A week from her due date...
Hermione puffed out heavily and with a red face as she waddled aimlessly into the foyer she had come to know. It was late in the afternoon and she was clad in a floor length navy blue dress that complimented her developing daughter greatly. A breeze rattled the shutters and the summer heat was already pouring in.
"Draco!" She groaned and grew impatient. Seconds later, Draco stumbled down the three flights of stairs and picked his wife up, swinging her around and planting a kiss on her face. He wore a white button up and some black slacks. They were to be at the Burrow around six, and it was already 6:05. Hermione giggled, clearly forgiving her husband's tardiness as they apparated with a pop, landing in the warm and lively home in which Hermione spent most of her time.
"Hermione my dear." Molly grinned as she bustled over to the epectant wizard, Draco's hand on the small of her back as she stood there smiling at Molly.
"Molly!" Hermione smiled and hugged the short woman close to her.
"Ah Draco!" Molly grinned, Draco waved, but Molly being the warm hearted person she is jumped on the platinum haired boy and squeezed him for dear life.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Weasley." Draco grinned.
"Call me mum, deary, you're a part of this family now." She smiled, squeezing Draco. Ginny ran down the stairs and hugged her best friend, her fiery hair flipping down her back.
"Hermione, you look so.." Ginny dragged on.
"Big?" Hermione laughed, Ginny nodded and escorted Hermione to the sofa. On the couch, Mr. Weasley sat with George and Angelina, they both beamed up at Hermione as she took a seat.
"Hermione you look gorgeous! I can't wait to have kids of my own." Angelina gushed at the witch.
"Which will be a long while from now." George smiled, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend. Angelina playfully slapped George's arm.
"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked.
"He's outside, he's with Harry setting up tables and chairs outside for supper." Arthur said.
"Oh I see, do you think they need help?" Hermione asked.
"No way, we don't want you to put that gorgeous baby of yours in danger." Arthur smiled. Hermione smiled back and nodded.
"Draco, dear, could you help the boys with the table?" Molly shouted from the kitchen.
"Of course." Draco grinned, kissing his wife on the top of the head and jogging outside.
"Hello boys, need a hand?" Draco asked Harry and Ron, who were both stumbled over in a mass of furniture.
"A bit." Ron puffed. Draco laughed and assorted the appropriate pieces to the appropriate places and set them right side up. Ron squinted, suprised with Draco's speed. "Thank you." Ron smiled. A warm gust of wind blew in and the three boys headed back into the crowded house. The clan consisted of Ron, Harry, Hermione, Draco, George, Arthur, Molly, Angelina, and Teddy, who sat in a playpin pounding his fists on the bars and cooing. A large ham was roasting in the oven and Molly baked an assortment of bisquits, corn, mashed potatoes, Greens, puddings, and gravy. The whole group was gathered in the cozy home, but suddenly the scene grew silent as Harry stood up, clearing his voice.
"It's a pleasure to be with you all today, and I feel this is an appropriate setting." Harry grinned, clearly anxious. The room filled with chatter of confusion, and Harry stepped over to Ginny. In his clenched and sweaty left hand he held a red velvet box, no bigger than two inches across. He creaked it open and on one knee he presented his fiery haired princess with a ruby ring. She cupped her hands over her mouth and warm tears pooled in her eyes. "Ginevra Weasley, please be my bride." Harry spoke with pure serenity in his voice as his green eyes shimmered. "Yes." She gasped with perfection and flung her arms around Harry's neck, holding on for dear life. The room erupted in cheers and claps as Harry spun Ginny around in his arms. A tear ran down Hermione's cheek and she laughed as Draco wiped it away, pulling her into his embrace.
"Let's celebrate the beautiful couple!" Molly cheered with red eyes as she poured numerous rounds of butterbeer. They all enjoyed their drinks and conversed wedding plans, Ginny seated cozily in the comfort of her brother Ron's lap. Everyone was happy, and with a week until her due date, Hermione rubbed her swollen stomach and smiled at her loving family. Hours passed by and the sun began to set. Everyone sat outside by the glow of a fire and ate the amazing meal. Everyone could see the connection between Harry and Ginny that evening as their eyes never left eachother. The sun set for the evening entirely and the only light surrounding them was given off by the flickering fire. Suddenly, a cold gust blew in and put out the fire, leaving the environment pitch black. Everyone whispered and Hermione swallowed hard, anxiety building in her system. A rustling sounded followed by screaming and Hermione gripped her wand.
"Lumos!" She cried, only to see every person at the table being viciously attacked by masked men. Her first thought was that they were death eaters, but then she remembered Voldemort was gone. The masks were different as well, strangely amateur. "Draco!" She cried and across the yard she could see Draco, Ron, and Harry fighting off at least seven men. Everyone else at the table was either fighting or unconcious and the pain in the pit of Hermione's stomach grew worse by the second. She stumbled up and turned around, only to be caught off guard and restrained by the wrists. She tried to scream but couldn't muster up the ability, she was in too much shock. A sudden cool sensation erupted from her skirt and she could feel the undeniable feeling of water running down her thigh as the pain grew unbearable. The masked man chuckled low from under his disguise.
"It's time." He spoke in a raspy voice and Hermione lost conciousness, blackness surrounding her.
A/N: Hello! Sorry It took so long, my laptop broke and I recently fixed it! I'll probably upload another chapter tonight as well, so read and review my lovelies!