Hermione and Ron were just married one month ago and it was a month before that that the Trio graduated Hogwarts. Voldemort is finally gone and life couldn't be better. This is basically about Ron/Hermione's life together. I do not know how long this is going to be yet. I might write a sequel to this when I get to a certain point in the story. This is my first fanfic so please be kind. R&R, constructive criticism is welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, unfortunately. All I own is the plot and the people you do not recognize.

Chapter 1

Hermione and Ron Weasley were married exactly one month ago today. Both of them had the best jobs they could ask for (Ron was the Keeper for the Chudley Cannons and Hermione was a Healer at St. Mungos) and a wonderful apartmentjust outside of Diagon Alley. The war was over and Harry defeated Voldemort during their seventh year. Life couldn't get any better.

Hermione woke with her stomach churning on the day of her and Ron's one month anniversary. Hermione shot out of bed and raced down the hall to the bathroom. She made it just in time to throw up in the toilet. Feeling better Hermione walked into the kitchen to start some coffee for her and Ron. Hermione looked at the clock on the microwave. It was only 5:00 a.m. Deciding it was still too early to start breakfast Hermione walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

Hermione stepped into the shower and let the warm water run down her body. I wonder why I feel sick to my stomach. I never get sick. Hermione thought to herself. Hermione heard the bathroom door open and Ron call out to her groggily, "Why did you get up so early, Mione? S'only five."

Hermione stuck her head out the shower curtain. "I felt a little sick to my stomach so I went to take a shower. It seems to be helping."

Ron was immediately awake. "Wait a sec. You're sick? Are you all right? Well you can't go to work today if you're sick." Concern was evident in Ron's voice.

"Don't be silly, Ronald. I told you I felt a little sick but I am obviously fine now." No sooner than Hermione got the words out of her mouth she was hopping out of the shower to run to the toilet as another wave of nausea came over her. Ron grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her as Hermione was hunched over the toilet.

"Hermione, sweetie, you can't go to work if you're going to be puking all day." Ron calmly told Hermione as held her hair back and gently patted her back.

Hermione sank dejectedly onto the bathmat by the toilet and sighed. "I guess you're right I can't go to work looking like this." Hermione loved her job and was disappointed that she couldn't go to work but she was exhausted from having just been throwing up. So she let Ron help her to feet and let him lead her to their bedroom. As Ron helped Hermione get into her pajamas and get in bed a thought occurred to her, Wait a second…I can't be! Can I? I need to talk to Ginny. Hermione stayed in bed and tried to rest while Ron was getting ready for work. Half an hour later Ron left for work with a loud POP.

Hermione climbed out of bed slowly, feeling a lot better, and made her way down the hall to the small fire place in the living room. She picked up some Floo Powder from the pot, through it in the fire place, and stuck her head in.

"The Burrow!" (A/N Ginny still lives at the Burrow because she is in her seventh year at Hogwarts. Its just the summer (August) that's why she is at the Burrow.) Hermione shouted closing her eyes tightly as she felt the familiar dizzy feeling come over her. When the spinning stopped Hermione opened her eyes to find herself in the Weasley's living room.

"Ginny?" Hermione called to the empty room. "Gin? Gin, are you there?" Hermione heard someone coming down the stairs and a second later Ginny appeared.

"Hermione!" Ginny squealed. "What are you doing here? Its been so long since I've talked to you, a whole two weeks."

Hermione laughed, "I needed a second opinion on something so I thought I'd ask you."

"Okay. Wait a sec, why aren't you at work? Is something the matter? Are you sick? Cuz if you're sick you shouldn't be here. You should be in…"

"Whoa, Gin, slow down. Everything is fine. I was sick this morning but I'm fine now. I don't even think you could have called me sick. But do you think you could come over to mine and Ron's apartment today? That way I can get your opinion and we could even have lunch and go shopping,"

"Sure I can come over, Hermione. I'll be over in about an hour. Just give me a little while to get ready."

"Okay. See you then." Hermione pulled her head out of the fireplace and walked into her bedroom. Hermione pulled off her pajamas and picked out an outfit, a jean skirt and pink tank top. She put her outfit on the bed and went to put on her bra. When she tried to clasp the back she found it too tight.

That's funny. This. Just. Fit. Yesterday, Hermione thought between breaths as she struggled to clasp the back. After a few more minutes of struggling, Hermione put a simple Enlargement Charm on her bra. Finally getting it clasped, she put the rest of her clothes on and went into the kitchen.

It was seven-thirty and Hermione decided to make some breakfast while she waited for Ginny. She put her eggs and bacon on the table and poured herself some of the coffee Ron made before he left for work.

After she ate Hermione cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes with a wave of her wand. She was just putting the last plate up when she heard a POP. She glanced at the clock it was 8:30.

Typical Ginny, right on time. Hermione thought to herself with a smile as she walked into the living room. Sure enough Ginny was sitting on the couch in light green tank top and a pair of jean capris.

"Hey Gin," Hermione smiled as she sat down on the couch next to Ginny.

"Hey! So what's this big thing you want my opinion on?" Ginny asked Hermione eagerly.

"Oh, let's talk about that later. It's only 8:30 let's do some shopping and then lunch and then I'll ask you," Hermione said knowing that Ginny would not be able to wait until after lunch to find out the news.

"Hermione," Ginny whined, "Please tell, me I can't wait till after lunch."

Hermione laughed, "Calm down, Gin. I was just kidding, but I would like to go shopping and to lunch."

"Yes, I would too but what do you want my opinion on."

"I think I'm pregnant,"

"WHAT?! Oh my gosh, I'm gonna be an aunt. When is it do? Does Ron know? Oh, I'm so excited!"

"Whoa, Ginny. I don't know if I'm pregnant or not I need to have a pregnancy test. That is why I wanted you to come over."

"Okay," Ginny said as she calmed down, "well, what are your symptoms?"

"Well, I was puking all morning. That's why I'm home. Ron didn't want me to go to work. I have been going to the bathroom more than usual. My bra didn't fit this morning so my breasts are getting bigger. And come to think of it I did miss my last two periods I just didn't think anything of it till this morning. I just thought it was stress from work or something like that."

"Well it sure sounds like your pregnant to me. Oh, I'm so excited. I'm gonna be an aunt."

"Ginny, we don't know if I'm pregnant or not," Hermione exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Well then let's go to St. Mungos and get you a pregnancy test," Ginny said while dragging Hermione to the fire place.

Ginny reached in the pot, pulled out some Floo Powder, and threw it in the fireplace, shouting, "St. Mungos!" as she stepped into the emerald green flames.

Hermione stared at the spot where Ginny was just seconds before. Then, she too grabbed some Floo Powder out of the pot, threw it in the fireplace and stepped in the fireplace also shouting, "St. Mungos!"

For the second time that morning Hermione felt a dizzy sensation come over her as she traveled past the many fireplace grates. Hermione stepped out of the fireplace into the ground floor of St. Mungos.

"It took you long enough," Ginny said while tapping her feet on the tile floor and arms folded across her chest.

Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm and practically dragged her over to the Welcome Witch's desk.

"We need a pregnancy test," Ginny demanded. The young Welcome Witch looked up startled from the Witch Weekly magazine she was reading while lazily twirling a strand of curly blond hair around her finger.

"Hermione," she exclaimed sounding surprised, "What are you doing here? Your husband owled earlier saying you wouldn't be coming in today. Said you were…"

"Did you not just here me? I said we need a pregnancy test," Ginny said angrily.

Hermione turned to Ginny saying, "It's alright Gin. It's not an emergency."

"I know," Ginny sighed, "I'm just excited." Ginny turned back to the Welcome Witch and mumbled an apology to her.

"Hey, Carrie," Hermione said now turning her attention back to the witch sitting behind the counter. "Like Ginny said we just need a pregnancy test."

"Alright, third floor, third corridor. Healer Jones will see you," Carrie told the girls. "Oh and congrats if you're pregnant."

"Thanks, Carrie. I'll hopefully see you at work tomorrow," Hermione waved as Ginny dragged her down a narrow corridor to a flight of stairs. Hermione and Ginny climbed the stairs all the way up to the third floor. When they reached the third floor Hermione led Ginny down to the third corridor and up to a desk with an elderly witch sitting behind it.

"Hello, Eloise," Hermione smiled at the witch, "Carrie told me to see Healer Jones for some testing."

"One minute," Eloise told the pair.

After a few minutes of waiting Eloise looked up from the papers she was looking at and said, "Healer Jones will see you now. Go down the hall and it's the last door on the left."

"Thank you, Eloise," Hermione told the witch kindly.

"Bit grim that one," Ginny said once they were out of earshot.

"Yes she's been this way ever since she got turned down for the job of Head Healer for this ward. You see, her family has been Head Healer of this ward for generations and she's kind of bitter that she didn't get to carry on that tradition. Here's the door."

Hermione knocked on the and after a few seconds a tall young man with brown hair opened the door.

"You must be Ms. Weasley. I'm Healer Jones. Come in, come in," Healer Jones said stepping aside to let Hermione in.

"Oh, I'm sorry but I'm afraid you're going to have to wait out here," Healer Jones said to Ginny pointing to a chair just outside the door.

"Alright. Good luck, Hermione," Ginny said while sitting down and picking up the Daily Prophet off the nearby table.

Hermione stepped inside followed by Healer Jones.

"So, Ms. Weasley…"

"Please, call me Hermione."

"Alright Hermione. Eloise tells me you believe you're pregnant."

"That's correct."

"Okay we'll do a simple pregnancy test on you, but first I'm going to ask you some questions."

"Okay."

"What is your full name? Age? Birth date? Height and weight?"

"My full name is Hermione Jane Granger Weasley. I'm eighteen. My birth date is September 19, 1979. I'm 5'2" and weigh 115 pounds."

"Very good," Healer Jones said while writing down everything Hermione said on a form.

"Now have you had any illnesses in the past six months? You haven't been sick lately?"

"No."

"Excellent. Has any one in either your husband's or your family had any serious medical problems? Cancer? Heart diseases?"

"Not that I know of."

After about another twenty minutes of questions Healer Jones said, "Well, it seems you and your husband are perfectly healthy. Now for the pregnancy test."

Healer Jones waved his wand conjuring up a long, padded table.

"Hermione please lay down up here."

Hermione laid down on the table and waited for Healer Jones instructions.

"This test will tell you three things. One, if you're pregnant. Two, how far along you are. And three, the due date. The test is simple and painless. I will point the tip of my wand on your lower abdomen and it will glow blue if you're pregnant and red if you're not. Then if you are pregnant after about two minutes a slip of paper will appear in my hands telling me the due date and how far along you are. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Okay, need you to lift up your shirt so your stomach is showing and pull down your pants a bit so I can get to your lower abdomen."

Hermione lifted her shirt up and unbuttoned her pants. Healer Jones placed the tip of his wand on Hermione's stomach and mumbled something Hermione could not quite understand. Hermione felt a warm sensation travel all through her body. Healer Jones' wand suddenly glowed a blinding white and Hermione closed her eyes tightly.

Fifteen minutes later Hermione walked out of the room and saw Ginny sitting in the chair now reading Witch Weekly. Ginny quickly looked up and saw Hermione walking out of the room with an upset look on her face.

A/N This is my first fanfic so please be kind and review, constructive criticism is welcome. I don't know how soon I'll be able to update but Friday is my goal. R&R

If you have any questions please leave them in your review and I will answer them.