Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Spells, Charms, and... Babies? Oh My! ❯ Peeing on a Stick... Huh? ( Chapter 4 )

Spells, Charms, and Babies? Oh My!

 

Chapter 4

 

Hermione blinked up at him with a case of mild amnesia. She was not sure what Ron had just asked her. She only knew that the question was some form of unpleasant.

 

“What did you say?” Hermione murmured.

 

Ron arched a red brow, “I asked how we are going to tell Mum? Are you alright Hermione?”

 

Hermione gulped and nodded, “Yes, I'd just forgotten for a moment that we actually had parents we needed to tell.”

 

Ron laughed and tickled her stomach light, “Well of course, my lovely bushy haired witch. I'm not truly afraid of my Dad or your parents. It is only Mum that I'm worried about.”

 

Harry snorted, “My lovely bushy haired witch??? Ron, you didn't seriously just try to butter Hermione up with that. You might as well have said, `Ah, let me kiss you, my green skinned monster-toad of delight'.”

 

Ron glared at his soon to, murdered, best friend. Hermione just rolled her eyes at both of the boys' stupidity. Harry gave another deceiving grin and just turned over again to `take a nap'. Hermione sighed and looked up at Ron, who was still mildly tracing patterns on the strip of skin revealed to him. She smiled and decided to change the subject. Honestly, she didn't know how she put up with these two.

 

“Ron, before we go telling anyone,” Hermione murmured, “I still need to make sure that I am pregnant. I know that it is stupid that I didn't make sure before I told you… I don't know. Shouldn't I have a `moment of stupidity' allowance?”

 

Ron shrugged, “I'm not really sure. You do seem to have a lot of those moments.”

 

Hermione hit him, “Like when?”

 

“The troll first year,” Harry offered.

 

“The poly-juice potion second year,” Ron quipped, “And let's not forget…”

 

Hermione glared, “I get the point. You can stop just about now.”

 

Harry and Ron both chuckled. Hermione, not one to be the butt of a joke, climbed off of Ron's bed. Ron sat up and watched as she started for the door. She reached it and turned around when she realized no one followed her. She gave a pointed glare to Ron and he grinned before sliding of the bed.

 

“Are you coming along, Harry?” Ron queried after his `sleeping' friend.

 

Harry stood to join them, “I guess. I am, after all, going to be the godfather of the little squirt.”

 

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Honestly, you two are sometimes insufferable.”

Ron wrapped his arms around her waist, “Aw, you know you love me.”

 

“About as much as I love Snape in drag, right Hermione?” Harry offered.

 

The trio chortled at that comment. The then set on their journey toward… wherever Hermione was leading them. The two males in the group remained silent as they followed her lead. As immature as they sometimes acted, they knew that Hermione was the one with the most stress at the moment. It wouldn't be fair to add to that stress by suggesting things. The two were pretty sure that Hermione had control of the situation.

 

When Hermione led them outside and toward the greenhouse, Ron decided to ask what they were doing. Hermione, still keeping the hurried pace, informed them of the test was 100% accurate. It involved a womberry bush and well… She didn't offer anymore information after that. For some reason though, a blush refused to vacate the premises of her face. After that, the trio once again became silent as they stole into the greenhouse.

 

Harry kept look out while Ron and Hermione searched for the bush together. They finally found the confounding plant at the farthest wall of the building. Carefully, Hermione snipped one branch from the unsuspecting plant. She noticed wryly that this plant seemed to have been snipped a lot within recent days. Ignoring her thoughts, she and Ron went on the returning journey to Harry. All three were anxious to get the wait over with.

 

“Alright,” Hermione murmured as they returned to the castle, “I…I need to find the lavatory.”

 

Ron and Harry nodded and led her to the nearest one. Then they asked if she needed their help or if she just wanted them in there for moral support. Hermione shook her head vehemently.

 

“I'll… I'll be fine,” she quipped with a too-cheery voice, “It'll only be a few minutes.”

 

She quickly disappeared into the bathroom and left Ron and Harry to ponder her actions alone. The flanked the doors the restrooms and warded any unsuspecting girl off. Apparently, Moaning Myrtle had gone completely crazy and had blown the top off all the toilets. At least that was the story told by Harry and Ron.

 

“So, what are you really thinking?” Ron asked Harry. “I know you've been launching sarcastic comments towards me but what do you really feel about the situation.”

 

Harry shrugged, “I was surprised that you two had… Still the main feeling I had was it's about damn time. I'm glad for you even if it isn't what you two had planned. You two are the closest family I have.”

 

Ron nodded thoughtfully, “Thank you, Harry. It means a lot that you are here for us.”

 

Harry nodded, “I just wish you would have told me about you two before this. That way I could have known what to expect when Hermione freaked out on me today.”

 

Ron shrugged, “I didn't tell you because Hermione and I were nervous as it is. We didn't want to pressure you into thinking you had to pick sides if we were to have a silly spat.”

 

Harry arched a brow, “You are joking right? I've been pressured to pick sides ever since first year between you two.”

 

***

 

Hermione took a deep breath as uncomfortably stood over the toilet. She muttered darkly at the absurdity of this test. Honestly, of all the magical advantages the wizarding community had over muggles, they still couldn't manage to figure out a test that wouldn't require you to pee on some sort of stick. The only positive of this test was that it was fool proof and that it was quick. Still, it was embarrassing to have to pee on a stick at all.

 

As she did the deed she was silently hoping that she was. Oh, of course she knew that it would be difficult and cause some harsh gossip. Still, if she was, she would be holding the most precious gift that Ron could give to her or vice versa. Besides, it wasn't as if they were just gallivanting around and not in love. She finished and lifted the branch in order to inspect it. She took a deep breath as the answers were revealed to her. Silently, she lit the branch on fire and flushed the remnants away. Squaring her shoulders, she marched out the door of the lavatory.

 

***

 

“Hermione,” Ron murmured, “are you alright? You look like you are going to faint.”

 

Hermione hugged him and murmured in his ear the truth of what the womberry branch had told her. Ron hugged her tighter while Harry watched. Noticing his friend's worried gaze, he nodded his head in answer to the silent question. It was true; the couple was going to have a baby. Harry grinned at the obvious happiness of the two. Sure it would be tough, but they had each other. Plus Harry would always come through for them if they needed him.

 

“I… I need to sit down,” Hermione murmured, “Ron let's go back to the dormitory.”

Ron nodded and took her hand as they walked. Harry took up his stride on the other side of Ron. The trio walked with a new sense of purpose. Now the only trouble was how to inform Ron and Hermione's parents of the new developments. Harry sighed, he had a feeling he was about to be enlisted to `help' inform both parties.

 

 

(A/N: So there we are, it's true Hermione is pregnant! Yay… I think. Oh well, they are in for a rude awakening in the near future… Hmm, I wonder what it is. I realize that our favorite trio is a little OOC but, come one, would Hermione really get pregnant before she finished school? Oh well, thanks to my reviewers: shanelover89, Ron Lover6789, connieewing, Ginny PoshSpice, sarah-keyko, fliengdolphine. I am so glad that you enjoy the story. Until next time, please keep reading and reviewing…

May your lives blessed.)

 

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