Hi guys so sorry for not updating sooner! It was the holidays and I went abroad and couldn't bring my laptop, and when I got back I had to go to a Humanist naming ceremony, and see my family and all. Anyway, I just started a new school year so now new chapters should be more regular. Ok end of auther's note. 'u' xx
During the operation Hermione was sedated and given fertility treatment, and given at least three doses of DNA. I headcannoned that Hemione is sore, Ron is just very over protective and slightly disapproving of her having someone else's children, but he understands. xx
"Thanks!" Hermione smiled and shut the door.
She sat on the side of the bed, wringing her hair out into a towel. While she was showering, Ron had called Harry and told him she was all done, and brought some comfy clothes for her, and a book she was reading. He knows me so well. Hermione smiled slightly, as she pulled on a pair of loose yoga pants.
Grabbing her book, she pulled the covers back on to the bed, and tucked the corners under the mattress neatly. Even after her operation, Hermione still just had to leave her room neat. It was what Harry had called "OCD", and she was unstoppable.
She stood up carefully, still feeling a little sore, and gingerly walked to the door. Ron was waiting outside for her; and they were going to apparate back to the burrow.
It had been hard for him to come to terms with the fact that she would soon be carrying another man's child, and he had half-heartedly tried to convince her to do otherwise, though he knew her mind was set.
The tawny-haired muggleborn felt her eyes start to water as she thought of all the things the youngest Weasley brother had done for her. She still couldn't understand how he could still care for her so much, even throughout watching her relentlessly mooning over the Malfoy heir.
Hermione covered up her feelings by pasting a smile onto her face, and when she pushed open the door she was immediately met by Ron's coaxing smile, Harry's hopeful grin, and Draco's subtle smirk- though by now, from the slight twitch of his lips and the angle of his tilted chin, she knew that he was unsettled.
She grabbed Ron's arm and held on tight, suddenly feeling uncomfortable around Harry and Draco. Being Hermione, she had to know about the whole procedure, and when she asked about the whole procedure, they told her about the whole procedure.
Ron drew her close to him, without stopping talking to Harry. "We've been here for about four hours." Harry smiled and yawned slightly. "Wow. Well, we should all get back home. It's been a long day." Ron nodded, and Hermione rubbed her eyes. He tightened his grip on her before waving a brief goodbye to Harry and Draco.
Hermione felt the familiar odd pulling sensation behind her belly button and blinked to the cosy lights of the Burrow's homey kitchen.
The freckled redhead that was the youngest Weasley was waiting waiting anxiously at the long wooden table, drumming her fingers on the polished surface. She had been waiting for what felt like hours - Ron had phoned Harry and Draco using the new muggle device Hermione got for him, and Harry instantly flooed Ginny, as Ron had forgotten to.
Hermione had had the operation and would be back shortly. Yeah right. That had been over an hour ago.
Ginny was often asked how she felt now that Harry and Draco were together, and at first, she had been devastated, but she realised that Harry had not been the man for her. (Yes, she was very sure that they were a man) And now she was dating Dean Thomas again and had been for about six months.
Suddenly there was an abrupt crack that cut into the silence of the room, and nearly made Ginny jump out of her skin. "Hemione!" She squealed, running towards her friend.
She enveloped Hermione in a gentle embrace, allowing her friend to lean on her. "Come on." She murmured softly. "Come upstairs."
Hermione blinked at her blurrily, and let the small redhead slowly pull her up the stairs.
A few minutes later, Ginny had helped Hermione change into pyjamas, which had small white rabbits jumping about the fabric.
"Sorry..." The small ginger girl said to her friend, her sharp voice breaking the silence that was drawn like a curtain around them.
"- They're far too small for you." Ginny was a little on the short side, and Hermione was tall, graceful, and long legged, in comparison to Ron Weasley's broad shouldered, stocky little sister.
They were both beautiful women, in their own ways, though Ginny was more well-muscled, from playing lots of Quidditch, and Hermione held herself in a different way - she had always had a good posture, and Ginny tended to slouch.
"It's fine. Thanks Gin." Hermione smiled tiredly at her friend, before letting out a faint yawn, and sat down on the bed. Ginny smiled softly at her, and patted her back gently.
"How was the operation?"
Hermione's smile faded.
"Can we not talk about this?" She said, standing up cautiously and the redhead sighed.
"Please Hermione. I know you have to vent." She narrowed her eyes, and nudged her friend back onto the bed.
Hows this? Be back as soon as I can- xxDuskflarexx
