A raven haired Weasley
Hermione and Ron get married after Hermione has twin daughters that they think are his. But when Ginny starts to notice her niece's different physical traits, she begins to wonder if Emma and Roselynn are even Ron's daughter. And what happens when Harry's finally back from the war with Voldemort?
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Chapter one: Ginny's Question
Hermione and Ron Weasley never thought much of their twin daughter's appearances. Both have lovely structured faces like their mother and dark brown eyes that are dark green around the pupils. But that wasn't what was different. It was the fact that Emma and Roselynn Weasley's hair was way different than any child ever born blood into the Weasley family; the had curly, thick, raven black hair that only looked remotely red when the summer and spring sun was on it. They always seemed to stick out when around their red headed cousins.
"Hermione, Ron!" Mrs. Weasley said as she greeted her youngest son and youngest daughter-in-law. Alicia, Angelina, Penelope, Samantha, and Carolina all where at the Burrow with their kids, enjoying a good time with the family. Mrs. Weasley hugged and kissed the two and looked down to see her two youngest granddaughters.
"Hello Roselynn! Hello Emma!" She said happily, picking then up and hugging them. They hugged their grandmother and walked off to go see their cousins. Samantha, Charlie's wife, came to greet her brother-in-law and his wife.
"My, Samantha! You look so tan." Hermione commented as they made their way over to the living room where everyone was seated. Henry, Joshua, and Chris, Sam and Charlie's kids, all run up to go see their aunt. Hermione smiled and hugged her three nephews. Georgina, Torri, and Kyle greeted their aunt next, then Ginny and Draco's Christen, Percy's Jody and Amy, and Bill's Vixie and James.
"Where are Ashley and Jack?" Ron asked, noticing that two kids where missing.
"Out back with Fred. He's getting ready for some Quidditch. How about we get the boys, all of them, out side and us girls and finish dinner." Angelina said from the door way that lead to the back. Ron, Christen, Draco, George, Kyle, Percy, Henry, Joshua, Chris, and Bill all raced out of the house, leaving the girls. Hermione smiled and set Roselynn and Emma at the table between 3-year-old Vixie and 2-year-old Jody, her sister next to her and Georgina on the other side of Vixie. Ashley was carried into the room by her mother and set down by Amy. The oldest of them all, Vixie, took pride in bossing around the younger girls. Jody, who was a year younger, always stood at her right had and Torri, the third oldest at 2 as well, on her right hand.
"So, how have you all been?" Hermione asked as they started dinner.
"Fair. Bill's been so buys but I've been home with Vixie all the time." Carolina said with a grin, washing the lettuce. After her, Ginny washed everything else and handed it to Carolina to cook it. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley senior where in the living room, discussing work. The girls didn't want their help because they say that they've already done enough for the family, so they sent them out there.
"Draco and I hardly see Christen. We're so busy with work that we had to hire a maid to watch him. But when we do get to see him, we enjoy every minute." Ginny said to them, shrugging.
"Ron's always at work as well, but I'm always with the girls. For some odd reason, they seem to want me to not work and be with them all the time in stead of their father." Hermione said, shrugging.
"Really? Dad says that all Weasley men are completely loveable by their kids. That's kinda odd. And Ron's always been the most loveable. All of our cousins love him." Ginny said, looking at the girls.
"Well, I guess it's just a coincidence." Hermione muttered, looking over at her daughters as she helped Penelope and Carolina cut up things for the salad. She signed and after they finished preparing the salad, chicken, potatoes, corn, and vegetables, they took their daughters and walked outside into the summer afternoon and to the boys. They sat down and watched as the boys played, their sons with them on their brooms. Since there were so little boys, they didn't really play a real game, it was kind of like practice. But the boys seemed to enjoy it and the girls loved watching it.
"Hey, I'm beat. Let's give the girls a try!" Ron said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. The boys all landed and carried their sons off, Percy carrying Joshua and Bill carrying Henry for Charlie. The girls just groaned and got onto the brooms. Ginny took Roselynn for Hermione, Hermione holding Emma. The girls soon figured out that there was to many girls to be held while on a broom. They set down Amy and Georgina, the two being the ones who didn't want to play. Besides Angelina and Alicia, the other girls hadn't a CLUE how to play, though Hermione was good anyways.
"Ladies, dinner is almost ready!" Mr. Weasley's called out in the middle of a play. Penelope thankfully got off her broom and got Jody off, taking Amy from her husband and rushing off. Hermione got off slowly, taking her daughter from Ginny, and following. It was a while until all the girls where inside and had their daughters seated. They placed all of the foods on the table, setting it, and began cooking brownies and pie for desert. They called the boys in and seated the kids by where they wanted them to be. Without saying it, they seemed to sit by ages. Bill was next to his dad and at the end of the table was Ginny.
After dinner, the boys washed the dishes while the girls served the desert on smaller plates and such. In the middle of a pleasant conversation, suddenly a pie landed on Penelope's head, Emma and Roselynn giggling.
"Omigod! My hair! My blouse!" She exclaimed, standing up right away frantically.
"Emma!" Hermione said, noticing that her youngest daughter no longer had her blueberry pie on her plate. Hermione groaned and took her daughter out of the room, setting her in the playpen.
"Oh gosh Penelope! I'm really sorry about that!" Ron said, handing his sister-in-law some napkins. Penelope fumed.
"That little black sheep is a trouble maker! When she gets to Hogwarts, I'm not going to be superset if she's expelled!" Within the second that she had finished, Roselynn flung her pie on her aunt, giggling. Hermione groaned and took the younger one from the room, placing her with her twin. Penelope stomped out of the room and looked at her niece's.
"You two will never amount to anything! You're the only Weasley's in history without red hair which automatically means that you're not a Weasley or you're just a bad egg!" Penelope stormed up to the room she was sharing with her husband and slammed the door. Hermione looked down shamefully and Ron put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"Don't take it to heart, Herm, she didn't mean it. She's just mad. I mean, who's kids could they be?" Ron said, laughing. Hermione nervously laughed and looked away. Ginny noticed this and thought on it for a moment before noticing that her brother was banging on his bedroom door, trying to convince his wife to come out.
Later that night, Hermione sat on the couch looking over an old photo album. It was around midnight and all of the Weasley's and Malfoy's lie asleep above Hermione's head, or so she thought. As she sat there stroking the cheek of a picture of Harry from 7th year, Ginny silently crept down the stairs, making sure she missed the trick and creaky ones she often hit when she was a child. She looked over Hermione's shoulder, watching her smile as she looked at the picture of the famous trio from Hogwarts.
"Hermione." Ginny whispered. Hermione jumped sky high and closed the book, a small squeak escaping from her lips.
"Gin, don't DO that to me!" Hermione scolded in a whisper, a hand over her racing heart.
"Sorry Herm, but I have a question." Ginny said, sitting next to Hermione. She sighed and Hermione looked at her, ready for the question. "Hermione, is there any truth about what Penelope saying that your girls aren't really Ron's kids?" Hermione felt her stomach drop.
-End!!! Well, wha'd ya think? Good, bad? Please say so!!! Thanx for reading! I'll update ASAP!
-Serenity
Hermione and Ron get married after Hermione has twin daughters that they think are his. But when Ginny starts to notice her niece's different physical traits, she begins to wonder if Emma and Roselynn are even Ron's daughter. And what happens when Harry's finally back from the war with Voldemort?
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter one: Ginny's Question
Hermione and Ron Weasley never thought much of their twin daughter's appearances. Both have lovely structured faces like their mother and dark brown eyes that are dark green around the pupils. But that wasn't what was different. It was the fact that Emma and Roselynn Weasley's hair was way different than any child ever born blood into the Weasley family; the had curly, thick, raven black hair that only looked remotely red when the summer and spring sun was on it. They always seemed to stick out when around their red headed cousins.
"Hermione, Ron!" Mrs. Weasley said as she greeted her youngest son and youngest daughter-in-law. Alicia, Angelina, Penelope, Samantha, and Carolina all where at the Burrow with their kids, enjoying a good time with the family. Mrs. Weasley hugged and kissed the two and looked down to see her two youngest granddaughters.
"Hello Roselynn! Hello Emma!" She said happily, picking then up and hugging them. They hugged their grandmother and walked off to go see their cousins. Samantha, Charlie's wife, came to greet her brother-in-law and his wife.
"My, Samantha! You look so tan." Hermione commented as they made their way over to the living room where everyone was seated. Henry, Joshua, and Chris, Sam and Charlie's kids, all run up to go see their aunt. Hermione smiled and hugged her three nephews. Georgina, Torri, and Kyle greeted their aunt next, then Ginny and Draco's Christen, Percy's Jody and Amy, and Bill's Vixie and James.
"Where are Ashley and Jack?" Ron asked, noticing that two kids where missing.
"Out back with Fred. He's getting ready for some Quidditch. How about we get the boys, all of them, out side and us girls and finish dinner." Angelina said from the door way that lead to the back. Ron, Christen, Draco, George, Kyle, Percy, Henry, Joshua, Chris, and Bill all raced out of the house, leaving the girls. Hermione smiled and set Roselynn and Emma at the table between 3-year-old Vixie and 2-year-old Jody, her sister next to her and Georgina on the other side of Vixie. Ashley was carried into the room by her mother and set down by Amy. The oldest of them all, Vixie, took pride in bossing around the younger girls. Jody, who was a year younger, always stood at her right had and Torri, the third oldest at 2 as well, on her right hand.
"So, how have you all been?" Hermione asked as they started dinner.
"Fair. Bill's been so buys but I've been home with Vixie all the time." Carolina said with a grin, washing the lettuce. After her, Ginny washed everything else and handed it to Carolina to cook it. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley senior where in the living room, discussing work. The girls didn't want their help because they say that they've already done enough for the family, so they sent them out there.
"Draco and I hardly see Christen. We're so busy with work that we had to hire a maid to watch him. But when we do get to see him, we enjoy every minute." Ginny said to them, shrugging.
"Ron's always at work as well, but I'm always with the girls. For some odd reason, they seem to want me to not work and be with them all the time in stead of their father." Hermione said, shrugging.
"Really? Dad says that all Weasley men are completely loveable by their kids. That's kinda odd. And Ron's always been the most loveable. All of our cousins love him." Ginny said, looking at the girls.
"Well, I guess it's just a coincidence." Hermione muttered, looking over at her daughters as she helped Penelope and Carolina cut up things for the salad. She signed and after they finished preparing the salad, chicken, potatoes, corn, and vegetables, they took their daughters and walked outside into the summer afternoon and to the boys. They sat down and watched as the boys played, their sons with them on their brooms. Since there were so little boys, they didn't really play a real game, it was kind of like practice. But the boys seemed to enjoy it and the girls loved watching it.
"Hey, I'm beat. Let's give the girls a try!" Ron said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. The boys all landed and carried their sons off, Percy carrying Joshua and Bill carrying Henry for Charlie. The girls just groaned and got onto the brooms. Ginny took Roselynn for Hermione, Hermione holding Emma. The girls soon figured out that there was to many girls to be held while on a broom. They set down Amy and Georgina, the two being the ones who didn't want to play. Besides Angelina and Alicia, the other girls hadn't a CLUE how to play, though Hermione was good anyways.
"Ladies, dinner is almost ready!" Mr. Weasley's called out in the middle of a play. Penelope thankfully got off her broom and got Jody off, taking Amy from her husband and rushing off. Hermione got off slowly, taking her daughter from Ginny, and following. It was a while until all the girls where inside and had their daughters seated. They placed all of the foods on the table, setting it, and began cooking brownies and pie for desert. They called the boys in and seated the kids by where they wanted them to be. Without saying it, they seemed to sit by ages. Bill was next to his dad and at the end of the table was Ginny.
After dinner, the boys washed the dishes while the girls served the desert on smaller plates and such. In the middle of a pleasant conversation, suddenly a pie landed on Penelope's head, Emma and Roselynn giggling.
"Omigod! My hair! My blouse!" She exclaimed, standing up right away frantically.
"Emma!" Hermione said, noticing that her youngest daughter no longer had her blueberry pie on her plate. Hermione groaned and took her daughter out of the room, setting her in the playpen.
"Oh gosh Penelope! I'm really sorry about that!" Ron said, handing his sister-in-law some napkins. Penelope fumed.
"That little black sheep is a trouble maker! When she gets to Hogwarts, I'm not going to be superset if she's expelled!" Within the second that she had finished, Roselynn flung her pie on her aunt, giggling. Hermione groaned and took the younger one from the room, placing her with her twin. Penelope stomped out of the room and looked at her niece's.
"You two will never amount to anything! You're the only Weasley's in history without red hair which automatically means that you're not a Weasley or you're just a bad egg!" Penelope stormed up to the room she was sharing with her husband and slammed the door. Hermione looked down shamefully and Ron put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"Don't take it to heart, Herm, she didn't mean it. She's just mad. I mean, who's kids could they be?" Ron said, laughing. Hermione nervously laughed and looked away. Ginny noticed this and thought on it for a moment before noticing that her brother was banging on his bedroom door, trying to convince his wife to come out.
Later that night, Hermione sat on the couch looking over an old photo album. It was around midnight and all of the Weasley's and Malfoy's lie asleep above Hermione's head, or so she thought. As she sat there stroking the cheek of a picture of Harry from 7th year, Ginny silently crept down the stairs, making sure she missed the trick and creaky ones she often hit when she was a child. She looked over Hermione's shoulder, watching her smile as she looked at the picture of the famous trio from Hogwarts.
"Hermione." Ginny whispered. Hermione jumped sky high and closed the book, a small squeak escaping from her lips.
"Gin, don't DO that to me!" Hermione scolded in a whisper, a hand over her racing heart.
"Sorry Herm, but I have a question." Ginny said, sitting next to Hermione. She sighed and Hermione looked at her, ready for the question. "Hermione, is there any truth about what Penelope saying that your girls aren't really Ron's kids?" Hermione felt her stomach drop.
-End!!! Well, wha'd ya think? Good, bad? Please say so!!! Thanx for reading! I'll update ASAP!
-Serenity