"Fleur and I have an announcement to make."

Talking stopped and eating ceased and the Burrow was quieter than it ever was, even before any of my brothers (or Ginny) were born. I could see Mum's eyes light up, guessing – or hoping – what our news would be.

"Oui," my beautiful part-Veela wife agreed. "Beel ahnd Ai... w-he ahre... 'ow you say...?"

Fleur trailed off, looking to me for help. She spoke English well, but there were still some things she didn't know.

"We're expecting," I finished for her, sending an adoring smile towards her.

And then the house exploded. Hugs all around, Mum smiling through her happy tears, and my family congratulating us. And – of course – at least one of my brothers had to be an idiot.

"Expecting what?" Ron, asked confused. Hermione leaned over and whispered in his ear, which then turned a bright shade of pink. "Oh. Cool!"

Most of the family had jumped up and come over to us to hug us and whatnot. Once things had settled down and everyone had gone back to eating, George asked, "So... have you thought about names yet?"

His voice was strained, which I didn't understand.

"Victoire, pour une fille," Fleur declared.

"Yeah, Victoire if it's a girl," I said, grasping my wife's hand under the table. Victoire was the name of her favorite aunt, who had been killed during the war. "As for a boy, we haven't really thought about it."

"Oh."

Again, there was silence, only broken by the clinking of silverware or dishes. Everyone was wondering what had made the usual joyous and carefree George disappear. It took me a few seconds to figure out what he was really asking – but when I did, it all made sense. Of course it did, afte what happened in May.

"Don't worry, mate," I said, reaching over to put my hand on his shoulder. "We won't name him Fred, I promise." We'd save that one for him to name his future son.

George just looked at me, silent thanks shining in his eyes.

"Well, someone had better be named Fred," Fred declared, crossing his ghostly arms over his see-through chest, "or I will be really upset! And don't think I can't find a way to prank each and every one of you from the afterlife!"

And just like that, George laughed. He started cracking up, and then I did, and then Ron did, and eventually dinner was forgotten due to everyone nearly dying in fits of giggles.

Yeah, I know I've been posting a lot lately, and I know that I should be working on the two-shots that I only have one chaper of posted, but the little one shot ideas keep coming.

So I don't own Harry Potter - how many of you already knew that?

Yes, I know it's short, but it'd be nice if you reviewed. And if you checked out my other stuff.

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