AN: Proof that English teaches aren't out to get you: They nominate you for national writing stuff!

Right now the story is set in July. And it is still pretty awkward on doing research on pregnancies. A friend of mines gave me the weirdest look when I was telling her about it. Thanks again to anyone who left reviews and added it to their favs and alerts.

A hint about the name, just say it out loud. I have a thing for etymology (but I stink at leaning languages). Now for some Weasley and Trio love. Sorry that it's short, but midterms are coming up.

(Fringe finale is on tonight. I may die a slow and painful death)

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I am an American brunette. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling

Title: Prae Gnasci: Third Month

Word Count: 2K

Summary: "Almost makes you wish Snape was still around to see this." It makes sense that the firstborn of a Potter and Weasley could wreck havoc even from inside the womb. Sequel to Warmth of the Sun.

It was too bloody hot.

Halley groaned and rolled to her side, trying to find some equilibrium with the stifling heat and off-centre weight. Gabriel's hand twitched under her, the rest of him shivering from the multiple castings of the Cooling Charm. His snores continued. The old shirt that Halley was wearing felt too thick for this weather. She was told that it was brutal to be pregnant in the summer, but now it felt like another type of torture. She was constantly tired and moody, and she lost count at all the times she almost snapped at poor Teddy.

Glaring at her midsection, Halley shifted so that she was in upright position. She laid a hand over the thicker waistline. "You may be such an adorable bugger," she said. "But you have to give me some peace."

Getting out of bed, Halley shuffled over to the closet and fished through the racks to find something more suitable. Looking at the clothes reminded her that she needed to buy some maternity clothes soon. She wasn't looking forward to it due to her distaste in shopping.

In the far corner, carefully tucked away, was a nightgown that she rarely wore. It was thin, just what she was looking for, but… She sighed in defeat and pushed her husband's shirt over her head. She struggled to get the thin material on her and shivered at the cool touch. Then Halley crawled back into bed and over the covers.

Gabriel's snoring faltered and she could feel him stirring. His fingers traced the thin strap and moved over to her back to draw nonsense designs. "Pretty…" he mumbled. He curved against her back, skimming a hand over her hip. "Like."

Halley nudged him away. She knew that they were both too tired to do anything, and the last thing she needed was more warmth. A cold shower actually seemed pleasant for once. "You're too hot."

"Are you mad?" he scoffed. "It's bloody freezing in here. I thought I saw my breath." He tugged on the sheets to cover him up more. "Do they teach you that in training? Freeze the room to below-insanity and wear the skimpiest nightdress to torture your exhausted husband?"

"I got top marks in that."

She woke again to hear words being whispered in her ear. "Happy birthday…" The words startled her, making her twist under sweaty sheets. Somehow she had gotten under them, but at least the heat stilled.

"Gah! Ah…" Halley's conscious woke up and she saw Gabriel's face hovering over hers. His smile was sleepy and lazy, his eyes moved to soak in her sleepy, ruffled appearance. She stretched her arms out, trying to wake up more. "Really? Today?"

"That's it, I'm getting you a calendar for your birthday next year." He lowered his mouth and pulled her into a slow kiss. The rest of her birthday present came soon after that.

"She's a jolly good fellow! Oh, she's a jolly good fellow—" Rory's attempt of singing was cut off when someone elbowed her. The shock almost made her drop the present. She turned to glare at her brother. "Sod off and let me congratulate Halley on getting old."

The Burrow was cleaned up for that day, the garden was cleaned, chickens hushed away, and small, gold-red decorations hanging from the trees and the rafters of the house. They were all there for the small party. There was the entire family, Nellie and Hans Abbott, Luce and his girlfriend Rosel, Hagrid, and the DA. It was the original intention for it to be surprise party, but Hector pointed out what happened the last time. A repetition would have been a bad idea. The cake didn't survived that encounter.

"You'll be adding more years on everyone with that voice." Gabriel placed a hand over his forehead and pretended to die from the thought. He staggered and continued to play out his mock-death scene. "It's getting darker and darker…"

Rory glared and then laughed as he almost toppled into the cake that Mum was holding. "Gabriel Arthur Weasley!" She scolded while Rory was laughing harder. Her son snapped into a standing position and jumped back. "Now is not the time to regress into a teenager."

"Oh, look!" He drew the glare and attention awake as he pointed at a different direction. "I think that's Luce. I should go ask him how Sweden was." He then ran.

"Ask him about Snorlacks!" Rory said.

"Honestly," tutted Mum. She turned sideways to Rory. "I swear that they take ages to mature."

"What about Dad, then?"

Her mum's face turned red and she used the cake to hide the rest of her expression. "Well, your father is special."

Hector handed her another plate of cake. "You're worst than Rory and Victoire."

Halley raised an eyebrow. "Watch it. Or I'll tell her that you think her manners are worst than a toddler's."

"I mean in quantity." There was a point, Victoire's Wealsey side made it possible for her to eat her weight in food multiple times a week. She scoffed and looked around the yard. Arthur was talking to Gabriel that was making him go pale. Teddy and Victoire were scheming near the buffet table, and their friends and several children were strewed all over. Seeing them made Halley wished that she would put more effort in hanging out them. "By the way, you owe me. Luce's girlfriend isn't imaginary."

"Can't helping you with the maternity leave work be enough?" Hector sighed.

"You can give her more chocolate," Rory advised as she slipped an arm over Halley's shoulder. "And me, too. You can always give me more sweets. For example, Hector, you're very—"

"Don't!" Halley covered her ear with her free hand. She raised the plate of cake over Rory's face, threatening to make her best mate to go through a sugary facial. "Not my innocence. Anything but that!"

There was more laughter from Hector. "What innocence?"

"She almost got me," Rory said in a huff. She waved her wand over her cheek to get rid of the icing. As wonderful as Mum's was, she could only eat so much of it. It was the only sweet she could eat in moderation. "Sure, I kept goading her…"

Hector nodded and spoke in a slow, exaggerated voice. "Yes, dear. Teasing someone who would cover your face with cake—"

"Yeah, yeah. So the race to get the last slice might had been a bad idea. As well as joking about her height was a bad idea." Rory craned her neck. "Is it all gone?"

"Here." He reached over to swipe at the area below her ear. He licked it off his thumb. "Yum, chocolate. Can I ask you something?" His sunny demeanour vanished and he looked more solemn. "Do you want to have kids?"

"Just because Halley and several of my sisters are having kids don't mean that I have to jump that bandwagon." Rory shook her head and leaned back in her chair. "After seeing them all lose their stomachs over their favourite food: Halley with treacle tart, Beatrice with apples, Penny with pudding… and I can wait with that happening."

"Thank god," Hector's shoulders slumped with relief. "I like kids, but…I agree, not yet."

"I look like a teenager," Halley complained. She eyed her reflection in the bathroom mirror and made a face at it. Throughout the past few weeks her hair grew at a faster rate, and instead of it brushing her collarbone, it now went below her shoulders. Her hair was last like that in her Fourth Year. There was also the reappearance of some acne that took her ages to make it go away the first time.

"So?" Gabriel called out from the shower. "You can always get your hair cut."

"It grows back too quickly. It'll be a waste of time."

"Masochist." He opened the door and poked his head though. Water dripped down his hair and steam came billowing out. "Trust me, through my eyes you're still dead sexy."

The certainty of knowing that in the end of the day she would be in bed with Gabriel next to her always made it better. She was back to wearing one of his old shirts, her head and knees curled into his chest. He had a hand running through the strands of her hair, as he was partly reading from a novel. Nights like this were always calming and could put her in a better mood. Halley raised her head, speaking. "Sorry that I've been snippy lately. I hate acting like that to you."

Gabriel stopped playing with her hair and looked sideways at her. "I think you're tamer than how Penny was."

"Still, I'm sorry." She flopped her head to her pillow. "Hormones can make life difficult."

"Dragging me to your office wasn't that difficult," he said dryly, flipping through more pages. "You could have just asked."

Halley thwacked him with her pillow.

"The bugger looks squishy," Gabriel said as he peered at the spell.

The foggy impression over Halley's stomach swirled and moved as a blob could be vaguely seen in a foetus position. There was a faint cord wavering nearby, Halley suspected that it was the umbilical cord. The healer looked at them both oddly. "I'm sorry, but did you just called your child 'bugger'?"

"We've grown rather attached to it," Halley said thoughtfully. "I'm sure that he-she will eventually answer to any other name, but Bugger has a certain ring to it." She smiled sweetly at the wizard. "Anything else you would like to comment on?"

"Would you like to look at baby names? I have some good books," the Healer said hopefully. He was probably imagining how the sorting would go: "Weasley, Bugger." Bugger Weasley… Halley thought more on it and liked the way it sounded. "No? In that case everything is coming along fine. How is your morning sickness?" He flicked his wand and the charm ended.

Halley pulled her shirt down, feeling rather glad to have her privacy back. "Not as much as it used to be. Getting better and it should stay that way."

"Good, it also means that your appetite should be returning."

Halley brightened at the idea of finally having her treacle tart. As a joke for her birthday, Rory and Hector drew her a picture of one and started a countdown until the baby would be born. She didn't found it as funny as they did. "Does this mean that I can eat whatever I want?"

"No," he said. "You should maintain a healthy diet."

Gabriel patted her shoulder. "Sorry, dear. I'll tell Mum to hold the treacle off for a later date."