupted the healer who just opened her mouth to answer. I was starting to loose my cool.

"Yes, I wouldn't phrase it like that, but they will feel tighter, more pressure, and much closer together."

Hermione gulped. "Oh," was all she said.

The ended up discharging us. As we entered the waiting area where the floo network is, we were attacked by cameras and press. We just flood back to her house.

After taking her home and then had to reassure my mum that: no, Hermione wasn't in labor. Remind her that it was six in the morning, and I was pissed and tired, and just wanted to sleep. Not to mention I had a cranky almost two year old babbling to me.

So I put James into my bed with me, and tried to unsuccessfully sleep.

Tomorrow we are going to mom's for George and little Fred's birthday, so hopefully George can wear James out then.

I can't wait until Harry gets home…