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I walked slowly into the kitchen, being cautious. I poked my head through the door.

Ron was sitting at the bar, as we like to call it - it looked like a counter in one of those diners that you see in commercials and cartoons. His head was bent over his work. He was working on writing a letter to the new headmaster of Durmstrang, Marcus Polistrantolius.

I stepped through the doorway and walked up until I was standing behind the counter and in front of him.

"Ron," I said, shakily. I was scared stiff.

"Mm-hmm," he said, not raising his head.

"We need to talk."

"Alright," was his response. He still didn't look up.

"Ron, will you please look at me?"

"Hermione, I'm very busy right now. I need to do my work. Just keep on talking while I write."

"Ugh. Fine, Ronald, if you want to be like that..." I trailed off, seeing that he wasn't really listening.

"Ronald?" He ignored me. He had finished his letter. Putting it to the side, he picked up a packet and started working on it.

"Ron!" He still didn't answer, working on the packet.

"RONALD! LISTEN TO ME!" I was getting extremely frustrated. He didn't put down his quill. He just nodded his head, pretending to listen to me.

"ARGH!" He jumped ten feet into the air. I stomped out of the kitchen. He followed me into our living room.

"What the bloody hell is more important than recruiting more Aurors to find Zabini and his followers?!" I stopped, tears in my eyes. Ron had never sworn at me - not since we had gotten married. I shook my head and turned around. He looked pissed. At least, he had, but when he saw that I was crying, his look softened immediately.

"'Mione," he whispered, taking a step towards me. I shook my head.

"No," I said. "You won't listen to me? Fine. Have fun stormin' the castle without your wife." I then summoned a bag, clothes, personal belongings, and my purse, and packed them right in front of his eyes. When I had finished, I walked to the door, opened it, walked through, and turned around.

"I hope you can find everything that you wish for, because your family of three just became a family of one." And I slammed the door on his face. I apparated to the Potters' house.

"Hermione?" A surprised Harry asked when I hugged him. He slowly wrapped his arms around me. I cried into his shoulder.

"Shh... It's ok." He said.

"He swore at me," I cried. "And to think that I'm married to that - that git!"

"Are you complaining about my brother?" Ginny walked through the living room to the door. I nodded. Harry let go of me and Ginny led me upstairs and into a guest bedroom. We sat down on the bed and I cried. She just comforted me.

"Ginny," I said when I had cried all of the tears I could. "I'm pregnant."

"You're joking!"

"No," I said, smiling. "I'm not kidding."

"Hermione Weas-"

"Don't say my last name, please. I don't want to think about him."

"-why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant! Didn't the Healers say that you couldn't have children?"

"The same Healer that told me that couldn't have children was the one that told me that I was pregnant." Ginny laughed. She looked at the watch on her wrist.

"Oh, dear. It's ten o'clock. Better get some rest. Ron will probably be here tomorrow.

She was right. He came over the next day - and the day after that, and the day after that... for an entire week. I refused to go down and see him. Instead, I took care of James, who had just turned a year old.

One day, I was playing with James, when Ron burst into the room, Ginny close behind. She shrugged past Ron, took James from me, gave me a concerned look, and walked out of the room. Ron just stood at the door, looking at me. I crossed my arms.

"Well," I said. "What do you want?" He looked hurt.

"I want you to come home with me," he said, walking towards me. He sat down next to me on the bed. I raised an eyebrow.

"You want me to come home with you? You sure didn't act like that the last time I was there."

"I'm sorry, but I was extremely busy." I glared at him, got up, and walked over to the window. I sighed.

"I can't believe this." He got up and walked over to me, putting his arms around me. He began kissing my neck.

"Ron," I said, turning around. "I need to know that you will be the best husband-" he nodded his head "- and the best father -" he raised his eyebrows "- in the world."

"I promise," he said. He touched his face to mine. "I'll love you and whatever children we have in the future."

"Ron, I'm pregnant." He smiled. And then he kissed me on the lips. It was a short kiss, but it got the point across. Then we went home.

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