Sunday went by in a wink of the eye. Hermione spent the day reading and catching up on her homework. She also sent some galleons to Mrs. Weasley with a note, asking if she would go but some maternity clothes and books for her to read so she can learn everything she can before the baby is born. She also asked her to send whatever else she thinks would help her through the pregnancy.

That night, about 7 o'clock, Hermione was summoned to Headmistress's office. She was greeted by Minerva and Molly, who had flooed over w everything so she didn't have to answer questions if it had been owled to her. After thanking Mrs. Weasley, Hermione shrunk her items and went back to her dorm to turn in for the night.

The next morning, when Hermione woke up, she rushed to the toilet. When she was sure the sickness spell was over, she called Fifi. "Yes, missus." "Will you let either Poppy know I am experiencing morning sickness? And see if she has any potions to help? If she doesn't have any, will you check with Professor Snape?" "Of course, missus. Fifi will have Tink bring you a light breakfast." "Thank you, Fifi."

Fifi returned shortly a with morning sickness potion just as Hermione was finishing her light breakfast made up of fruit, French toast, and orange juice. After taking the potion, Hermione put on her robes, made sure her glamours were up, and got ready for class.

As she passed the Great Hall to go, she heard someone call her name. "Hermione, wait up!" She turned around to see Ron and Hermione running after her to catch up. "Hi guys." she greets as they try and catch their breaths. "What happened to you? We tried to come visit you, but your portrait wouldn't let us in. Since we wouldn't leave, the Knight went and told someone, and Professor Snape caught us!" Harry explained, clearly concerned about her well-being. "Snape?" "Yea, why did Snape, SNAPE, send us away! The Slytherin Death Eater!!" Ron yelled. Hermione was furious with how Ron spoke of Professor Snape with such disgust. "Don't you dare talk about Professor Snape like that. If he hadn't shown up Friday, I wouldn't be here right now!" She yelled back.

Ron looked at her with fury and confusion while Harry looked at her with sad eyes. He walked up to her and wrapped her in a hug. Hermione put her head on his chest and started sobbing. "I tried to, Harry. I did. A moment longer, and I wouldn't be here." She whispered. Harry knew she was suffering, and he had stopped her once before. It saddened him that she tried and succeeded. Harry rubbed circles in her back while rocking her back and forth. "He saved me. And he wants to help me. And so does Minerva and Poppy. And Fifi." She said a little louder. Ron, who was confused, jealous, and angry yelled, "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on!?"

Hermione, who momentarily forgot he was there, turned and looked at him. "No! If you want to know so damn bad, then come find me when you've cooled off!" and with that she stormed off.

**What do you think loves?**