Author's Note: Definitely don't own Hunger Games or Harry Potter. This is a story I've had for a while and suddenly have the urge to continue working on it. I may be editing it along the way, and changing or adding some things. Hang on tight!

Hermione Granger sat cradled in an old rocking chair, the soft cushions enveloping her in comfort as she gently lay her hands upon her pregnant belly. Her back felt constantly strained from the added weight on her stomach, but for being eight months pregnant she knew it was normal. She looked up at the clock above her with three hands on it instead of two. The one with her own face rested on 'home' while her baby daughter, Rose's lay on 'visiting.' She noticed Ron's moving from 'work' to 'traveling.'

Almost instantly she heard the faint pop sound from the kitchen. She couldn't hold back the smile that traced on her lips at her husband being home from the ministry. It was typical of him to apparate directly to the room with food. She was sure his stomach would be rumbling of hunger for dinner. Some things never change.

She heard his heavy footsteps growing louder as he walked around. "Hermione," he shouted. "Where are you, love?"

"In here!" she called back, happy for the warmth that continued to flow through her when she heard his voice. It was as comforting and warm to her as an old book and cozy blanket.

"And how are we doing today?" He kneeled down, his dark robes brushing the carpet. He placed a lingering kiss on Hermione's lips and flashed her a lop-sided grin before moving his hand down to her belly and placing a small kiss there, too.

Hermione lifted her hand to rest it on top of his and intertwined their fingers together. "Hugo and I are doing just fine. He's been moving a lot today."

Ron smirked at her. "Hugo, huh? Does that mean Joey is off the table?"

Hermione lifted an eyebrow at him, biting her lip to stifle a laugh building inside of her. "For the last time, Ron, we will not be naming our son after a quidditch player."

Ron slapped a half-hearted pout on his face and quivered his lower lip for extra effect. "Not even from the Chudley Cannons?" he asked in mock offense.

"Especially not," she huffed before releasing a small giggle.

"Can't blame a man for trying. It's probably for the best, Harry and George would never let me live it down."

She laughed. "As well they shouldn't." She shook her head at him. "How was work today?"

He rose to his feet and flopped down onto the couch, slouching low into the cushions. "Long day," he said with a sigh. "Mostly uneventful, loads of paperwork and filing. One intern tried to accio his mug of tea but lost concentration when the bird he fancies walked by. Spilled the tea all over my papers." He groaned. "If anyone is going to be a clumsy git, it'll be me."

Hermione's face softened as she looked at him. "When did our lives become so completely ordinary?" she thought.

"If that's the worst bit of your day, I'd say it was a good day."

"'Specially now I'm home with you." He grinned at her. "How's mum and Rosie today?"

"You know she loves having a home full of grandchildren to look after."

Ron's stomach gave a loud rumble and he smiled sheepishly towards her.

"I expect Harry and Ginny will be here soon. Ginny said she just needs to put Lily to sleep and send Harry for some take out."

Ron's eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes looked lost in confusion.

"You haven't forgotten, Ronald?"

"No, 'course not," he said as he jumped to his feet and headed in the direction of the bedroom. His voice drifted loudly from the distance. "Reminds me, I got an owl from Neville today. He said he can make it this time."

"Great! I feel it's been ages we've seen Neville. Between Rosie and Neville's classes..."

Ron reappeared in a pair of trousers and a bright orange jumper, his ginger hair slightly tousled. The boyish grin from his youth never faded from his face.

Just then Hermione heard a faint pop from outside the front door and soon followed a soft knock against the wood. Ron walked to the door and propped it open just enough to see who was on the other side. He flung it open with enthusiasm.

"All right there, mate?" Ron said to Neville with a clap on the back.

Neville walked into the room peeling off his coat and hanging it over the dining chair.

"I'm great, Ron," he said with an air of excitement. "All right Ron, Hermione?"

Hermione opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the bright green flames of the fireplace. Soon after Harry and Ginny emerged from the flames, brushing ash from their coats. Harry gripped a baby seat with floating stars, broomsticks, unicorns and wands that swirled around above it. The wands emitting small sparks of light periodically. Snuggled inside sleeping was their youngest child of one month, Lily Luna Potter.

"Sorry, we're late probably. Dad just flooed in before we left. Mum wants the kids for the weekend," Ginny said quickly. "Rosie too," she added as she set a large bag onto the table. The smell that wafted from the bag even made Hermione's stomach growl in anticipation.

Harry sprawled himself on the couch and set Lily down beside him. Ginny quickly followed suit as she inched closer to Harry and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Luna's back from France!" Harry announced with a bright smile. "Said she'll be here. Wants more time with her goddaughter."

"Brilliant!"

"Awesome."

"Oh, I can't wait to see her-Ron, we have guests. We're all hungry," Hermione scolded as she slapped away Ron's hands from the bag.

"Right. I'll bring some plates," Ron retorted with a guilty look.

Luna appeared in the doorway, her long white hair falling in messy waves where small radishes hung from her ears. Her skin had a soft tan and she smiled brightly to no one in particular.

"Ooh, I'm so glad to see you all," she cheered with a small clap of her hands. "Hermione, you're absolutely glowing! I suspect the nargles are fond of pregnant women."

Hermione's eyes brightened up and she released a laugh. "Luna, I've missed you."

Ron returned with a stack of plates and utensils and handed them out. He began gathering food on a plate and handing it to Hermione before making himself one. Harry did the same for Ginny. Hermione thought Mrs. Weasley would be proud of the men her boys had grown into.

"It's lovely to be with friends again," Luna announced. Her bright blue eyes searched the room. "Now where's baby Lily?"

"Lily Luna is sleeping but can't wait to see her Godmother," Ginny responded softly as Luna skipped around the couch and sat cross-legged in front of the baby seat. Luna delicately rubbed her index finger on top of Lily's hand - "for good luck," she explained – and Lily wrapped her tiny hand around Luna's finger. Luna seemed elated.

"So, what is it-this month-'ermione?" Ron asked in between mouthfuls of food.

"Manners, Ronald Bil-"

"Oi! Ginny."

"Well, dear brother we'd all rather not see your food."

Ron mumbled incoherently to himself.

"It's a muggle story-"

"Not a Lockhart best-seller?" Ron asked smugly.

"Or another romance?" Harry groaned.

"Oh, shut it, you two," Ginny interjected.

"Well, after hearing you two complain about the classic love story Romeo and Juliet, I thought I'd pick a modern one this time," Hermione said defensively.

"It didn't make any sense, love. Then the bloody bloke offs himself when he thinks she died."

"It's Shakespearean, Ron."

"The bloke who wore the tights?" Neville asked. Ron and Harry looked at him with an incredulous look on their faces. Neville blushed. "Hannah loves him. Her favorite poet, he is."

"How are things with Hannah, Neville?" Luna asked dreamily.

"We're getting on well. She's on vacation with her parents in America right now. Something about a big apple."

"That's wonderful, Neville." Luna, Ginny and Hermione beamed at him.

"So, book club leader," Harry started, focusing his attention on Hermione, "What's our book?"

She picked up her wand from the end table beside her and pointed it in the direction of the dining area.

"Accio book."

An average-sized book with a black cover came soaring towards them. Hermione wrapped her eager fingers around the cover and perched it up on her lap. She turned it outward to show everyone in the living room.

"It's just been released. It's a futuristic dystopia of muggle America. It's called The Hunger Games."