Printer Friendly Version ] [ Report Abuse ]
<< >>

Unorthodox by birdie01
Chapter 2 : Ready or Not.
 
Rating: 15+Chapter Reviews: 10


Font:  
Background:   Font color:  

A/N: Hello there, yes I know...I have finally updated after what appears to be nearly a century. And for that I apologize. Thank you to everyone who reads/reviews my story. It means so much to me. :)_________________________________________________________________

I had been nauseas all day and the fact that we were going to tell everyone now made my stomach flip even more. Fred tried to comfort me but I just nodded and kept to my own thoughts. I didn’t know how I was going to tell everyone, or face Ron. It killed me inside that I still had feelings for him, no matter how small they were now. I wanted this life with Fred, despite how it had began. Fred was comfortable, he had a calming affect to him and we had not fought once since I moved in. But still, I had liked Ron for years and that doesn’t just go away in 3 months. I told Fred about how I felt; he knows what I’m going through. He supports me, and that’s all I could ask for. 


“Ready?” Fred asked from in the living room. I poked my head through the kitchen door. He was wearing a sweater that his mother had made for him and some kaki pants, he had taken the time to actually comb his hair today. I smiled to myself; I knew he was only doing this to impress his mother. 


“I’ll be out in just a second,” I finished off my glass of water. A wave of nauseas hit me again and I ran for the trashcan. I put my hand over my stomach and groaned, that was the first time I noticed it. My lower stomach was firm and rounded, but only a small bulge of my stomach. It was proof that this was all true; I really was pregnant. I walked out of the door and over to Fred. 


“Feel this,” I said to him. I grabbed his hand and pressed it lightly against the firm part of my stomach.

“Woah,” he muttered softly. I could feel the reality of it hitting him in that exact moment. He looked up and smiled at me, taking my hand in his.

“So what are we going to name the little guy?”

“Guy?” I questioned. “Are you assuming that it will be a boy?”

“Naturally, have you seen my family?”

“Oh, so the genes from my family weren’t good enough for our baby?”

“No, but I’d wager the…uhh…better genes would win out,” Fred released my hand and stretched out his arms, flexing his muscles. 


“Maybe he got the genes of a daddy whose head is full of hot air.” I raised an eyebrow at him. Fred looked like he might defend himself but he gave up and pulled me down onto the couch beside him. 


“Are you ready for this?” He asked me quietly so that George wouldn’t hear him. I glanced over to George who was combing his hair in front of the hall mirror. I wasn’t ready for any of this. For getting married before starting my career, for getting pregnant before I was even married, and for telling everyone that I had made all of these mistakes. The only thing I seem to be doing right is being married to Fred; at least the baby will have a proper family. I breathed in deep and shook my head. 


“I’m not ready for anything at this point,” I said as I placed my hand on my stomach, “but what choice do I have?” Fred nodded and offered his arm. 


“Your chariot awaits,” he said proudly as he nodded to his arm. I laughed and took his arm. We apparated straight to the Burrow, the process left me feeling queasier than I had remembered ever being after an apparition. I held out my arms to steady myself before looking to Fred. He smiled with as much sincerity as he could muster. 


“To the battle field,” he said as we walked inside. I hadn’t even had time to step inside before Mrs.Weasley was squeezing me tight and rocking me back and forth. 


“Hermione dear, you look so weak. Well,” she said as she marched back over to the kitchen, “We will soon fix that.” I smiled at her before scanning the room for Harry or Ron; I had felt like an eternity since I had last seen them. I marched over into the living room to find Harry sitting on the couch next to Ginny; they were obviously talking about something important. The mood of the room felt heavy and awkward, not something I ever want to be a part of. I walked out of the living room and began my way up the flight of stairs, usually the walk up the stairs was easy but all of a sudden I was left breathless by the time I reached the fifth floor. I grabbed the stairwell and caught my breath before turning to see Ron standing in the doorway of his room. 


He was leaning casually against the doorframe and practically gaping at my stomach. I looked down at my own stomach just to make sure that I was huge, I was only three months along. Surely he couldn’t tell yet, he wasn’t even supposed to know until I told him today. When I looked back up at Ron there was a mixture of hurt, disappointment, and jealously in his eyes that I couldn’t quite define. I coughed loudly to get him from gaping at my stomach any longer. 


“Hermione, your…” Ron couldn’t even finish his sentence from the shock that coated his voice. I winced at the almost painful undertone I could feel by his statement. I quickly walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him into his room and shutting the door behind us. 


“How can you tell?” I asked him worriedly. Maybe there was no reason to tell all of the Weasley’s, maybe they had already figured it out. 


“Hermione, no offense but you didn’t exactly where clothes that would cover it up,” Ron said with an apprehensive tone. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a pair of jeans with a fitted white shirt and a dark green blazer; I stepped over to the mirror that was standing on top of Ron’s dresser. Sure enough when I stood sideways, the view that Ron had seen me from on the stairs, my pregnancy was evident. Though the bulge wasn’t huge it still poked out over my jeans, but unless you saw me from side you couldn’t really tell unless you blatantly looked at it. 


“How far along are you?” Ron asked. The answer popped into my head immediately, three months. But it was at that moment that I didn’t want to admit it, seeing as Fred and I had only been married for two. Ron and Harry were my best friends, I could tell them the real answer. But I wasn’t about to have Mrs.Weasley look down upon me for years to come by admitting to this bad decision me and Fred had made, though for now it seemed to be working out fine. 


“Ron, I’m three months along, “ I said to him, “but I’m going to tell everyone else that I’m only two months along. Please, can you keep that secret for me.” Ron nodded hesitantly.

“Hermione, I don’t know who is going to believe that.”

“Well, they are just going to have to believe it.” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

“Wait, three months, “ Ron said, as he seemed to mull something over in his head. You’ve only been married for two.”

“I’m well aware Ron.” 


“Who are you?” He questioned in a tone that was both rude and insulting. It was as if he was questioning my character, questioning everything about me. He and Harry knew me better than anyone, and for him to say that…it nearly took me down to my knees. 


“Clearly I’m Hermione.” I snapped back at him. 


“Yeah, you look like Hermione,” Ron said as he made his way to the door, “but the Hermione I knew, never would have done something as stupid at this.” He raised a brow at me before exiting the room and leaving me to stand alone in the middle of it. I’ve never been one to cry about much but being pregnant has been leaving me a bit emotional lately. I could feel the tears coming whether I wanted them or not, I wiped a hand over my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. I was about to go down stairs with red, puffy eyes. 


I marched back down the stairs to meet the other Weasley’s. Fred was leaning against kitchen counter, lost in deep conversation with George and Bill. Harry and Ginny were sitting on the couch, each wearing a look of annoyance. Ron was sitting next to Harry, looking bored and angry. Everyone else seemed to be in the kitchen, helping Mrs.Weasley prepare the meal. I hadn’t said a word to Harry yet, so I decided that no matter his mood it would be rude not to talk to him. 


I casually walked over to the living room and sat down in a chair near the fireplace. Ron glanced up in my direction and let out a long and steady breath.

“Hello Harry,” I said so I could get his attention. He looked up at me and then over to Ginny, the motion was quick but it got the message across. He wanted to talk to me about the problems he and Ginny were once again going through. 


“Harry, I’m rather thirsty. Could you show me where the drinks are?” Ginny rolled her eyes at me; I could tell exactly what she was thinking. “She’s been coming here for years, of course she knows where the drinks are.” I maintained a smile as I walked with Harry over to the kitchen where Mrs.Weasley had made some fresh pumpkin juice. I poured a glass for Harry and me. 


“You okay?” I said as I took a sip. 

“Let’s go outside.” I nodded and put my glass down on the counter. Harry led the way outside of the house and he sat down on a patch of grass just outside the kitchen. I sat down slowly beside. I had begun to notice that normal things were beginning to take much more energy than before. 


“Now,” I said as she positioned herself, “what do you need to talk to me about?”

“It’s Ginny.”

“It always is,” I said exasperated, “Harry I love talking to you but, do you ever think that maybe I’m not the one you should be talking this out with.”

“I do talk to her,” Harry said with a shrug, “It’s just gotten us nowhere lately.” I nodded knowingly and thought about how to respond.

“Harry, I know that you love the girl. But if you can’t talk to her then what’s the point.”

“Like you and Ron,” Harry said with a half laugh.

“What the devil-”

“Oh come on,” Harry said with a playful shove, “As if I didn’t notice all those years at Hogwarts.”

“I see your point,” I said with a grin, “And look who I’m married to…obviously not Ron.” 

“Touché.” Harry said with a nodd in my direction. We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments. I liked the feeling of the fresh air blowing across my face and the smell of the trees that surrounded the house. 


“Come on you two,” Mrs.Weasley yelled from the kitchen window, “We are all waiting for you.” I felt my stomach drop ten feet as I realized what time it was. I was about to tell everyone the news, and I had no idea how they were going to take it. Harry and I stood up and I grabbed Harry’s wrist before he could walk away. 


“Harry,” I said with a sigh, “When we go inside I will have to do one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Just promise that no matter what I say, that you won’t hate me.” Harry looked at my quizzically but nodded all the same.

“I promise.”

“And come to me later,” Hermione said as they began to walk towards the door, “I still have loads to tell you.” Harry walked in first followed by me; I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It was Fred. He looked deep into my eyes, to a place that only belonged to him. 

“You ready?” I asked.

“I bloody well hope so.” Fred replied as we walked to our doom at the kitchen table.


Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Favorite |Reading List |Currently Reading

<< >>


Review Write a Review
Unorthodox: Ready or Not.

Review

(6000 characters max.) 6000 remaining

Your Name:
Rating:

Prove you are Human:
What is the name of the Harry Potter character seen in the image on the left?


Submit this review and continue reading next chapter.
 




Other Similar Stories

No similar stories found!