Chapter 1
A/N: ok, this is my first fanfic. So, please review! thnxx and enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
Hermione burst noisily into the kitchen of the little cottage. She clutched her stomach, worried thoughts racing through her mind. Her forehead creased as she noticed the freckled, red-headed man sitting at her-THEIR- kitchen table. However, this morning, Hermione was slightly wary approaching him, much unlike their usual routine, as she remembered the task ahead.
"Ron..." she called.
"Mmm?"
"I-I don't know how to say this..."
"What is it? You can tell me." Ron said, while spreading butter on a piece of toast. Rather, he pointed his wand at the knife, which was spreading butter on his toast.
Hermione gulped. "I-I'm...I'm pregnant."
There were a few moments of silence between them. Then suddenly...
"WHAT??!"
Hermione cringed. "Well, I thought you would take it a little better than that...."
"No, no...I-" Ron gathered himself. "That's great!" He chuckled.
"...Really?" Hermione asked, unsure what to make of his response.
"Yes! Really. I think that we are both ready. And weren't you saying just the other day how you wanted-"
"Yes, yes, I know..." Hermione cut him off. She remembered that discussion very vividly. It had been about this very matter-having a baby. What it would mean for them. But although she was now pregnant, it did not mean that she was ready to be proved wrong easily. Even to her husband.
"Well...do you suppose that we should tell mum?" Ron questioned, ridding Hermione of her thoughts.
"Yes. That would probably be a good idea...she'll want to know as soon as possible."
Ron grabbed her hand and together, they apparated to the burrow.
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Pop! As suddenly as ever, the two of them were suddenly standing among what appeared to be dozens of red-heads, crowded in a cozy room filled with mix-matched furniture. Hermione glanced around, taking in the familiar flowered wallpaper, and the worn wizard chess set cast aside on the scuffed coffee table.
"Oh, my!" Came a sudden cry. Hermione spun around, to face Mrs. Weasley herself. Hermione felt her face break into a wide grin.
"G'morning, mum." Ron said, his voice muffled in Mrs. Weasley's embrace.
"Oh, and dear Hermione, too!" she smiled, pulling Hermione in for a hug.
She released the couple, to look them up and down.
"Tsk, tsk. Has he been feeding you?" Mrs. Weasley asked Hermione.
Hermione laughed, "Oh, yes, I'm fine, I assure you."
Suddenly, Ron and Hermione were surrounded by everyone. They were all talking so fast, it was difficult to understand any of it.
"How have you been?"
"It's good to see you!"
"Everything alright?"
She heard Ron laughing as he yelled, "ENOUGH!"
When at last, all was quiet, he called, "We have a bit of an announcement. Hermione, would you like to tell them?"
She was taken slightly aback by this. She had not been expecting to do this right away, but, then, she supposed it was what they came here to do...Hermione arranged her face into what she hoped was a happy, delighted expression and said, "We are having a baby!"
All calmness abandoned, the room erupted into cheers and shouts.
Ginny and Harry pushed their way up to the couple.
"We're so happy for you!" Ginny exclaimed. She was holding a small, black haired bundle that Hermione knew to be James, Ginny and Harry's son. Lily trailed behind them.
"That's so great! You guys will be fantastic parents." Harry grinned, his jet-black hair looking more tousled than ever.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. It would be okay. At least, everyone else seemed to think so. Having a baby would be a good thing.
Then, George came towards them with Angelina. They both wore big smiles, and Angelina was cradling a small, freckle-faced boy.
"Fred!" Hermione grinned at the baby in Angelina's arms. Little Fred was just a year old. However, George seemed to have another matter on his mind. He asked the one question that Hermione had completely forgotten.
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
