A/N: Hey everyone it's me CrazyBat the author of A Secret and I'm starting up a new story focusing on Ron and Hermione. Hope you guys like this one and don't think I'm to mean I promise you'll love it! Enjoy!
Prologue: Small and Pink
Hermione sat on the couch counting silently in her head. 10, 9, 8, ,7 ,6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… She jumped up as she mentally reached zero and ran to the bathroom in the small flat that she shared with Ginny. She paused for a moment in front of the door, hesitating. She knew that as she stepped through the door her life could be changed forever. Well it would change either way if her hunch was correct but she wanted to be sure, she wanted to know.
She took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside. She walked straight to the counter where the small white object lay. She picked it up with a shaking hand and flipped it over. She was right, the small, pink, plus said so…
Ten minutes later Hermione was still sitting on the bathroom floor, but her head was not it her hands any more. No it was now looking at the pregnancy test and had a smile on it. She realized that it was nothing bad. There was nothing bad about this at all. She was going to have Ron's child and she was happy. Yes, maybe it was a bit sooner than she had hoped but she didn't care everything seemed to be just perfect. Ron would be home any day now from his latest auror mission and she couldn't wait to tell him.
Hermione flitted around the kitchen putting the final touches on the dinner she had made for her and Ginny. She heard a pop and knew that Ginny had just apparated into the living room.
"Hey Gin! How was babysitting?" Ginny had been helping out by watching Bill and Fleur's daughter Victoire so they could have an evening off.
"Horrible! The kid doesn't stop moving!" she groaned plopping down in a chair. "I don't know why I even agreed to it!"
"Well what do you expect? She's a three year old," laughed Hermione leaning against the counter.
"For her to take a nap at some point!" cried Ginny exasperated.
Hermione laughed at this and didn't realized that she was smiling broadly for in a short time she would be experiencing such feelings as the baby kept her up all night.
"What did you get into the fire whiskey or something Hermione?" asked Ginny with a laugh.
"No why?" asked Hermione confused at why her friend would ask such a question.
"Cause your grinning like an idiot for no reason!"
"Who says it's for no reason," laughed Hermione as she began chopping the salad into a bowl.
"Alright then tell me why you're smiling."
Hermione paused for a moment thinking, she didn't know how soon Ron would be home it could be a couple days from now. She didn't think she could take being the only one to know for the next couple of days. She needed to tell someone! She bit her lip thinking for another minute, "Alright she said here's the deal. You guess it and I'll tell you if you're right."
"Clues," she said, "I want clues."
"Fine," replied Hermione leaning on the counter. She thought for a moment. "Alright it has something to do with Ron and me."
"Well you're already engaged so that can't be it. Did you two go off and get married without telling us?"
Hermione grinned evilly this was going to be fun, "Nope!"
"You can't have broken up or else you wouldn't be so happy," thought Ginny counting of that idea on her finger.
"Alright another hint: There will be a new Weasley."
"You've set a date for the wedding? I don't know Hermione this is getting…." She trailed off as realization came into her eyes. "You're pregnant aren't you?"
Hermione nodded grinning like an idiot as she and her friend embraced each other in a hug. "Does Ron know yet?"
"No I just found out today. I can't wait till he gets home though!"
Ginny squealed and the girls spent the rest of the night talking about the baby.
Hermione woke up early the next morning to an insistent pounding on the door. She pulled on her robe over her nightgown and headed groggily downstairs. She opened the door to find a ragged Harry standing outside. "Harry you know you could've just apparated in here. It's not like you're not a regular visitor," she groaned heading to the kitchen to make coffee knowing she would not be able to get back to sleep.
"Hermione stop," he said his voice was thick and rough as though he was holding back tears.
"What is it Harry?" she asked concerned now noticing his odd behavior.
"Hermione….R-Ron's dead. The death eaters got him," he choked out. Hermione's world fell apart around her right there and she flung herself into Harry's arms sobbing. The two friends embraced both crying.
"It's not supposed to happen like this Harry, it's not. When Voldemort died we were supposed to be fine but Harry….." she trailed off as she sobbed into his chest once more.
The rest of the day was spent at the burrow everyone crying at the loss of Ron. That night dinner was quiet except for the occasional stifled sob. Hermione looked around and decided now was the right time to tell everyone maybe it would lift everyone's spirits including her own.
"Everyone, I have something to say. Ron isn't completely gone." She smiled weakly and a tear streaked down her cheek. "I'm pregnant."