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Chapter 2

Hermione rubbed her stomach. She was now three months pregnant and a small bump was showing. Honestly, she was incredibly surprised that no one had noticed yet. She was in the bathroom throwing up almost every morning, but Harry didn't say a word.

After Harry had taken her home from the hospital, the two of them had decided that Hermione would stay with him at Grimmauld Place. Her parents were still somewhere in Australia and she just didn't have the effort to go get them. Besides, a small part of her was worried that she wouldn't actually be able to reverse her parents' memories.

The past month and a half had flown by so quickly. She still couldn't believe what was going on.

While Voldemort was now gone, many Death Eaters were still at large. The Auror's were doing their best to round them up, but it still wasn't enough. People were still afraid. Hermione was still afraid.

Harry had entered the Auror Program almost immediately. He wanted to "finish what he had started" or however he put it. He was working hard to make the wizarding world safe, and Hermione was so proud of them.

He had tentatively rekindled his romance with Ginny. He was a bit nervous about starting things up with her again, but Hermione encouraged him to go for it. He deserved a bit of happiness in his life again.

Ginny was jealous that Hermione lived in Grimmauld Place, but didn't dare directly say anything to Hermione. So there was some tension there, but Hermione did her best to ignore it.

Hermione was in the process of redecorating the home. She had managed to unstick Mrs. Black's portrait and immediately had it destroyed. Her bedroom was completely redone, along with Harry's. She was now working on the living room. At first she had worried all the fumes would hurt the baby, but Penelope explained to her that if she cast a bubblehead charm she'd be just fine.

Ron came by and visited Hermione while she worked. He too was in the Auror program, but not as high up as Harry. Therefore, he ended up with more and more time off. Hermione didn't mind her best friend visiting, but he was starting to drive her insane. Ron was pressuring her for a relationship, one that Hermione didn't want.

After thinking about it, Hermione realized why none of her relationships had ever worked. She was into women, not blokes. At first she had felt uncomfortable, but thinking about it, it just felt right. It explained why Cormac, Viktor, and Ron all held no appeal to her. They were all handsome men, just not for her.

She was comfortable with whom she was, and she wasn't ashamed of it. She suspected that Harry knew, because well, Harry knew everything. He could be very perceptive when he wanted to be.

Today Hermione was painting the walls in the living room when Ron came over. "Hey," she called over her shoulder.

"Hey Hermione, do you need some help?" Ron asked, looking around the room.

She turned around. "There's a brush there if you want to start on the other wall."

Ron nodded, grabbing the brush. "I like the color you picked," he said. Hermione was painting the walls a combination of light blue and gray. It really brightened up the space.

"I just hated how gloomy this place is. It's so dark and negative, and it's just not the proper place for a family."

Ron looked at her funny. "A family? Hermione, it's a bit soon for that type of talk, isn't it?"

Hermione blushed, mentally cursing her slip up. "You never know Ron."

He smiled. "Are you ready for a family?" he asked her, stepping towards her.

"Ron, I'm not really…" she sighed. "Ron, I have to tell you something."

He nodded. "Okay, what is it?"

Like a Band-Aid Hermione, you just got to spit it out, she told herself. "I'm a lesbian."

Ron's face was one of shock before he eventually started to laugh.

"It's not funny!" Hermione said, glaring at him.

"Are you serious?" Ron asked when he noticed she was angry.

"Of course I'm serious! I'm not attracted to you Ron, or any guy for that matter!"

Ron turned bright red. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Opening them again, he eyed her warily. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure Ron. I know it's a shock, but I just wanted to tell you."

Ron nodded. "Well, I'm sorry for awkwardly hitting on you."

Hermione laughed. "Ron, you don't need to apologize. I just wanted to clarify things." She painted for a few minutes before casting a glance towards the redhead. "You're not mad, are you?"

"Mad? No way. Now I don't have to wonder why you weren't interested." Ron offered her a smile. "I just want you to be happy Hermione."

She felt the tears well up in her eyes. Immediately she cursed her hormones. Walking over, she pulled Ron in for a hug. "Ron, I'm so lucky to have a friend like you. You've matured so much lately, and I'm so proud of you."

Ron hugged her back tightly. "Hermione, I'll never abandon you. Promise."

Harry walked in the door at that moment. He looked at Hermione crying and Ron awkwardly patting her back. "You two okay?"

"I think so?" Ron answered tentatively.

Hermione smiled, reaching up and wiping away the tears. "Well, since you're both here, and I'm crying, and well, I just have something to tell you both."

"Let's go in the kitchen?" Harry suggested. He moved in, quickly making some tea.

Ron and Hermione covered up the paint, knowing they'd finish later. Walking outside the room, Hermione cast a charm to keep the paint fumes from spreading throughout the rest of the house. She then canceled her bubblehead charm.

"Okay, this isn't easy to say, but I know I have to tell you." Hermione took a seat, her heart racing. She was nervous, but she had to tell them she was pregnant.

"But well, something happened at Malfoy Manor… something I didn't tell you both about."

Harry's expression immediately softened while Ron's took on a look of fury. They both remembered that day differently.

"Fenrir… he… well…." Hermione shook her head, biting her lip. "I won't say it, but I'm sure you can imagine what happened."

She immediately felt a pair of arms wrap around her. Harry was hugging her. Moments later, Ron joined the hug.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Harry asked, tears in his eyes.

She shrugged. "I was afraid… I feel so dirty." Hermione sighed. "I'm embarrassed."

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about!" Ron protested.

She smiled weakly at him. "I know, it's just how I feel. But well, there's more."

"You're pregnant," Harry said.

She nodded. "How did you know?"

Harry chuckled. "You've been throwing up every morning for a while now, I can put two and two together Hermione."

She blushed. "Sorry." She turned to Ron, "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier, I just… I was so afraid. I'm so young to be a mother, but I just couldn't bear the thought of giving the baby up."

"Don't worry Hermione, we'll help you," Ron said, giving her another hug.

Hermione smiled at him. "Thank you."

Harry hugged her too. "It'll be okay Hermione, you'll see."

She put her arms around them both. "I love you both so much."

"And we love you," Harry replied.

She and the baby would be okay. They would all be okay.