Disclaimer – I own nothing of Harry Potter. Everything belongs to the ever so wonderful J. K. Rowling.

A/N – I hope all of you enjoy this story! Nuff said.

Nine Months
By Writer's Block247

Part One – The Beginning

Hermione Granger wasn't feeling herself this morning. Usually, she was happy and energetic, but not today. Today, she was feeling miserable and that she just wanted to die. Turning over on her side, she realized what time it was and put on her school robes in a great hurry and went down to breakfast. She still had forty minutes to eat and then it was off to her first class of the day.

"Hello Hermione," Ron Weasley and Harry Potter greeted her as she sat down and poured herself a glass of orange juice.

"What's the matter? You in a hurry to get somewhere?" Harry asked, not taking his eyes off his girlfriend's face.

"I've got forty bloody minutes to eat my bloody breakfast," Hermione told him, reaching across the table for a muffin.

"I hope Snape doesn't give us another pop quiz today," Ron said, taking a bite of his doughnut. Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder as she chewed her breakfast.

"Hermione? Are you feeling all right?" Harry inquired, feeling Hermione's forehead. "You're burning up. I'll tell Professor Hamlet that you won't be coming. You need rest, that's all. Take it easy," Harry told her.

"No, Harry. I'll be okay. Maybe it was that thing we did last night," Hermione said, her cheeks glowing pink.

"Ewww! I don't even want to think about that!" Ron announced, putting his hands over his ears.

Harry smiled and kissed Hermione's cheek. The bell rang and Hermione forced herself to get up from the table. She would see Harry and Ron for Potions after her Shakespeare class.

Getting up, Hermione suddenly got a head rush. Shaking it off, she continued to walk the crowded hallways, bumping into Ginny Weasley. Not taking any time to say a quick hello, Hermione continued walking to her Shakespeare class. Taking a deep breath and entering the class, she looked around. It looked like the Gryffindors were with the Ravenclaws – again, but Hermione didn't care. As the last bell rang, Hermione slipped into a seat towards the back and tried to get comfortable.

"Who can finish this quote 'To be or not to be, that is the question. . .' Anyone?" Hamlet asked, running a hand through his light blond hair.

To be or not to be, that is the question. Is it really that simple? Weather tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. That's it!

Hermione's hand shot up, nearly knocking Melissa Applebaum off her chair.

"Yes, Hermione," Hamlet called on her.

"The quote is 'To be or not to be, that is the question. Weather tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,'" Hermione answered confidently.

"Very good! Twenty points to Gryffindor! Now if all of you take out the play, Romeo and Juliet we can continue where we left off yesterday. . ." Hamlet's voice trailed off as Hermione and the rest of the class read the play out loud, but she couldn't stop thinking of her and Harry's wonderful night last night.

A few minutes later, the bell rang for classes to end. Gathering up her books and messenger bag, Hermione made her way out of the classroom. She saw Harry and Ron waiting for her near the classroom entrance.

"Heya Hermione! I missed you," Harry said, planting a kiss on Hermione's cheek.

"I missed you too, Harry," Hermione said, taking his hand in hers. As they walked down the hallway, they ran into Draco Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Mudblood and the Potty holding hands. Potter, when did you start having feelings for the Mud. . ." Draco started, but Harry quickly cut him off in mid sentence.

"Don't talk to Hermione that way, you Sluterin!" Harry shouted.

"Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words can never hurt me," Draco said in a teasing tone. Rolling her eyes, Hermione pushed passed by Draco, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hermione! Wait up!" Harry called down the hallway. Hermione didn't seem to hear him, because she just kept walking faster. Hermione made her way to Potions and took a seat towards the back of the class. Harry and Ron caught up a little while later and took seats on either side. Hermione immediately burst into tears and buried her face in Harry's robes. The class turned and stared at Harry and Hermione, but Harry didn't care.

"Shh, Hermione. It's okay, you'll see. How about we go see Madame Ponfrey today after lunch, just to see what's going on with you," Harry soothed her. Hermione nodded her head and wiped her eyes on the sleeves of her robes.

"Turn to page four hundred and ninety seven of Simple Potions for Simple People and start making your self cleaning kitchen potion. You have until the end of class. Begin!" Snape told the class. Students headed to the front of the class to get their ingredients for their potions. Turning to Hermione, Harry said,

"Do you want to work together?" Hermione nodded her head as Harry and Ron went to get the ingredients for the potion. Meanwhile, Hermione rested her head on her desk and fell asleep. She dreamt of Harry and how wonderful he had been the night before. Suddenly, something or someone was poking Hermione awake. Opening an eye, Harry stood before her with the potion ingredients.

"Are you ready to begin, Sleeping Beauty?" Harry asked in a teasing tone. Together, and with some help from Ron, the trio made their potion faster than you could say 'Merlin's beard'. The bell rang and Harry took up his beaker full of self-cleaning kitchen potion to Snape.

It was after lunch and Hermione, Harry, and Ron were in the hospital wing, waiting to see what was wrong with Hermione. Madame Ponfrey came from behind a curtained hospital bed in a far corner of the room. Pulling Harry aside, she softly spoke to him.

"Well, Potter, Granger is definitely pregnant. She's about three months in, so she'll start having morning sickness and starting to feel dizzy. Beware the mood swings. One minute she'll be as happy as a clown, the next she'll be like a guard dog, so watch yourself,"

"What do you want me to do when she goes into labour?" Harry asked, looking towards the curtained hospital bed.

"All you have to do is make sure she gets down here when she says 'I think it's time'. Once you get here, I'll change her into a dressing gown and stay with her," Ponfrey answered.

"What about her classes?" Harry asked, feeling his stomach drop.

"I'll write a note to all of her professors saying that she had a baby and that she'll need some time to be with it,"

"Hey honey," Hermione said weakly. She was standing in a corner of the room, arms folded across her robes.

"Hi Hermione," Harry answered her, walking over and putting an arm around her shoulders. Harry and Hermione thanked Madame Ponfrey and made their way out of the hospital wing.

"So, how did it go?" Ron asked, walking beside his friends.

"Fine," Hermione whispered shortly.

"It went okay," Harry said, a little louder. The three friends walked in silence for a while, but every so often, Ron would shoot glances at Hermione and Harry, but wouldn't say anything.