"Ginny!" Hermione called out to her best friend, slamming the door to Ginny and Harry's house behind her.

"Ginny isn't here." Harry informed her from the living room. Hermione walked in and looked at him. He was sitting in a chair watching an old movie.

"Where is she?" Hermione asked.

"She's taken James to a doctor's appointment." he replied. Hermione sighed and tapped her foot impatiently.

"Well when is she going to be back?" Harry sighed and turned off the television.

"Alright, what's wrong?" he asked. Hermione sat down on the couch that was facing him.

"Well...it's sort of personal."

"Hermione you're my best friend..." she blushed.

"I'm pregnant." Harry's jaw dropped.

"Oh don't look so surprised Harry!" she snapped.

"Sorry it's just...you and Ron, it's sort of disgusting." she rolled her eyes.

"Ron and I are married! You couldn't honestly think we didn't have s-" he cut her off.

"Alright I get it! But...why are you looking for Ginny?"

"Because I haven't told Ron yet. I can't think of how to and I figured she'd be able to help." Just then a faint popping sound was heard and Hermione ran out into the hallway.

"Ginny I'm pregnant and I have no idea how to tell Ron help me!" then a dropping noise. Harry ran out into hallway to find it was not Ginny, but Ron that had arrived...and fainted with Hermione trying to get him to come to.

"Well on the plus side, now you don't have to wait for Ginny to get home."