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Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, pulling her bushy hair back into a loose ponytail. She felt nauseous and had bags under her worried eyes. Were they ready for this? Even if they weren't, she had to tell him and she had to do it now.
Heading downstairs to the sitting room, Hermione was surprised to hear voices. She tensed briefly before recognising Harry's familiar voice raised in discussion, "Why would he even follow such a slow dive though? It was an obvious attempt at distraction."
"Yeah, but Wallace was best off doing that as otherwise he would be at a disadvantage because – oh, hi Hermione!" Ron gave her an easy smile and look of gentle concern, "We didn't wake you up did we?"
"No, I didn't hear you come in. Was the match good then?"
"Yeah, the Harpies are missing Ginny though. Are you alright?" Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he watched Hermione cross the room to her favourite squashy armchair and sat down stiffly.
"Erm, I have something to tell you both though." Harry would have been told the next time she saw him anyway. Ron leaned forward, looking anxious.
"I'm pregnant."
Silence reverberated around the room. Ron's mouth fell open, he tried to say something but the words stuck and he was left spluttering. Harry laughed and clapped his friend on the back. Turning back to Hermione, he beamed. "That's fantastic news! Congratulations. Ginny'll be thrilled, not to mention everyone else!"
Ron stopped coughing and managed to get the words out, "How long?"
"Four weeks according to the test." Hermione gazed at Ron with a mixture of hope and worry. He moved quickly over to her and kissed her. "You'll be a great mum Hermione, really brilliant."
A few hours later, Harry (under oath not to say a word to anyone) headed home with slightly less trepidation than usual for the welcome he would receive from his restless, bored and heavily pregnant wife. Ginny had tired of maternity leave after just two days. On the third day she set a booby trap for her unsuspecting husband. Harry had had a particularly hard day at the Auror office, trying to follow leads for dark objects and had been looking forward to a relaxing evening when a siren had sounded as he crossed the threshold to his house. The resulting yelp and jump of what Ginny later estimated as twelve feet into the air was followed by Harry drawing his wand and blasting a hole in the staircase. It was only Ginny's laughter that let him know something wasn't wrong. The argument lasted for roughly an hour and had ended with Harry saying if she was going to set booby traps could she try ones that didn't make him think they were under attack. No matter how bad this was, Harry was pretty certain that a pregnant Hermione would be worse for Ron.
Approaching the door, he drew his wand. He stood to the right of the door and pushed it open, when nothing happened, he entered the hallway and crept along. Reaching the kitchen door, Harry took a breath and the leapt in, "HA! Oh, erm, hi Mrs. Weasley, I didn't realise you were here today." He felt himself go red and could see Ginny nearly dying trying not to laugh behind her mum.
"Hello Harry dear. Arthur and George are in the dining room." She could clearly see his urge to escape the kitchen.
"Yes, thank you, I better go and do that." He left the room hurriedly, his head hanging in embarrassment. As he walked across the living room, there was a whistling noise to the left. He turned to look and a pie hit him full in the face. Wiping cream from his eyes, he promised himself to never let Ginny watch muggle comedy shows ever again.
The dining table was full of papers and maps. Arthur and George were discussing one particular map quite intensely but stopped when Harry came in. George laughed uproariously and Arthur had a sympathetic smile and a handkerchief ready.
"Thanks," said Harry, removing the remaining cream from his ear.
"I can see the newspaper now: Harry Potter, saviour of wizard-kind and leading Auror, out-smarted by heavily pregnant wife." George said, as his laughter subsided to a mischievious grin, much like his little sister's.
"Not their catchiest headline, I have to say," Harry replied. "Have we got any further with finding Diggle?"
The former members of the Order had been working hard to track down all missing persons after the war. This had been a tough job but they were down to the last few names - Dedalus Diggle, Frank Westenburg and Barnabus Lyne.
"Yes," said Arthur, "Percy sent a letter from Dartmoor, he and Audrey definitely think there is something hidden there. He doesn't want to do anything though as he's a bit unsure with the dark magic."
Harry frowned in thought. "I think I can get down there tomorrow. I'm meeting with Kingsley in the morning, he'll understand and Sampson will be able to cope without me for an afternoon."
Sampson was the head of the auror office. He was an old Auror who had come out of retirement for Kingsley to help run the Auror office which was in great need of an overhaul. The three began discussing what sort of spells they might have to overcome when Molly called through from the kitchen that dinner was ready. Harry gave a groan of apprehension and hoped that the presence of family would be enough to prevent Ginny spiking the dinner. George heard him and grinned again, "I don't think mum made pie, Ginny goes through them at a surprising rate."