The Baby Project

Unexpected News

The wedding was getting closer and closer, and Ginny and Hermione were both very frantic about everything. Ginny's wedding was in 25 days, and Hermione's in 31. To the two of them, there seemed to be never-ending homework, essays, and finishing touches to make. 

For as much as Hermione hadn't cared about her wedding, in the beginning, she wanted everything to be amazing now; her mother would have wanted it to be perfect for her, so that is what she was trying to. 

On the other hand, the boys were trying to cope with the fact that their fiancés were always stressed out. The other evening Draco had found Hermione on the floor of the bathroom crying. He had found in various places after her parents died, crying, but each time he could calm her down. This time was worse. She had been crying for a completely different reason, and she wouldn't tell Draco anything.

He had been trying to find out what was wrong for days, but she had been in better spirits, so he figured he could let it go, what he didn't know what the roller-coaster of emotions was beginning. 

"Hermione, are you ready to go?" Draco called out from the door; she was supposed to get the final fitting of her dress with Ginny and his mother, but she had been getting ready for a really long time, and it concerned him. 

She appeared out of the bedroom in a soft white dress and smiled slightly. Tears were lining her face.

"What is wrong?" He asked, taking her into his arms. 

"Nothing fits." She whimpered

"You look great. Mother would highly approve of that dress, and she will tell you so." He smiled at her taking her hand.

"I feel like a giant balloon Draco."

Draco looked down at Hermione. To him, she looked no different, perhaps a little sadder, but that was to be expected. 

"I think you look, wonderful sweetheart." He kissed her head, and when Ginny finally came out of her apartment, he kissed her once more and went back to theirs'. 

"Gin." Hermione didn't know where to begin. She had to tell someone, though.

"What is it 'Mione?" They were walking quickly, worried they would be late, and Hermione was getting tired quickly. She stopped and turned suddenly and started throwing up all over the side of the road. "Mione!" Ginny ran over to her friend and helped her up, conjuring some water for her to rinse her mouth.

"Thanks, Gin."

"Mione?" Ginny stood up, suddenly wide-eyed.

"Please don't tell Draco; he doesn't know." That was all she could say.

"Of course, I won't tell anyone. When did you find out, though?"

"A couple of days ago. I figured it shouldn't be due till late June, I think. Gin. We only did it once."

"Well, June means you will be okay with exams, right?" Ginny knew that was the reason she was so upset. 

"Yes."

"You have to tell him, Hermione. He will be there."

"Ginny,  I don't know how to tell him. What if he freaks out. I know we all know we have to be pregnant, but we are going to have a baby before the deadline for being pregnant is."

"That means you'll have those people off your back quicker. Just think of it that way."

"What if he changes his mind. His children aren't going to be pureblood Ginny. What if he disappears?"

"I think he is over that Hermione; he cares for you. Why can't you see that?"

"I do, Gin. I'm just scared of all the uncertainties."