TRIANGLE, SQUARE, LINE, PENTAGON, HEPTAGON

Author's Note: I don't own any of the characters.

The Peak

Hermione Granger was anything but lazy, however on such a sunlit and peaceful Saturday morning there was nowhere else in the world that she would rather be than sitting at home in the chair by the fire that Ron loved to occupy so often. These days she spent as much time at home as she could, though she went into work often enough so that her career wouldn't suffer and she still felt fulfilled. Though she loved her work it just hadn't felt comfortable for months. She would often become agitated at work until she'd felt that she was nearly to the point of snapping. Her answer would be to return home and not touch anything work related until she absolutely had to. She'd never really been one to love cooking and cleaning, as she'd never been terribly good at the former and often found that the latter got her into trouble with her fellow students. It wasn't that she had no ambition but just found that she'd had more than her fair share of what some would call fun and excitement over the years with Ron and Harry that she had had her fill thank you very much.

Though in her and Ron's house, affectionately called the Peak due to the fact that it was built on the highest point of ground for several miles and reminded them both of Gryffindor tower back at Hogwarts. The top room of the turret in back so closely resembled the Astronomy tower that George had joked that it hadn't been part of the original plans for the house but that Hermione just couldn't fully divest herself from their old school and had to take a piece of it with her. Percy had helped her fill the library out with a well-rounded selection of books so that she wouldn't have to go anywhere else to find something to read, and when children came along they would be ready for that as well. In the end Hermione was happy with the house just as long as it didn't in any way, shape, or form bear any resemblance to Malfoy Manor, a building that still appeared in her nightmares from time to time.

On this such day she was glad to not have to work as she had not been feeling well lately, though neither had Ron or the kids, so she had guessed that she had caught whatever it was that they had come down with. To that end she had asked Ron to take the children outside and play, one of their favorite activities, as so far none of their children seemed to like to stay inside and read, a fact that she truly hoped would change with their next child. On that subject both she and Ron were in agreement about waiting a few more years while Harry and Ginny were trying for baby number two, making it hard for Hermione to not want another baby sooner.

"Are you two ever going to wallpaper that spare bedroom or not," Ginny asked softly with a calm smile on her face as she adjusted her seat in her chair and turned her gaze back to Hermione.

"Maybe someday, right now we just use that room to put up the kids art, little Roger loves to draw and Elizabeth and Alexandra just love their finger-paints…I try to limit that as every time that they use those paints I have to spend like a bloody hour using cleaning charms to get all of the paint off of the walls and furniture," Hermione lazily replied with a yawn and small shrug as she shifted her position in her chair as she began to find it increasingly impossible to get comfortable even though she had always loved that particular chair.

"Yet further proof that my git of a brother is their father…though I still have no bloody clue where they got that hair of theirs, they don't even look like Weasley's with that practically white hair…it's only blonde in winter, I don't think that there's been a blonde on either side of my family as far back as anybody can remember," Ginny could only chuckle back through her words as she smiled warmly at the obvious discomfort that Hermione was going through at remembering just how many times that she'd had to clean up her children's messes, regardless of which one of them had been doing the parenting that night.

"I know, when people see us out as a family we've gotten some pretty strange looks…and I've heard people wondering if they're even really our kids…like I can ever forget the sixteen long hours of labor it took to bring them into this world even if I wanted to," Hermione let out with an unhappy sigh as she began to vividly recollect the many times that people had either come up to their table and said how great it was to adopt children after the war before she'd very nearly chipped a tooth or two in the attempt to keep her composure and not snap back at them for their errant assumption.

"Didn't you almost break Ron's hand and make that new healer cry before your mother got there," Ginny continued quickly a she could see that the topic was a bit sensitive to Hermione and so she changed the subject to one that she hoped would be a little lighter for them both to talk about.

"Heh…it wasn't that bad Ginny…besides we were already in St. Mungo's so…," Hermione snickered back before she made a point of fake sighing and smiling warmly as she shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in her chair.

"Yeah, Harry spends so much time with James that I think that he's trying to make up for all of the lost time that he missed with his father…git spends more time with James than he does with me," Ginny somberly nodded as she admitted something that she had become more and more worried about over the last several months before grimacing at the end and causing Hermione to frown in concern.

"It has to be rough for him, but at least he has Grandpa and Grandma Weasley to help when you need them…but speaking of help, any luck with…," Hermione calmly answered with her voice full of concern and compassion as she slid forward out of the chair and stood up only long enough to bridge the space between the two chairs before she gave the anxious redhead a quick and supportive hand on her shoulder.

"Not yet, hey…Harry and I don't have the luck of George thinking it'd be a laugh to spike the drinks at the Christmas party at Grimmauld Place, before we had even graduated…you and Ron got so drunk that you probably couldn't have cast the right charms anyway," Ginny nervously shook her head, unintentionally showing Hermione her true mood, before she then instantly brightened up as the memories of the party held that cold winter night sprang back into her mind and she just couldn't help herself while Hermione sat back down into her chair.

"I know that Ron certainly was but I…," Hermione scoffed heartily with an all too proud of herself expression with her lower lip jutting slightly out as to Ginny she seemed to try to appear as if the whole idea of even drinking was so foreign to the bushy haired brunette that anything more was just a crazy idea.

"We heard you from the attic all the way down in the kitchen, I think the bloody Queen heard you two," Ginny laughed off heartily as she made it a point to look Hermione right in the eye and revel in every single second of the older woman's embarrassment while thinking about her next attack before the brunette stepped back into the conversation.

"Well it all worked out in the end as we ended up with my beautiful baby boy nine rather turbulent months later, thankfully the school term was over before I got too big to get through the portrait hole," Hermione admitted with a tired smile as she threw her hands up in mock defeat, palms to the sky, as she leaned back in her chair and then took a deep breath, glad that things had worked out as they had, feeling that she had been very lucky in that respect.

"Yeah, thankfully Ron and Harry were there to help me with all of your cravings…even the weird ones…and the fact that you and Ron were Head Boy and Head Girl certainly didn't hurt either," Ginny pointed out with a good natured laugh as she tiredly remember the number of times that the three of them had nearly run themselves ragged in their attempts to fulfill Hermione's latest craving. Ron had quickly become so familiar in the kitchens for that reason that by the end of term the house elves had gotten so upset at being interrupted at all odd hours that they'd assigned one of their number to follow Hermione around all day from a safe distance so that when a craving would hit it made everything that much easier.

"Well it just made being alone that much easier, and it was a big blessing to be able to get away from all of those gossips that followed me around everywhere," Hermione acknowledged with another small sigh as she turned her head and glanced out of the window, almost as if she were trying to catch a glimpse of Ron out in the yard with the children.

"But how did Ron get Peeves to leave you alone," Ginny asked as she gave voice to a question that had pestered her over the years as each and every previous time that she had tried to get it answered Ron would just blush and grin.

"Well…," Hermione drawled out as suddenly she appeared to be on the verge of spilling some long kept secret but was battling with herself on whether to actually spill the beans or not, thankfully in her mind Ron cut in and did it for her.

"We told everybody we paid him off…but really Neville and I stuffed him into the Vanishing Cabinet, you know the one that Fred and George…," Ron let out with a dopey and cheesy grin spread fully across his face from one ear to the other as he used his knee to shove the front door open and stride into house with the children in tow. Hermione couldn't help but smile and fight back tears at the sight of her husband and her children. Ron stood in the doorway with Roger on his back and the little boys arms wrapped tightly around his father's neck, all the while grinning with an almost demonic level of delight while his identical twin sisters looked to be having the time of their lives from their spots under each of Ron's arms as they seemed to thoroughly enjoy Ron lugging them around like dead weight.

Possessing the same zeal for life that their father had was something that while Hermione loved about her children the fact was something that made getting them ready for bed often a chore. It was obvious that they had been roughhousing out in the yard somewhere as all seemed to be sweaty and dirty. Ron had grass stains on his knees, the girls had grass stains on their pretty blue dresses and from what she could see Roger had blades of grass all up in his unruly hair, which at the moment closely resembled the look of his father's mane.

"Neville, but he," Ginny mumbled while looking more than a bit surprised and confused as she started to get out of her chair but then sank back down into it as Ron walked up closer to them and tried to calm his breathing a bit.

"He really wanted to help and if memory serves Harry said that he had rounds with a certain someone," Ron shrugged in reply with a somewhat embarrassed smirk and rolling of his eyes as he tried to sound and appear as if Neville's assistance was just something that had been a foregone conclusion, all before aiming a sly wink at his little sister.

"Mum…mum…mum," Roger pestered softly at first before his voice rose noticeably with each reiteration as he raced across the room and hopped up onto the chair before finally settling himself in it beside Hermione.

"Yes honey, what is it," Hermione asked softly with her warmest smile as she happily gazed down at her curly haired son and playfully tugged a few blades of grass out of his hair and then stuffed them in her pocket with the intent on throwing them away the next time that she was next to a trash bin.

"I picked a flower for you," Roger very proudly proclaimed with as big of a smile as Hermione had ever seen him wearing as he lifted up a single rose and presented it to her as if it were his greatest prize.

"I see, thank you…Ron, I thought I told you to keep the children out of my roses," Hermione replied as she did her best to answer as calmly as she could, not letting Roger see how upset she truly was, before lifted her head and sent an angry glare at her husband across the room.

"You did, but it's almost impossible to keep track of all three of them when they take off in totally different directions at the same time and want you to see something that they've found, besides…it's better than him taking apart your computer for the fifth time or," Ron admitted, a bit sheepishly with a blush fully across his face, as he let go of his twin daughters and hoped that Hermione wouldn't immediately notice that they were both barefoot and that he'd left their socks and shoes out in the yard again.

"Alright Ron I understand," Hermione slowly nodded her head back with a slightly forced smile as Ginny watched them both with some confusion, silently wondering what had happened to two of her best friends, guessing that marriage and parenthood had dampened there often explosive chemistry or at the very least the lack of Death Eaters jumping out of every nook and cranny and the knowledge that they were in love had drained away much of the causes of their rows.

"Aunt Ginny," Both Alexandra and Elizabeth squealed in delight and joy as they sprinted away from Ron and clambered up onto the chair that Ginny was setting in and combined to give her as strong of a hug as their combined little arms were capable of.

"Hello girls, my how you've grown," Ginny exclaimed as loudly as she dared while throwing her arms around two of her favorite nieces and giving them both as strong of a hug as she dared given that the two were only about four years old.

"We wanna go swimming," Alexandra and Elizabeth exclaimed together in almost total unison, an annoying habit that Hermione had always found a bit disturbing, as they then began to bounce up and down on Ginny's lap, with one looking up at Ginny and the other turning to grin gleefully at Hermione.

"I'm sorry but you can't, lunch is less than an hour away and we're not eating outside again, if you three go swimming now you'll never want to come in and eat, maybe we can go after your nap," Hermione cautioned with what she hoped was an expression that would let her children down easily while still looking like she was the one in authority in the house.

"But," Roger pouted just like Ron would when he really wanted something Hermione acknowledged as she did her best not to break into a smile at her son and ruin the illusion that he hadn't had her wrapped around his little finger from the very day that he had been born, just like his sisters.

"Daddy," Alexandra moaned with tears welling up in her little eyes as she turned her head and looked right at Ron, knowing full well that she could almost always get him to cave in if she deployed her current tactic, even as young as she was.

"I'm sorry luv but you're mum's right, besides it'll probably take me that long to clean up our fun from this morning," Ron replied cheekily with one hand on his hip and the other on the back of his neck as he nervously scratched back there and tried to hope that Hermione didn't push that little slip of the tongue.

"Do I even want to know," Hermione groaned tiredly with her eyes closed as she slowly shook her head before she dropped it into her hands and Roger, for his part, nervously patted her on the top of her head with his hand and wondered why she was sad.

"Er…probably not, you should probably just be glad that the house is still standing," Ginny chuckled as she flashed her big brother a dirty little grin before Hermione picked her head back up and cut in.

"Speaking of which Ron you should probably get them washed up for lunch…and don't give me that look it'll probably take you that long with our kids," Hermione commented softly after taking a deep breath and smiling sweetly at her son and twin daughters before she gave Ron a less than pleased glare.

"Thanks luv…come on you lot let's go get you cleaned up," Ron weakly smiled back at his wife before he turned to his children and gave his head a little jerk towards the bathroom before they piped back up.

"But daddy," All three of their little cherubs cried out in unison as they slid off the chairs and walked up to Ron, all looking expectantly as if their combined efforts could get him to change his mind. When that didn't work their little shoulders slumped down along with their heads and they began to trudge off towards the bathroom, leaving Ginny and Hermione alone in the living room.

"Do you want to stay for lunch, I made so much that there should be enough for you to have plenty, the girls don't usually eat very much," Hermione said softly with a slightly worried look to her face as she scooted to the front of her chair and then tried her best to smile warmly at her sister-in-law as Ron deftly kept his son from scurrying back outside.

"Eh no thanks, I was going to pick up something to make for supper but I think that what I ate for breakfast didn't agree with me because my stomach doesn't feel right," Ginny answered a bit grumpily as her stomach suddenly gave a little lurch and her good mood quickly faded away and she didn't feel much like spending the next few hours shopping for food.

"You could say here if you're not feeling good, we've got the room," Ron offered from the doorway as he finally managed to get all three of his children to head off down the hallway towards the bathroom before his little sister had to speak.

"Thank you for the offer but…eep," Ginny remarked kindly as she did her best to smile before her eyes grew wide and her cheeks bulged. Seconds later she leapt up out of the chair and raced out of the house, only making it to the flower beds outside before throwing up.

"Ginny are you…bloody…out of the way," Hermione started to wonder aloud with a clear look of concern before she felt sick to her stomach and she flashed across the living room towards Ron and the kids.

"Look out," Ron exclaimed as he yanked their children out of the way just as Hermione raced past and fled into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. "Luv, are you okay," Ron fearfully asked through the door as he used his body to keep the trio from the door as he could hear his lovely wife losing her lunch inside.

"What do you…urp…think," Hermione forced herself to shout as quickly and as loudly as she could before she flung herself back at the toilet and lost the next few moments to anything and everything that wanted to come up doing just that.

"Bloody hell…not this again," Ron weakly mumbled to himself as he rolled his eyes and slumped back up against the wall on the other side of the bathroom, making sure though to keep a firm grip on the children so that they didn't try to see how Hermione was doing.

"Buddy well, buddy well, buddy well," Alexandra and Elizabeth suddenly started to shout at the tops of their little lungs with devilish grins of delight on their little faces while bouncing up and down as much as they could before Roger positioned himself on Ron's lap and leaned into Ron's face, finally stopping when the tips of their noses were touching and both of their visions went a little blurry.

"Ronald Weasley…don't you dare teach them to…urp," Hermione screamed back through the door as best that she could before she was resigned to other duties as another wave hit her and cursing was the very last thing on her mind. Outside in the hallway Ron's only comfort was that he wasn't going to go through the next nine months by himself in having a pregnant wife as he could hear Ginny getting sick out near the flower beds.

END OF TRIANGLE, SQUARE, LINE, PENTAGON, HEPTAGON

Author's Note: I always thought that Ron and Hermione should have had more than two children. Seven was to many for them but five was about right, as I don't think that they would have waited so long to have kids after putting their lives on hold for so long to help Harry. I thought that it sounded like something George would do in spiking the punch at a party. Hermione is pregnant with Rose and Ginny with Albus. As for the twin girls and their hair color I know that it's odd, which would lead to people wondering if Ron and Hermione really were their parents, but it's not all that strange really. The color yes but on a personal note my family is made up of those that have dark brown to black hair and when I was born I came into the world as blond as the day is long. In Summer my hair would get bleached until it was almost white, then I hit middle school and it changed to the brown that it is now, and the only other close to blond in the family is my dad's sister and hers is a dirty blonde. I named the kids by combining the names of Ron and Hermione's fathers for their son, I used Roger for her dad as no official name is given in the books, and as for the twins names I just used the names for them that I had thought that I'd use if I ever had two daughters. As always reviews are greatly appreciated and questions are also welcome.