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Chapter 5: The caterwauling charm
Upon arriving home, Hermione felt dizzy and queasy, so she made her towards the bathroom. When she had finished emptying her stomach contents she washed her hands and walked into the living room where Ron was waiting for her.
"You ok?" he asked as she sank onto the sofa next to him. She just nodded. Nobody spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.
"Why nobody is happy for us? You'd think were still teenagers the way everyone is reacting!" Exclaimed Hermione, shattering the silence that had surrounded them.
"That’s because they still think we are. They’re our parents, it’s their job," Ron shrugged his shoulders, his head and eyes kept dropping.
"But were not, and to be quite honest I don't like being treated like a kid who's...who's forgotten her homework or something," Angry tears rolled down her cheek and into her lap.
"I just don't see why they can't be happy, I don't want them to get angry at us and leave us, there still our parents," She ranted, her anger and frustration getting the better of her.
"Hey. Sshh, it'll be ok, I promise. They'll come round, they aren't just going to abandon you," He reached out and pulled her into a hug.
"But what if they do and then I can't cope and then the baby hates me and....and..?" She trailed off, burying her head in his chest.
"Hermione, you need to relax, that isn't going to happen. Your parents don't really have a problem with you being pregnant. Sure I'm not your dad's favorite person right now but he'll come around when he realizes I'm not going anywhere." He tucked her hair back behind her ear, as she sat up and wiped away the few remaining tears.
"I'm just being silly aren't I?" She shook her head before standing up.
"Well tea isn't going to cook itself," she said briskly. She made her way into the kitchen, giving Ron a reassuring smile on the way.
A few hours later Ron was still sat on the couch and Hermione was in the kitchen when they heard a faint pop that sounded like it came from outside. Sure enough the doorbell rang not a minute later.
“I'll get it,” Ron called over his shoulder as he rose from the couch and Hermione walked into the living room. He opened the front door to find his sister and his best mate standing outside.
"Hey you guys, come on in.”
“Hey Ron,” Ginny hugged her brother before walking down the hall in search of Hermione.
“Hey mate, how are you?” Harry greeted him as he closed the door behind him. They to follow Ginny down the hall.
“I'm good, and you?”
“I'm fine, bit scared for the Auror training test next week but it should be alright,”
Ron only nodded as they opened the living room door and he gestured to Harry to go in first. Walking into the living room he smiled as he saw Ginny and Hermione exchange hugs and for the first time since seeing her mum, Ron thought that her smile was genuine.
"What does everyone want to drink?" asked Hermione, “there's butterbeer or firewhiskey if you want some."
"I’ll have a firewhiskey please." replied Harry, taking off his cloak and giving it to Ron. He was dressed in muggle jeans and a plain red t-shirt.
"I'll have the same. Can't let him get drunk on his own now can we," laughed Ron as he placed Harry and Ginny’s cloaks on the back of the sofa.
"I'll just have a butterbeer thanks," replied Ginny. "Do you need a hand?"
"If you don’t mind?" She answered gratefully and the two girls headed off into the kitchen. It was small but it was painted a dim yellow colour and it felt cozy to Hermione who had pictures of friends and family stuck all around.
“So how you feeling, really feeling I mean?” She added as Hermione just went to shrug her shoulders.
“Better then I was, what about you?” She muttered, ducking her head as Ginny raised an eyebrow. Thankfully she didn't ask Hermione anymore questions.
“I'm fine, excited about becoming an Aunt!” Hermione smiled as she went into the fridge and pulled out two bottles of firewhiskey and two bottles of butterbeer. Ginny picked up both the firewhiskey and a butterbeer before making her way back into the living room, Hermione close behind her.
“Thanks,” Harry smiled, taking his bottle from Ginny, Ron mirroring his move. They each took a seat, Harry and Ginny on the sofa while Ron sat on the armchair. Hermione had excused herself to go back into the kitchen to check on tea.
“So what new with you...,” Ron started to speak but what was interrupted by a loud high-pitched shrieking noise.
"What's that?" Ginny asked, slightly confused.
"It's the caterwauling charm I set," replied Hermione walking into the living room, a look of fear in her eyes as she quietly picking up her wand from the side table. "Someone is trying to get in…,”