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Chapter One: Two Cravings

The house was silent at 2:34 in the morning, as Ron Weasley lay in bed, his eyes shut tight as he tried to drift back to sleep. Ever since about three months ago, he had always awoken in the middle of the night. He knew it had something to do with his wife, who lay sleeping on the other side of him, but it didn't bother him. He didn't go to work until mid-morning, so he always had time to rest up anyway.

He began thinking about his lovely wife, Hermione Jane Granger-Weasley. They had married nearly a year and a half ago; a very small, quaint ceremony at the Burrow. He had surprised her with a honeymoon getaway to Australia and he smiled as he tried to recall memories from that vacation. He couldn't remember anything but their luxury suite hotel room, because they hadn't left that room nearly the entire week. He knew that if they hadn't been careful, they would have ended up with their first child nine months after their trip.

He readjusted himself in the bed. As he did so, he heard a clattering sound coming from outside the bedroom, and his eyes shot open. He sat up and looked beside him, just to see crumpled up bed sheets. Hermione was gone. Without thinking, his heart began racing, and he got up out of their bed, creeping silently out of the room and into the hall. He turned and walked without making a sound, looking through the doorway into the kitchen. What he saw made him snort with laughter.

Hermione was sitting against the cabinets, stuffing a chocolate frog into her mouth and washing it down with pickle juice. She heard his laughter and swallowed, looking up at him, batting her widened eyes innocently.

"Morning." She said, her mouth still somewhat full of her snack. "How'd you sleep?"

"Hermione, I... is that a pickle jar?" He asked, still laughing. Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes, using her hands to steady herself as she stood up. When she gained her balance, she placed a hand on her swollen belly and tried not to smile.

"Yes, as a matter of fact it is. And those are chocolate frog wrappers, in case you were wondering." She said simply. Ron could tell that she wanted to laugh. He walked over towards her and leaned against a dining room chair.

"No, I think I noticed what those were." He smirked. "And you have issues with the way I eat. Love, you really need to check out your diet." He waited and counted in his head. Three... two... one... and right on cue, Hermione burst into laughter.

He knew that he would be right. She had been incredibly predictable since the middle of her fourth month, which was about one and a half months ago. He had walked in on her numerous times, all with different oddly paired food choices. Just two nights ago, Hermione had been up with butter pecan ice cream and spaghetti noodles. And almost three weeks ago, she had been caught around one in the morning with raspberry crème cheese and French fries. In fact, the first time he ever found Hermione with one of her craving attacks, it was in her fourth month, and it was pickles and cheese sauce. He laughed more, recalling the shocked look on his face as he walked into the room.

"Oi, Ron, I can't help it." She laughed. "I just love being pregnant!"

And she did. The twenty-three year old truly loved being pregnant.

She loved the way that the skin on her protruding stomach was smooth and soft to touch, and she loved the way that her swollen tummy looked in the muggle maternity clothes that she and Ginny had made a special trip to get. She loved being able to eat whatever she wanted, and she loved the weird cravings that she had in the wee hours of the morning. It was especially fun to see the look on her husbands face whenever she was caught eating her craved items. At first he was disgusted, then surprised, and now, he was incredibly amused. She really liked being able to eat all the time and not gain any weight. She hadn't been like that before she was pregnant; she had a moderately slow metabolism and had to watch what she ate. Now that she was pregnant, it wasn't a worry. After all, her healer had told her that after her first trimester that she should eat more, because the baby may not be getting enough nutrients. So, being Hermione, she obeyed orders. A month or so ago, she had gone through five quarts of chocolate ice cream, and two quarts of toffee almond, all in one day. (The only downside was the first trimester, when she threw up everything that touched her lips. And every time she ) She also loved the attention, though she didn't like to admit it. Oftentimes, since she had left work a few weeks ago (actually, her boss had dismissed her, saying that she worked too much anyway) on maternity leave, Ron brought home little gifts. He'd bring her roses, chocolates, stuffed animals, and toys for their soon-to-be baby. Throughout the day, he'd mail her notes that told her how much he loved her, and every time he got home, he'd kiss her, and then kiss her stomach sweetly. Ginny brought her homemade cookies regularly, and came over to visit her a lot while Ron and Harry were on long missions. Harry was also wonderful. He, along with Fred and George, helped add on a beautiful nursery to Ron and Hermione's little house. And the wonderful perk of being pregnant was the sex. Her hormones were racing, and almost ever other night, she would be in the mood. And Ron didn't mind that either; in fact, he quite enjoyed the fact that he no longer had to use the contraceptive potion. They were closer than they had ever been before.

"I love it too." Ron said, beginning to walk over to his wife. "I mean, your breasts have gotten two sizes bigger. It's wonderful." Hermione laughed. It was true, she had gone up two sizes since she was pregnant, and Ron loved it. He smiled because he had made her laugh.

"That's funny, Ron." She responded, shaking her head as she tried not to giggle.

"We're going to have to get right on having another one once Baby is born, aren't we?" Ron asked, continuing his trip over and placing both hands on Hermione's belly. Hermione grinned. They had agreed one month ago that the sex of the baby would be a mystery until Hermione gave birth. So they had taken to calling the unborn child Baby.

"Exactly." She told him, nodding matter-of-factly. "And after that one, we'll have to do the same thing. And after that one too. We'll just keep on going, right?"

"Keep it up and we'll have double the amount of kids my mum and dad have." Ron answered, moving his hands form her belly to wrap around her waist. "I say we stop around... nine? Maybe ten, if you're up for it." Hermione laughed, and Ron smiled. "I think you'll be sick of babies and pregnancies and everything that comes with them after baby number five."

"You think so?" She asked, running her hands through his hair gingerly. "Is that a bet?" Their eyes met, and her heart began racing like it always did when she was around him. She felt her heart melt, and leaned up so that she could peck his lips softly. He returned the kiss and deepened it, wrapping his arms around her a little more and drawing her closer. She clung to him because her knees got weak, and she felt like a girl getting her first kiss all over again. They broke apart for one moment, in which Hermione took the time to utter, "I love you."

"Love you too, beautiful." He responded, pulling back and looking into her eyes. "Why don't we get some sleep?" He asked her. She blushed.

"I'm not sleepy. I was still a bit hungry." She told him jokingly.

"Don't let me hold you back. Feel free to get out the blender and make a chocolate pickle smoothie." Ron said sarcastically. Hermione grinned.

"I may do that." She said, pecking him on the cheek and turning around to get her chocolate frogs. She took two out of the bag and held one up. "Would you like one? I'm sure I can find another jar of pickles that I haven't drank the juice out of for you, if that's what you'd like." She tossed him the frog and he shook his head, sighing.

"And I thought that normal you in school was weird. I guess I never imagined a pregnant you. It's so much worse." He said.

"Hey!" Hermione responded, her mouth full of chocolate frog. "I'm not weird."

"You aren't weird, love." He reassured her. Then, after a moment, he said, "Just pregnant."

"If only men could be pregnant..." Hermione mused aloud, glancing at Ron playfully.

"Now that would be a sight. Can you imagine it now... a pregnant Harry? Pregnant Seamus? Oh, here's the best one, a pregnant Lockhart?" The last one made Hermione snort, and she was thankful that she had sat down her pickle juice, because she knew it would have came streaming out of her nose.

"You're such a..." Hermione began, but she couldn't find the word to describe how utterly insane and strange her husband was. In fact, there was no word, because there was no one who was as odd.

"Handsome, young man?" Ron suggested. Hermione shook her head. "Sexy beast?"

"Ron!"

"Thought so."

"Ron!" She laughed, and moved over to their dining room chairs, sitting down, he moved in behind her, and began to rub her shoulders. "Mmm...." She sighed.

"Like it?" He asked, rubbing deeply. She nodded, sinking back into the chair.

"Love it." She said. "I've been needing one of these all day."

"Glad to be of service." Ron responded in her ear softly, kissing her on the cheek. "I can take off work today if you need me to. Boss has told me many times that I live at my job and I need to be home."

"He's right." Hermione muttered, still lost in the small pleasure of Ron's backrub. "But you need to work. Baby won't be able to eat if you don't work."

"Love, the baby could survive years on what you're feeding it during the pregnancy."

"Ha ha, Ronald." Hermione smirked. "I guess if you were just dying to take off work, you could come with me to get decorations for the baby shower."

"A baby... what?" Ron asked. Hermione grinned and rolled her eyes.

"A baby shower, Ron. It's a tradition that muggles do. When someone is pregnant, the friends and family are invited to a party to celebrate the pregnancy and to give the couple gifts for the baby, clothes and strollers and cribs and such. Y'know, like our wedding party." She smiled, as she thought about the fact that hers was just three days away.

"So basically, we're going to be getting tons of free stuff." Ron said. Hermione laughed a little.

"Yes, Ron, that?s basically what it is to men."

"I take offence to that. Baby does as well, you don't know, Baby very well could be a boy."

"It's a member of the Weasley clan, Ron, I'm planning on a boy."

"Ah ha, but you can't plan ahead. Baby might be a girl." Hermione sighed, grinning in spite of her loveable husband.

"Maybe. But I don't care what it is, Ron. The fact that it's our baby makes me love them already." She turned and kissed him on the forehead, and he smiled.

"So when is this, this baby shower you speak of?" Ron asked. Hermione looked up at her husband.

"Four days. This Friday. Tomorrow, I'm going to Diagon Alley to pick up some decorations after I go to St. Mungo?s." Hermione told him, leaning back into his arms.

"Why haven't I heard of this? I thought your next visit to Healer Morgan wasn't for two weeks." The past few times Hermione had visited with Healer Johanna Morgan, she had taken Ron with her. She hadn't wanted to at first, because of his dislike for the hospital, but he had convinced her otherwise.

"You're right, it is." Hermione responded before he could begin to worry. "I'm going to meet my midwife."

"A... um... sorry, love, but what's a midwife?" Ron asked, his voice sounding slightly puzzled. Hermione smiled, shaking her head.

"It's a healer that specializes in labor and delivery. They're fairly common with muggle mum-to-be's. My mother had a midwife when she had me. They're used in home births, for pregnant women who don't want to give birth in the hospital. Kind of like... a pregnancy assistant." Hermione tried to explain. Ron blinked, then slowly nodded.

"So... it's healer that comes to our house to deliver the baby." Ron said, beginning to understand.

"Right." Hermione kissed him again. "I'm meeting mine tomorrow. Her name's Kendall Beland. She's a friend of the healer who helped deliever Oliver." Oliver, who was now eight weeks old, was Ginny and Harry's first son. Hermione continured. "I'm surprised you didn't know what one was, considering that your mum had a midwife throughout all seven pregnancies."

"Well..." Ron began, but Hermione silenced him by kissing him softly on the lips.

"It's alright, love. I was only joking." Ron grinned, wrapping his arms around her. Hermione felt a rush in her belly, and knew immediately it wasn't the baby. The tingling sensation of longing began brewing, and she felt herself heat up. "I think I'm getting tired, love." She kissed his cheek this time, then made her way to his lips, kissing him softly and tenderly, like a butterfly, the way she knew drove him mad. "Want to come back to bed?" She suggested. He laughed.

"I never left, sunshine. It was you. I think the chocolate frogs woke you up." He pushed her hair behind her shoulders as he kissed her again, harder then her butterfly kisses before.

"Exactly." She whispered, running a hand through his messy bed-head hair. Her free hand ran up and down his back with her nails, sending sensations throughout his body. "That's exactly it."

"You had nothing to do with it at all." He said, and she giggled into his mouth.

"Right." She said, breaking away from his kiss to nip the tender spot behind his ear. He shivered, and she smiled to herself. "I can sleep on the couch if you prefer." She said, nourishing feather-light kisses on the nape of his neck. He had to stifle a moan. She let her small hands slide down his back and rest on his bum, pulling him closer to her body. This time he couldn't hide it, and moaned out loud.

"Hermione -"

"It's alright, love. I'll sleep on the couch." She broke away from him and walked the opposite direction, towards the common quarters. She didn't make it far, and she knew she wouldn't. She'd already enticed him. She took two steps, and then he spoke.

"Get back here, Weasley." He warned her.

"Why should I?" She asked playfully.

"Because I want you. Right now." He told her, and she smiled. Her plan had worked. She turned around and smiled innocently. Their eyes met, and he took her hand and led her back to their bedroom anxiously.




Wow! You read my story! Well, I have to say, I'm looking fowards to writing this. I'm a one-shot kinda girl, I like having something done when people want it. But I decided that this story may turn out okay, so why not post it? I'm a bit enrvous when it comes to updates, I'm taking two AP classes and I'll have a lot of work to do during the summer and school year, and on top of that, I'm in charge of monitoring beta club points, and there are over 100 members. So don't yell at me, please, if an update doesn't occur super fast. I'll try to get one at least every week! I'm working on chapter two right now, so the wait won't be that long! Anyway, if you still want to read the story after this, I'll talk to you later!!!

EXCERT FROM CHAPTER TWO:
"Does he know that there's a two month shag-free period after the baby is born?"

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