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Chapter 1: The Fight

Ron swiftly deflected a silencing spell that Hermione threw over her shoulder at him. It was a sure sign that an argument had become serious once petty spells were used against one another.

He began to tap his wand into the palm of his left hand as he tried to choose some more suitable words.

"Look, 'Mione, all I am saying is, why should we still be trying to prevent it from happening?"

Hermoine emitted a great sigh, and finally turned to face her husband. Ron took a step back in surprise to see she had begun to cry. He was about to apologize when she regained her composure.

Then, in a voice that was much stronger than he expected hers to be, she had another go at him, "Because, Ronald, I do not believe it is wise to bring a child into the world when both parents are not consenting to the idea."

Unsurprisingly, Ron took great offense to her statement.

"Oh, I get it, so you don't want to have my children then" Ron said, irrationally.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, it's not like I am saying I want to have someone else's children, I simply don't want a child period," She responded coolly, against his anxious demeanor.

"But, WHY?" Ron said, throwing his hands down to the ground. "Harry and Ginny already have James, and they say this is the happiest they have ever been!"

"Okay, I understand, but may I point out that James is also the product of carelessness. Harry said so himself."

"Then why can't we be careless? Don't you want the happiness they have?" Ron said almost begging.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and leaned forward.

"Do I strike you as a careless person Ronald?" She let the question linger in the air before she continued. "Children are not the only thing that brings happiness into a marriage. For instance, becoming pregnant at this juncture in my life would make me, very, unhappy. I am not the type of person to simply forget a contraceptive spell."

"And you won't take into consideration what will make me happy? That doesn't matter to you? I thought that was part of a relationship, doing things for one another!" Almost immediately, Ron regretted what he said.

"Letting you knock me up is not the same as cooking you your favorite meal!" Hermione shouted, as she stood to her full potential.

"Well then what are we doing here? Why did we get married if we didn't want a family together?"

"I don't know, but if children are the only thing that will make you happy then maybe I am not the right woman for you after all."

Silence filled the kitchen they shared, as what Hermione said, seemed to bounce off of every appliance they owned.

After the long silence, and both of their heavy breathing calmed, Ron spoke, "We should have talked about this before we got married."

Hermione only replied with a snort, and then the kitchen was filled with that same echoing silence.

"Well," Ron began, but his wife cut him off, "I am going to Harry's, I can't even think about sharing a bed with you, knowing all you want is to turn it into a big baby making machine."

Ron felt the corners of his mouth twitch up at what Hermione said, but then was filled with a different emotion as he realized she was going to convince Harry to take her side, which inevitably, included Ginny.

"Oh, no you don't," he started, stepping forward, "You can't go run off to use my best mates as a sanctuary."

Hermione turned around to deliver a glare at her baby-crazed husband, she already had her bag slung around her shoulder and a handful of floo in her hand, "Really?" And with that she disappeared into the fireplace.

Ron starred at the fireplace in disbelief, not only that he had obviously lost the argument, but also that Hermione was probably convincing Harry and Ginny that he was off his rocker at this very moment.

He sighed when he realized he probably wouldn't be able to sleep in their potential love nest either. He felt grateful that he had so many siblings to whom he could impose on, even if his delusional wife currently occupied the favored place.

"Well, off to George's," Ron mumbled to Crookshanks. He proceeded to scoop up Hermione's overweight fur ball and flooed over to his second choice in a marital getaway.

The following morning Hermione awoke in a very unfamiliar fashion. Baby James was screaming at the top of his lungs in a very selfish manner. She groaned to herself and buried her head into her pillow to drown out the noise.

She was just thinking that this is exactly why she didn't want to have children when she heard a familiar snort from the doorway. She sneaked one eye open and saw Harry cradling James with a heated up bottle keeping him quiet.

"What?"

"Nothing," he replied smiling, "I just wanted to see what your reaction would be."

"Oh, what my reaction would be to you bringing your homemade alarm clock into my room?" Hermione asked sarcastically.

Harry gave her a perplexed look while still cradling his son, "No, my room," he corrected her, pointing to himself.

"You are welcome to return to your own home anytime you'd like," he added smartly.

Hermione sat up and glanced at her bedside clock and then over to the doorway to see him burping Baby James, "Harry, be supportive," she whined.

Harry chuckled, "I am… of Ron," this made him grin huge as he walked out of the room and left his sister in law, jaw dropped.

Hermione decided to divert her efforts of gaining support to Ginny, whom she hadn't even had the chance to talk to yet. Last night, she after she flooed over, she broke down and just managed to tell Harry the problem before letting herself upstairs and claiming the guest bedroom for herself.

She glared at her traitorous reflection as she twisted her thick mass of hair into a bun. Her red, swollen eyes were proof that she had actually cried herself to sleep over the baby matter. She was about to apply some cream to get rid of the evidence, but decided against it since Harry had already seen her.

Hermione was strategizing how she could possibly convince Ginny to support her decision when Ginny greeted her from the kitchen.

"Well good morning, my stubborn friend," Ginny greeted in the same baby voice she was using to amuse her son in her arms.

Hermione cringed inwardly at the idea of that high-pitched voice ever leaving her own mouth, but greeted Ginny as warmly as possible as she sat at the Potter's table.

"Oh," Ginny began in her normal voice, "and I already talked to Harry, and we are both backing Ron on this, although you are welcome to stay as long as your stubborn ass needs to." Funnily enough, she had managed to revert back to her baby voice to say, "stubborn ass needs to" making it difficult to take Ginny seriously at this point.

"Great, so no one is going to support me, and everyone thinks I'm a selfish wife."

"Okay, I don't remember saying anything like that, I hardly think that me and Harry account for everyone, and you're not a selfish wife.

"I just think, and as rare as it is, that Ron is right."

Hermione snorted, and never let her eyes leave the newest addition to the Weasley family.

Ginny caught this and suddenly felt sympathetic; Hermione was giving her child a very startling look. "Out of curiosity, what brought upon the sudden anti-reproduction thing anyways?"

Hermione replied, but with her eyes still focused on James it looked like she was talking to him, "It wasn't sudden, I never planned on having kids, its just, no one ever asked, I guess. Everyone just assumed I would pop out a bunch of Ron replicas."

Ginny furrowed her eyebrows together in concern for her friend, "Don't you think its weird that you and Ron never talked about it before now, I mean, me and Harry talked about having kids when we were just dating."

"Yes, we really should have talked about it before now, but we didn't, now here we are," Hermione said waving her hands around for emphasis, as if to point out she wasn't in her own home.

"Honestly, James is what brought all this up," she continued, Ginny looked like she was going to object, but didn't get the chance, " Its like it didn't occur to Ron that we should be having kids until his little sister did. Then all of a sudden he went baby crazy. You should have seen his face the last time I preformed a contraceptive spell, I've never seen him so disappointed."

Again Ginny looked like she was going to say something, but didn't get the chance as James spewed up all over the front of her shirt. Hermione looked horrified, and suddenly it occurred to her that Ron wouldn't have stayed at home either, and that he was probably at one of his brothers. Coming to the home of an infant probably wasn't the best idea to escape her baby dilemma. At least it wasn't Ron here, he would have gone even more baby crazy.

The following morning Ron awoke in a very unfamiliar fashion. George's fiancée, Angelina Johnson, was squealing in excitement over something that had arrived in the morning post. Ron groaned and rolled into his pillow to drown out her girlish cries, and was grateful his wife did not know how to make that noise.

Ron heard George shuffle into the kitchen to see what all the racket was about, which only made Angelina more excited. He could literally feel the ground shake as she jumped up and down like a child on Christmas morning.

Ron only opened his eyes when he felt half the couch get weighed down when his older brother sat down with a sigh. "Wedding invitations arrived," he answered to Ron's up-spoken question.

"Well, that would do it," he replied remembering all to well what women were like with wedding preparations. Although he was sure Hermione never did any early morning wake up calls over the invitations.

George and Ron both had to suppress laughs when Angelina's loud squealing was actually drowned out by Mrs. Weasley's excitement through the kitchen floo.

The wedding excitement reminded Ron of what he should have done around this time in his own life. He should have told Hermione right away that he wanted her to have like at least ten of his kids. That way there would have been no confusion.

"George?" He questioned, he better make sure his brother didn't make the same mistake.

"Mmm?"

"Have you and Angelina talked about having kids yet?" George didn't seem surprised by the question because of the given circumstances.

"'Coarse we have, already decided to name the first boy Fred, Angelina's idea actually," George replied pretty proudly at the aspect of his future children.

"I am an idiot, it didn't even occur to me that Hermione wouldn't want kids. Honestly George, it didn't even cross my mind."

George patted Ron's back sympathetically.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

Ron sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, "I have no idea, she is being so selfish, she won't have kids because of her career. What is nine months of pregnancy compared to a lifetime of helping house elves?"

George pondered this for a moment, "Some would consider making little replicas of yourself selfish Ron. Have you actually asked her why she didn't want them, like specifically?"

"I tried, but you know how I am when I am angry, I don't think it came out rationally," he confessed dejectedly. George let out a genuine laugh and clapped his youngest brother on the back once again before rising to help Angelina.

"Talk to her mate, it's the only thing you can do, your not going to be able to force her into this, well, not at least without spending some time in Azkaban," and with that George disappeared leaving Ron to ridiculous idea of "forcing" his own wife to get pregnant.

Ron remained at their home through the day though, Fleur even dropped by to offer help with the wedding preparations, and advice for Ron. She was not surprised that Hermione didn't want children, and went on to call him naïve. He was quick to decide that with the wedding chaos, and empty suggestions that one more night would be all he could stand here before returning and facing the wrath of his wife, that is if she even came back.

A/N: Big thanks goes out to jjgluv for stepping up and being my beta!