It was a calm and peaceful night in Ottery St. Catchpole. Hermione was seated on the couch, doing some knitting. A throw rug was settled over the swell of her pregnant belly, where her and Ron's little baby lay within. A handful of months later, and she was still giddy at the thought of it: she would soon be the mother of her best mate's child! Well, one of her best mates, anyway.