A/N: Time to do the disclaimer again. I don't own any series that is used as my story's muse. Wish I did, but I don't.

Chapter Thirty-One:

Harry wakes when Hermione groans. Alarmed that she might be having problems, he jumps up ready to do whatever it is to help her. He turns on the lamp and sees her holding her leg.

Hermione peeks out at him. "Go back to sleep, just a charley horse. I'll be alright in a moment." She straightens her leg and breathes deep a few times before she sighs and snuggles back into his arms. Harry gladly welcomes her and they both fall back into the world of dreams.

In the morning, Harry wakes to their alarm. It's Sunday, their day off and Harry wants to take Hermione down to the lake. He asks if she is up to it, being carried all that way, with the scrutiny and all.

"I'd love to Harry, but I have that report to do for Riddle's class. He is as good a teacher as I thought he would be. I'm a little sad that Dad isn't teaching it, but Tom is good." Harry knew how she felt, because he felt the same way. Remus continued to fill in where he could as a permanent substitute. Minerva just could not let go of him, so he retained his quarters at the castle.

"Nix the lake, how about you and I go to the library to work on the reports. I have to do mine also." He relaxes when she beams at him. She gathers their things, magically and he scoops her into his arms for the four flight climb to the library. He would never say it to her, but carrying Hermione up that many stairs was a workout.

When they get to the Library, Hermione opens the door magically and Harry carries her to their usual study table in the back of the large room. Hermione conjures up a tall poof for her feet under the table and accios the books that they will need to work on their essays.

Harry arranges their work area and they focus on their homework. With the essays done, Hermione sends the books to the circulation cart and picks up their supplies. She smiles at her husband and takes a breath as a weird sensation happens in her abdomen. She quietly laughs and grabs for Harry's hands, which she places on her belly. When the next one goes through, he looks up at her in wonder.

"That was them?"

"Yeah, I think they are kicking. It kinda feels like a fluttering from the inside." She tells him, matching his smile. Harry leans down and kisses her belly. "Hey in there, no wild parties. Mum is supposed to be getting her rest." He smirks as he straightens up and sees her grinning at him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry sees Ron enter the room. It is out of the norm for the red head to come to the library at all, so he must be searching them out.

Ron and Lav had spent their wedding night at the Leaky and fought the whole night, when they were not sleeping together. It was not the night Lavender was envisioning.

Harry groans quietly when the red head sees them and starts over. Hermione looks up and places her hand on her head. "Here we go. It's been a good run, Harry." She mutters, before leaning back in her chair. She is aware that they will not get out of there for a while now.

"Harry, Hermione, where have you been? We have had classes for a whole two weeks now and you have not been to an one." He cries. Mostly, he wants to copy off them as the work is becoming all that much harder. Sixth year is the beginning of the end.

"We have been attending each and every one of our classes, Ron. Haven't missed a single one. In fact, we just finished our essays for DADA and were about to go back to our rooms."

Riddle had not set an essay in DADA yet. Ron was sure of it as Parv and Lav would have been on his case about it. "What essay? He hasn't set one yet this year."

"He has for the seventh years. We did our sixth year over the summer and pared down our class list so to make it easier on me. I am sorry, but we can't help you with work, because we have no idea what your class are doing." Harry patiently explains to him. Hermione just looks at her rings. She gave up trying a while ago.

Harry stands and places his rucksack on his back while scooping up his wife. "Please excuse us, but we need to get back to our rooms. Hermione is due for another nap soon." He swiftly walks out of the library and down the stairs to their quarters.

"He has a rather large mouth, it will slip and you will have to contend with Ginerva soon." Hermione tells her husband as he carries her into their bedroom.

"I know, but it stopped him in the process of asking to have help. The only ones that know our schedule are the ones with the same one. You know as well as I do that the other seventh years are not going to tarnish themselves with a fifth year potioner that is about to marry a Goyle. Now, lets see if our children are moving some more." He smiles at her and lays next to her with his hand on her mounded stomach.

The next day, starts with a poster going up in the halls announcing the first of the movie nights. Madam Pomphrey told Hermione that yes, she could attend, as long as she sat down the whole time and had her feet up. The girl, knowing the drill by now agrees and can't wait for the movies that Saturday night. It promised to be a good night for her as she knew from Daphne that the double wedding was that evening.

"Sadly, Jake and I have to attend that travesty but I hope to be back for the second one. I know that Vince and Tori are going to Bath for the rest of the weekend. According to Greg, he wanted to surprise Ginny and they are going to be gone for a week. That should take the edge off of you two for a bit. I have to wear a black bridesmaid's gown. Molly hit the roof, but the brides stuck to their guns about it. Luckily, both have some decent taste, so it isn't hideous." Daphne tells her. She is about two weeks ahead of Hermione and both are just barely making it through their sickness days, thanks to Uncle Sev's potion, which is now filling up all the medicine cabinets of the known pregnant girls.

In class, Uncle Sev watches over each one to make sure that they are handling it alright. So far, so good, for Hermione. She sits back and lets Harry do the over the cauldron stuff, while she chops and measures and tells him what to do.

After class, he walks up to his niece and nephew. "I have gotten my affairs in order. I just got my match paperwork via owl this morning. I have to send it back as soon as possible. I will let you know, when I know who your new aunt is. I just hope for all our sakes, it is someone sensible." Hermione, now used to her uncle's dry humor, laughs gaily. He cracks a smile and nods before walking away.

The week goes by quickly between classes, studying sessions in their quarters, avoiding Ginny, helping Pansy calm down. She is a nervous wreck, fretting over every small detail. Finally, Daphne, Katie and Hermione put their foot down. Hermione makes the girl sit and listen to them.

She is worrying about her mother's reactions to her planned wedding. "Pans, when you start to fret, ask yourself "Is this the way I want it?" If it is, then what your mother says about it is just sour grapes. Your father is pulling out all the stops for this wedding, to make sure that it is how you want it to be. With each new item, I know I have heard Leo ask you if you wanted it that way. Trust your own taste. It is not your mother's wedding, it's yours and you and Leo are the ones that will look back on it." Hermione lectures the dark haired beauty.

Pansy hangs her head. "Thank you, Hermione. I needed to hear that from someone." She hugs the woman and pats her belly in hello to the kiddos. Daphne has taped it on a recorder and tells Pansy that she will wear out the tape playing it back for her. Pansy smiles at her friends.

The weekend has come and the Potters are thankful. The schoolwork is not that hard, but they are both getting annoyed at Ginerva popping up whenever she wants. The only place she has not found them is their quarters, only because no one, but their parents, Uncle Sev and the Headmistress have the password. The portrait knows that it is not supposed to open to just anyone bearing the password, it is to ask them if it is alright also. This was a fail safe that Hermione thought of and so far, it is working for them.