A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome back to another fic :) This was taken inspiration from my best friend who recently went through this with her own pregnancy. Never underestimate the amount of people that love you.

This one is for Round 1 of The Houses Competition, where I'm in Ravenclaw House and writing for Potions. This competition, we have to write a drabble (500-1000 words) as well as a standard (1000-3000 words). This fic is the Drabble of the two. Prompts are listed below.

Thank you kindly to BeaWrites, HadrianPeverellBlack, and AJ for the beta!

Word Count: 936

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Summary: Hermione could never say she wasn't popular, or wasn't loved. Not when she has to suffer through no less than four baby showers for her first child. NoSecondWar!AU

Prompts:

The Houses Competition Y10 R1

[Event] Baby shower

"Showered with Love"

There were so many people that loved her and her budding family, and Hermione couldn't help but cherish all of the time dedicated to her and her husband.

But it was all bloody exhausting! Being seven months pregnant also didn't help her mood. Besides the baby's impressive bladder kicks at inopportune moments and her joints aching every time she moved, Hermione was just ready to pop out this baby and be done with it. Thankfully magical potions were able to prevent the more worrying conditions that Muggles suffer from, like gestational diabetes and pre-eclampsia, but she still had to deal with things like her feet swelling, the inability to pick things up from the floor–"guess it's lost to the void now!" became her favorite phrase in those moments–and the inevitable baby showers thrown by well-meaning loved ones.

And boy howdy, by the fourth one, Hermione was getting pretty sick of all of the fawning and present giving and the noise of everyone getting together.

Her parents had thrown her one last month, with the majority of her Muggle family and several of their dental and medical colleagues who had known the Granger family for forever. For the majority of these people, it was also the first time they were meeting Hermione's husband, Theodore Nott. Theo had taken everything in stride, and graciously accepted all of the bear themed onesies and toys that were sent their way. Their theme for the nursery was Winnie the Pooh, and everyone on her Muggle side went overboard on the bear-in-a-red-shirt gifts.

The second baby shower from three weeks ago had been all of Hermione's Gryffindor friends, graciously hosted by Molly Weasley at the Burrow. Already Hermione had liked this one much better than the one her family had thrown, only for the fact that here she didn't have to hide taking anti-nausea Potions every forty-five minutes. It was hard for her to keep anything down at this stage of her pregnancy without them. She had even resorted to sucking on ice cubes when the healer said she was too dehydrated from throwing up all the time and the taste of water repulsed her.

Harry and Ron had been dears during this second baby shower, tag teaming with her husband at keeping her cup filled with ice chips and a comfortable rocking chair at hand for when she needed to sit down.

Hermione was just so tired all the time, and actually fell asleep in the rocking chair as the party games came to a close. When she was roused several hours later, everyone else had left, leaving only the Weasleys, their spouses, and her husband behind. One of the gifted blankets had been tucked around her, and while Hermione didn't wake up refreshed, she was definitely less tired than before.

Loading everything up to go home had been a breeze, thanks to magic, and Hermione had passed out again as soon as they had settled in at home, only to be woken by the baby kicking a kidney.

Her third baby shower, held only last week, had been thrown by Theo's godmother, Narcissa Malfoy, which included all of his family and friends, including the ever illustrious Daphne Greengrass, who had introduced Hermione and Theo in their Fourth Year of Hogwarts. He had joined their study group in the Library at Daphne's invitation, and the rest was history.

This theme was as much Slytherin colored as the one at the Burrow had been Gryffindor, and Hermione couldn't help but catalog every item they unwrapped in her notebook. Each baby shower gift list was color coded with who brought what. With all of the variations of sizes and colors, they had almost a hundred different onesies, fifty-three pairs of socks and mittens, twenty individual boxes of cloth nappies–thankfully of all different sizes, since her mother had warned her that babies go through upward of twenty-five hundred to three thousand nappies a year–and several different stuffed animals. Her heart full, Hermione knew that their child would want for nothing. Especially not after three very successful baby showers.

This fourth baby shower, however, had been a complete surprise to her. It was a Friday and her last day at work as Professor McGonagall's assistant before going on bedrest. She was surprised by an impromptu baby shower held in the Great Hall, and it felt like nearly the whole school had shown up to support her and Theo.

To be honest, Hermione was just exhausted. She sat in her chair at the Head Table and smiled placidly as people came up to her to present their gifts. She just let things happen around her, the other Professors handling the flow of one game to the next. The House Elves had put together an enormous nappy cake, one that towered over everyone, that stood at the center of the enormous round table in a place of honor among the rest of the guest gifts.

A fresh anti-nausea potion and a cup of ice chips suddenly appeared in front of her on the table, much to her relief. Someone shouted out in the crowd about the next party game starting, something about guessing how big her belly was.

Hermione shuddered inwardly.

"Hopefully Grandmother's baby shower tomorrow with her bridge club members won't be as bad," she murmured into her cup as Professor Sprout held up a strand of garland to the crowd that she had measured Hermione's belly with earlier.

Hermione could only hope that there wouldn't be any more surprise baby showers. There was only so much she could handle before she started hexing people.