This is a sequel to Do they Love, I recommend reading that first if you are interested in this story at all! This story takes place after the gang has graduated and Harry and Hermione have gotten married, Ron has proposed to Monique, and she of course said yes.
I was sitting upstairs in bed, engrossed my newest novel from Flourish and Blotts when my nose made me lift my head and look toward the open door. “Harry James Potter, are you actually cooking?” I yelled down the stairs. There was no answer. “Harry?” I yelled again. Still no answer. Suddenly I heard a thump of Harry’s footsteps making his way up the stairs and into our bedroom. I looked in his hands and he stepped in the door and saw a tray filled with bacon, and scrambled eggs, and toast, coffee, and orange juice. “What’s the special occasion?” I asked as he slid the tray over my lap and laid next to me, propping his elbow on the pillow, his head in his hand.
“Its mother’s day!” Harry said reaching over and touching my stomach.
“So it is!” I said happily placing my hand over his.
“I want to find out what it is!” Harry said to me, sitting up more and taking both of my hands into one of his large ones.
“I want it to be a surprise!” I told him, grinning.
“Well we have a doctors appointment today, let’s see what he recommends.” With that I was being lifted off the bed and out the door of our bedroom, so much for my wonderful breakfast.
Briiiiiiiiiiiiiing, Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. I groggily opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I looked at the clock next to my bed. Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. 7:30 AM. Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. “Hello?” I said whipping the drool from around my mouth.
“Good morning darling!”
“Mother?” I asked, more awake then before.
“Good morning sweetheart.” I heard another voice.
“Dad?” I asked again.
“Of course, who else would call this early!” They said. Well definitely not Ron, I thought.
“We just wanted to tell you that we are coming to stay with you until the wedding!” Mother told me.
“When are you leaving?” I asked, looking around my messy flat.
“Today, we will arrive via floo network around three this afternoon!” My father told me, and with that, he hung up.
“I have a lot of work to do!” I said to myself dropping the phone into the cradle.
I quickly got out of bed, and got dressed in sweats. I unmade my bed so I could wash my sheets so they could smell fresh and new as my mother, the clean freak, always liked them. I walked into the laundry room and threw them in the washing machine. I opened the dryer and noticed a large pile of clean clothes in it. Uh oh! Wait a second, silly me, I am a witch! I pointed my wand at the close and made them fold themselves nicely. I walked back into my room and looked at all of the clothes scattered all over my floor. I said another spell and they folded magically and put themselves away in my now clean drawers. I magically dusted my dresser and took the now clean sheets out of the dryer and made my bed, by hand, to make sure there were no lumps. I went into the spare bedroom and magically dusted it as well. Then I walked into the disaster area, the kitchen. I threw all of my dishes that were piled onto the table into the dishwasher and turned it on. I magically cleaned the floor to be sparkling clean and wiped of the counters. I levitated the clean dishes out of the dishwasher into there respectable places as I was having the cushions in my couch in my living room magically fluff themselves. I opened the refrigerator and panicked. I picked up the phone as I magically dusted the woodwork in the living room and dialed Ron’s number before stupidly looking at the clock.
“Hello, Weasley residence, how may I help you?” Mrs. Weasley’s voice rang through my phone.
“Hello Mrs. Weasley, its Monique!” I told her as I waved my wand to sweep the entry way to my flat.
“Hello dear, would you like me to wake Ronald for you?” She asked brightly.
“If its not to much of a hassle.” I told her.
“Oh of course not dear, ROOOOOOOOOOOOOON.” She shouted.
I winced. Five minutes late Ron’s sleepy voice came over, “Hello, what do you want calling me at only nine in the morning.”
“Hi Ron, oh dear I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize how early it was for you, I just was wondering if you could do a big favor for me.” I asked.
“Oh, its you Mon, sorry about that, I thought it was Harry telling me more stuff about that unborn child of his, seriously, he is so excited.”
“I’m sure you would be to sweetie, but about the favor, can you go to the grocery store and pick up a few things for me, my parents are coming over and I’m trying to clean my flat and I have absolutely nothing to eat for them.” I told him laughing.
“Sure, what do you need, here I’ll write it down.” He said.
“Ok, I need a dozen eggs, a gallon of milk, a few boxes of different cereals, lunch meat, cheese, soda, juice, a bottle of water, boneless chicken, apples, pears, oranges, grapefruit, some candy, fresh flowers, and Tylenol.” I told him looking around my kitchen.
“Why do you need Tylenol?” He asked.
“I know I’m going to have a headache from the minute they get here to the minute they leave.” I told him giggling.
“Oh, ok. Is that all then.” He asked laughing with me.
“Yes, thank you so much, I love you.” I told him.
“No problem, I love you to, I’ll be over your place around ten ok?”
“That’s fine, thanks again.” I told him hanging up the phone.
I still have so much to do in so little time!
I put Hermione down in the passenger seat of the car and got in next to her.
“You’re lucky I got dressed before I climbed back into bed and started reading.” Hermione told me as I started our car.
“I guess I am.” I told her smiling, “Now, are you sure you don’t want to know the gender of our baby?”
“I don’t know, now that I’m thinking about it, I do want to know what it is so we can start furnishing the nursery.” She told me rubbing my arm then leaning her head against it.
“You tired sweetheart?” I asked, paying close attention to the road.
“Just a little, carrying around an infant for five months in your stomach isn’t exactly easy you know.” She told me.
“I’m sure it isn’t, that’s why they gave the woman that job, men couldn’t take it!” I said laughing.
“Haha, yea, we are the strong gender.” She giggled.
“Here we are.” I said pulling our obstetrician’s office parking lot.
I pulled into a parking space by the door and opened my side of the car jumped out, ran around to the other side of the car and opened Hermione’s door and gave her my hand to help her out.
“I like being pregnant.” She said taking my hand, “You get treated as a lady should.” She laughed.
We walked inside holding hands and I walked up to the desk inside.
“We have an appointment for 9:30 AM with Doctor Hersh.” I told the nurse at the desk.
“Ok, sit down, he will be out to help you shortly.” The nurse said smiling.
I was too ancy to sit down so I led Hermione to a seat and stood next to her, waiting anxiously.
A/N: Ok, I think I will stop this chapter here. Please review! All of the original characters belong to JK Rowling and any new characters plus the plot is mine!