"Ron?"

Ron bounded up from his chair in his office and rushed out to the living room, where Hermione was standing, still looking a bit nervous like before.

"Hermione," he sighed, pulling her into a hug. "You've had me a bit on edge since you left. Care to tell me what the bloody hell is bothering you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes but sat down on their couch and indicated that he should take a seat too.

"Well, yes, I do care to tell you," replied Hermione, taking a deep breath. Ron waited. Seconds ticked by.

"Hermione," Ron said impatiently, "are you going to tell me or-"

"Ron, what's your favorite thing about me?" Hermione interrupted. Ron's face went blank with surprise.

"Well," he said hesitantly, "you know that there isn't just one thing I love about you. I would say I love how beautiful you are, your intelligence, your courage, your caring for others, and probably most of all, I love your bushy brown hair," he finished, reaching out to stroke Hermione's hair. She nodded, not looking like she really listen, but just wanted him to say it out loud.

"And my favorite thing about you," she said," is your loyalty. I love how you put others before you, how you're willing to do anything for the people you love, your caring for those you love, your tenderness, and I'm also a huge fan of red hair, blue eyes, and freckles." She reached out to brush his cheek, where there were a noticeably large amount of freckles.

"What are you trying to say?" Ron asked.

"Well, imagine combining all of those things we said," Hermione said slowly, "and imagine all of those features in one person. Wouldn't they be absolutely perfect?"

Ron nodded, suspicious.

"Ron, would you believe me if I told you that such person exists?" she asked him, looking deep in his eyes, "and that they're right in this room. Right here," she said, putting his hand on her stomach.

It took Ron a second to realize what she was saying, and when she did, his eyes widened in shock. Then his face broke out into a huge grin.

"Hermione, are you telling me that I'm going to be a father?" he exclaimed, looking like her couldn't decide if he should cry or laugh with joy. She nodded, tears already flowing down her face.

He suddenly stood up and hugged Hermione close to him, spinning her around.

"I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be the father of the brightest witch or wizard of their age! I can't believe it!" he started laughing, still spinning Hermione as she laughed with him. When he set her down on the couch again, he put his ear on her stomach.

"Can't hear nothing yet," Ron announced, disappointed. Hermione laughed and patted his head.

"Don't worry Ron," she assured him. "It's barely a few weeks old. Soon, you'll be able to hear them yelling goodbye on the Hogwarts Express. Until then, how about we go tell the rest of the family?"