Oliver woke up, smiling down at the Brunnette that occupied the other half of the bed, he kissed her shoulders gently, "Morning, darling."

The woman turned, and smiled at her husband, of seven years, "Good morning, you should get some sleep, Oliver."

"I hardly get to spend that much time with my beautiful wife, and my son, so I plan on taking full advantage of the time I have with you," He ran his fingers through her curly hair, and started kissing behind her ear, as he back was pressed against his chest. He lowered his hand down to her stomach, where there next child rested, "Have I ever told you, how beautiful you are carrying my children?"

She covered his hand, with her's, and smiled at there contact, "You act like you're always out of town, I see you every single evening, and morning, and have the full day with you on the weekends," she smiled as his lips pressed against the back of her neck, "That feels good, Oliver."

"That may be true, but I am usually to tired during the week to even feel like a good husband, and in a hurry in the morning, it's nice not haveing to be anywhere on the weekends, and spening the time with you," He removed the covers from his wife, noticing the clothes she had on, he looked at her puzzled, "You got dress?"

She sat up in bed, and looked at her husband, "We have a five year old, who likes to wake us up in the morning, so I didn't want him to see mommy, and daddy in only the suites they were born in," she leaned down, and kiss her husband, "We're expected at the Burrow tonight."

"Great, I spend everyday with the twins at work in there shop, and on the days I have off, I am invited for dinner with them," He sat on his side of the bed, realizing his bottoms were on him, "You put bottoms on me?"

"It was a hard task," She blushed, "Every time I got them over your ankle, you kicked them off, and tried to reach for me," she laid back down on the bed, resting her hand on her stomach, "Are you happy, Oliver?"

He laid next to his wife, on his side, and stared down at her confused, "What do you mean, am I happy?"

"We got married relatively young, and I sometimes think we never would even had gotten married, if I hadn't gotten pregnant," She turned her face away from her husband.

"Hermione," He cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him, then leaned down and kissed her, "I think we still would had been together, but we wouldn't had moved so quickly with the marraige. You should know, that I loved you, ever sense my seventh year. You were the only girl that didn't pretend to talk about Quiditch, and be a fan to impress me. It was my father who wanted to see me make Quiditch my career, but you helped me see there was more to that, more to me."

FLASHBACK

SIX YEARS EARLIER

It wasthe last day of school, graduation was over, and everyone was at the burrow for a graduation party. Oliver, and Hermione had been dating since her sixth year, and she had just barely given herself to him four months before she graduated, when he came to escort her to there final ball at Hogwarts. The only communication he had with her, was there parchments, back and forth.

He was walking down the hall way, when he noticed Hermione laying on the bed in Ginny's empty room, he leaned in the doorway, "Hey, why aren't you outside having fun?"

Hermione was holding something, staring at it, she quickly hid whatever was in her hand under her pillow, and looked at Oliver, "Oliver, how are you?"

Oliver didn't take much caution to the object in her hand before, intil she quickly tried hiding it from her, he walked into the room, "What are you hiding?"

She sat up, and stared at him, "I am hiding nothing," she lied.

"I saw you put something under your pillow, and unless you tell me what it is, I am going to get it myself," He started towards the pillow.

"Oliver, we're going swimming," Fred was in the doorway now, he noticed Hermione in the bed too, and smiled, "Hey, let's go swimming, Ginny's waiting for you."

Hermione mumbled a quick spell, causing the object under her pillow to disspear, when Oliver wasn't paying attention to her, she smiled at Fred, "Just getting my suit, Fred, thanks."

"I will be down in a minute, need to find my trunks," Oliver watched as his friend left, then turned his attention back to the girl, "What are you hiding?"

Hermione lifted her pillow, "See told you, nothing," she threw it back on the bed, and hurried out of the room.

Oliver sighed, "Hermione," he hurried beside her, "I care about you, and I didn't mean to mistrust you, and think you would actually keep secrets from me, I am sorry," he wrapped his arm around her waist once her caught up to her in the kitchen of the Burrow.

Hermione felt tears in her eyes, feeling guilty about the secret she was trying to keep from him, "Oliver I was hiding something from you-"

Oliver's face turned from apologetic, to betrayed, "I practically tell you I am in love with you, and apologise to you about something that you actually were at fault for," he started to walk out of the house.

"I'm pregnant, Oliver."

Oliver froze in the doorway, when he heard those words, he turned and looked at her, "Your what?"

"I'm pregnant." Hermione looked at him waiting.

END OF FLASHBACK

Hermione leaned in, and kissed her husband, "Here I thought you just wanted me for my body," she teased.

"Well that was a bonus," Oliver winked, before leaning in to kiss his wife.

"Yuck!" A little voice was heard from the foot of the bed.

Hermione sat up, pushing her husband off of her, as she stared at the owner of the voice, "Good morning, young Mr. Wood, come to wake me up?"

"Good morning Jareth," Oliver was grinning, as the five year old climbed on top of his bed, "Did you sleep well?"

Jareth bounced on his fathers lap, causing the older man to graon, he looked at his dad confused, "You okay daddy?"

"Not to worry, boy, wasn't planning on anymore babies," Oliver carefully sat his son beside him, so he wouldn't beable to do any serious damage.

Hermione looked at her husband, with concer as she rubbed his backm resting her head on his shoulder, "You alright darling?"

Oliver kissed his wife's forehead, and smiled, "Not the first time, you know."

"I know," Hermione rubbed her stomach, "Probably won't be the last either."

Jareth gave his parents a puzzled look, then rested his head against his moms stomach, "Hi baby, it's you big brother. I love you baby," he placed a little kiss at his moms stomach, and smiled at his mom, "When is the baby going to come?"

"Five more months, sweety," Hermione climbed off the bed, reach her hand out for her son, "What should we have for breakfast?"

"Oatmeal, with pears," Jareth took his moms hand, and lead her out of the bedroom, and downstairs to the kitchen.

Oliver followed his wife, and the family-jewel-crusher, down to the kitchen, "Where did we leave off at?" He leaned against the counter, as his som sat at the table with his coloring book, and his wife started preparing the five year olds breakfast. "Jareth, boy, I want you to be on your best behavier, when we go see grandma Sarah, or you won't beable to go to the Burrow for dinner tonight."

"Grandma Sarah smells like cat poop," Complained the five year old.

Hermione tried to fight back a giggle, she noticed the corner of her husbands lips twitch into a small smiled, she looked at her son, "Jareth, that isn't nice to say about your father's mother."

"That's what you said mommy," Jareth locked eyes with his mother, then looked at his father, "Daddy say's the same thing."

Oliver shook his head, as he took a seat next to his son, as his wife set the bowl of oatmeal, and pears in front of them for breakfast, "I know I might had said that, but we must never tell your grandma that in person, then we all will be hexed."

"Grandma won't hex mommy," Jareth took a bite of his cerel, "Mommy is holding her next grandchild."

Hermione lifted her tea cup, covering her forming smile, "Just be good, in fact why don't you play the silent game the whole time, nod your head, or shake it when asked something," she patted her sons shoulder.

"Like daddy has me play, when we visit grandpa Robert," Jareth didn't noticed his fathers glare, as he continued eating his breakfast.

Hermione looked at her husband, who shook his head nervously, then back at her son, "Yes, just like that."

LATER ON THE NIGHT

The three arrived at The Burrow, around seven, after visiting grandma Sarah. Laughter of little children were heard all around the property.

"Auntie Mynie! Uncle Oliver!" A six year old, hair full of strawberry blonde locks, came running to the Wood's family, wrapping her arms around Hermione.

Hermione hugged, and kissed the little girl on the cheek, "Zoey, how are you sweety?"

"Mommy, and daddy are in the back of the house, with everybody else," Zoey took Jareth's hand, and lead him quickly to where the other children must had been.

Oliver wrapped an arm around his wife's waist, and lead her through the house, to the back where the rest of the family was. He spotted Fred, and his wife Mandy, with George, and his wife Melody, "Let's go talk to the twins."

Hermione nodded, as she let her husband lead her to where the other two couples were sitting, she took a seat next to Mandy, "Hey, how are you all doing?"

Fred sat down beside his wife, and smiled, "We're doing good, how are you doing?"

Mandy was watching her, and Fred's own four, and five year old playing with Zoey, and Jareth in the grass a little ways away, she looked at Hermione, "Patrick is going through a phase where he follows Claira'Belle all over the place."

Hermione watched as the little brother, kept in line with his older sister, she smiled at Fred, "Can't believe how fast our children are growing."

"I only hope, that Audrey here doesn't grow in a rush," Melody said as she fed a bottle to the one month old.

George was holding there other one month old daughter, "I can't believe how much Audrey, and Kathryn has grown in just a months," he looked at where his mother was sitting with, his expecting little sister Ginny, and her husband Seamus, "I can't believe mom had done this seven times."

Hermione stood back up, kissed her husband, and made her way to where her best friend, and Seamus were sitting, "Zoey has gotten so big Ginny."

Ginny stood, and wrapped her arms around the other expecting mother, "I know I see you almost everyday, when we drop the children off at school, but I am happy to see you," she looked at her husband, "Seamus, get up, and let Hermione have a seat. You're not pregnant, therefore a seat is not a big priority for you," she rubbed her stomach.

"It's alright, I been sitting to much, I like to stretch my legs, besides I still have people to greet," Hermione held her hand up, to keep Seamus, from giving his seat for her.

Seamus rolled his eyes, and smiled at Hermione, "I am going to go see Harry, and Ron," he looked at his wife, "I hope they don't start kissing in front of everyone, it was hard to explain why that wasn't right on so many levels, to my six year old," he kissed his wife's cheek, and made his way to his brother-in-law, and Harry.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "How did I end up with him?"

"You said yes, the first date," Hermione teased, pointing in Zoey's direction.

Ginny smaced her friends arm playfully, "Shut up, I did not sleep with Seamus on our first date."

Hermione stared at her friend, expectantly, "Ginny?"

"It was the third date," Ginny rolled her eyes, as she rubbed her stomach, "I do love him though."

"Hey, how are the two most charming mother-to-be's doing," Oliver came up to the two woman, pulled his wife out of the chair, then sat down, pulling her back onto his lap (carefully.)

Ginny smiled at the couple, "I see you can't leave your wife's side, for more then twenty minutes at a time," she looked at her husband, and waved, when she noticed him smiling at her, "I honestly, never thought I would be happy, never pictured myself being a mother, being raised with so many sibblings, I always told myself I was going to see the world, and be the words best Seeker, that any team could ever have."

Hermione looked at her husband, who had the same expression as Ginny, on his own face, "Well sometimes life seems to care more about what we need, then what we want. We may not know we needed the things, life deals us, intil after we have it," she rested her head against her husbands shoulder, "I wouldn't trade anything, for the life I have right now, I love everything I have."

Oliver pressed a kiss to his wife's forehead, and smiled, "Neither would I."

Ginny watched as Zoey made her way, to her mom, "Hey princess," she opened her arms to the six year old, who was in tears, "What happened?"

"Claira told me I was a ugly dummy," Zoey cried into her moms shoulder.

Oliver reached out his hand to the six year old, who was crying, and cupped her chin, "Zoey, dear, look at me," he waited until the child finally looked at him, he smiled at her, "Don't tell you cousins this, or," he looked at his wife, and then back at the little girl, gesturing for her to lean in closer to him, "You can't tell you-know-wich-aunt, what Iam going to tell you."

Zoey nodded her tear streaked face, as she leaned in closer to Oliver, "I won't tell."

Oliver pretended to cover his wife's ears, as he looked at the Six year old, "I think you are one of the more prettiest, smartest, little girls in all the world."

Zoey beamed, she jumped off her moms lap, hugged Oliver, and hurried back to where the other children were playing, "YOU'RE A LIAR CLAIRA'BELLE, UNCLE OLIVER SAID I WAS THE PRETTIEST, SMARTES GIRL IN ALL THE WORLD, SO THERE!"

Oliver covered his face in embarrasment, as all the other adults laughed at the little girls spilled secret, "She's not a goof secret keep, is she?"

Ginny giggled, "No she is not."

Hermione kissed her husbands cheek, and smiled, "That was nice of you."

"Well she is yoru godchild, so I can't let her go around thinking the opposite of what I told her," Oliver smiled at his wife.

"Thanks, Oliver, breaks my heart everytime she cries," Ginny patter Oliver's shoulder, as she made her way to where her twin brothers were.

Hermione pulled off of her husbands lap, and sat next to him on the bench, "You're wonderful you know that?"

"Yeah, I know, still nice to hear it once in a while," Oliver teased, as he pulled his wife closer to his side, and started kissing her.

"Is that all you guys ever do?"

The couple parted lips, and looked at the source of the voice.

Hermione smiled, "Harry, Ron, how are you two doing?"

"Aopparently, we have been threatened by my family, and the other guests," Harry said with a smirk.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Yes, apparently if Harry, and I are caught kissing by anyone here, we will be hexed."

Oliver looked at the guys, "You do know the reason of that, it has nothing to do with the gender of partner you have for a relationship. It is thae fact, that alot of us here have curius children, and it gets hard explaining why Uncle Ron, has his tongue down Uncle Harry's throat," he looked at his wife, who nodded in agreement.

Harry nodded, understanding, "That would be hard, wouldn't it?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes, it is hard explaioning that bit of information to a five year old boy, who asks questions all the time."

"Wonder where he gotes that from?" Ron mumbled.

Oliver gave Ron and amused look, when he noticed his wife blush at the last comment, "I always thought asking questions was a good thing."

Harry looked at Hermione, then at Oliver, "Puddlemere is holding additions next week," he was bouncing in his heel, with the excitement of the news.

Oliver glared at the boy-who-lived, "I know, and I am not trying out," he was hoping it sounded natural, and not forced, he looked at his wife, "I think dinner is about ready?"

Hermione nodded, as she let her husband lead her to where a long bench full of family and friends were gathering to eat, she stopped him before reaching the table, "Oliver?"

Oliver turned, and looked at his wife, already knowing what she was going to say, "Hermione, don't go worrying yourself over this, I don't want to play Quidditch, and I don't feel like I am missing anything," he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, and leaned down to kiss her.

"Yuck!" Jareth made himseld known.

Oliver turned, and swooped the five year old up in his arm, placing a kiss to the side of the boys head, "Yuck! You kiss your mother to, you know Mr. Wood?"

"She's my mommy," Jareth pointed out, as if that was a self explained in it's self.

"Well she was daddy's wife, before your mommy," Oliver shifted his son in one arm, as he wrapped the other arm around his wife's shoulder, leading them both to the bench.

Jareth rolled his eyes, "So what, daddy, she's still my mommy. You can't kiss her no more."

Hermione took a seat beside Ginny, while Oliver sat beside her, and Jareth squeezed between his parent, she automatically started feeling a plate for her son, "What if mommy wants to kiss daddy goodnight?"

Jareth seemed to be thinking about his mothers question, he eyed his fatherm, "That's okay."

"What if I just feel like giving your mom a kiss because I love her, like I do you?" Oliver filled a glas of juice for his son.

"You don't kiss mommy, on the side of her head," Jareth looked at his father.

Hermione giggled, as she handed the plate to her son, then one in front of hers, "So is it okay if daddy kisses the side of my head?"

Ginny started giggling by this point, "I had this same discussion with Zoey, about two weeks ago."

Jareth once again eyed his father, before answering his mother, "That's okay, too."

"Good now eat," Oliver said before eating his own food.

Hermione looked at her friend, "Just think, four, to fivew years from now we'll be having the same discussion with our new little ones."

"Mommy?" Jareth tugged at his mothers sleeve.

Hermione wrapped an arm around her sons waist, and smiled at him, "Yes, baby?"

Jareth patted his mothers stomach gently, "How did the baby get in your tummy?"

Oliver choked on a piece of meat he had just put in his mouth, causing George, who was next to him pound on his back harder then neccessary, he blushed when he noticed all eyes on his family, 'Merlin, why couldn't he ask in private, better yet ten years from now?' he asked himself.

"Hermione, I believe your son asked you a question," Teased Fred, from where him and Mandy sat across from her.

Hermione shot Fred an annoyed look, then turned to her son, "Becasue that is where babies grow safely, until they come out into the real world," she pressed a kiss to the side of her sons head.

"How, did it get in you tummy though?" Jareth looked at his father, "Why can't daddy have a baby in his tummy?"

Oliver once again choked, he looked at his son, "Because boys weren't meant to have babies, only woman can."

George nodded, as he looked at the five year old, "Babies get into there mommy's tummies, playing alot of grown up games alone," he winked at the other adults, who's attention were on him.

Oliver elbowed his friend in the ribs, and mumbled, "Thank, that just caused him to think of more questions."

"Yeah, now all the children are going to want to know more," Ginny said annoyed at her husbands response.

Claira'Belle cleared her throat, something she always did when she wanted attention on herself, she looked at Jareth, "Your mommy, and daddy, had sex, and that is how the baby got in her tummy," she looked at her dad, "That's what you told me right daddy?"

Even george shot his brother a glare, "You told you five year old about, s-e-x?"

"What else am I suppose to tell her, she walked in on us," Freds cheeks flushed a little, usually one to enjoy the attention, but saying this attention was based on his personal, behind bedroom door stuff, he didn't really appreciate it.

"Ever heard of charming your door, so things like that doesn't happen?" George asked, as if he was talking to someone who couldn't really think so quick.

"Mommy, is there any cake?" Jareth asked, as to everyone elses relief.

All the adults were much to happy to change the topic.

A/N: I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS STORY, IT'S MY FIRST OW-HG PAIRING. PLEASE REVIEW, AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I APOLOGISE FOR ANY MISPELLED WORDS THERE MIGHT POSSIBLY BE.

Hermione and Oliver Wood- Son- Jareth Lestat Wood (5)

Ginny and Seamus Finnigan- Daughter- Zoey Rose Finnigan (6)

Mandy and Fred Weasley- Daughter- Claira'Belle Weasley (5), Son- Patrick George Weasley (4)

Melody and George Weasley- Daughter(s)- Audrey Marie Weasley (1mths), Kathrym Autumn Weasley (1mths.)

That is all the children mention so far in this chapter, I will list the others when mentioned in the chapters to come.