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Forever the Golden Trio

"Harry," Ron whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I can't sleep. Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Okay."

The two men slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Hermione. Harry scribbled: We couldn't sleep. Went for a short walk, be back soon. Love you! on a piece of parchment and set it on the night table. After throwing on some clothes, they walked out of their room, closing the door behind them. Grabbing their cloaks off of the hooks in the living room, they made their way out of the apartment. For a few minutes, they walked in silence. When they reached the park, Harry broke the silence.

"Big news," was all he said.

"Yeah," Ron nodded, taking his hand. Harry smiled and snuggled a little closer.

"Why do you think she was so nervous to tell us?" he asked.

"I think I know…"

"I think I do too, but I wanted to see what you thought."

"I think she was worried that we'd want to know which of us the father is. Which, of course, could potentially present problems."

"Yeah, I thought so too. Do you want to know?" Harry asked after a few moments.

"Curious, but I think we should leave it. We might, you know, figure it out when the baby's born. We're going to be dads."

Harry felt a surge of affection for Ron at the redhead's words. He sounded damn near giddy at the thought.

"We should head back," he said, smiling up at Ron.

The two of them turned around and walked back to their apartment. Slipping into bed on either side of Hermione a few minutes later, Harry mouthed, "I love you," to Ron. The older man leaned over and gave him a kiss before settling back down and going to bed.

FGT

"So you're due in March?" Ron asked

"Late March, early April," Hermione nodded. "So we have plenty of time to plan."

"Buying a house, shopping, decorating the nursery, shopping, pillow fighting to the death about names, shopping…" Harry listed.

"Wait, buying a house?" Hermione asked. "Since when are we doing that?"

"Since our family of three is becoming a family of four," Harry explained. "I know the flat is big, but still…"

"Why do I get the feeling you two looked into this while I was puking this morning?" Hermione asked with a smile. The two men looked at their feet; she knew them far too well.

"You have to admit," Ron smiled. "It's a good idea. Besides, we'd talked about maybe moving before."

"Point taken," Hermione nodded.

"Alright, when's your next doctor's appointment?" Harry asked. He was sitting on the floor next to the coffee table with a huge calendar in front of him. Three day planners were sitting next to it and he was trying to coordinate all of them.

"In two weeks, on Friday."

"Perfect! That's Ron's and my day off."

"That's what I was going for," she smiled.

Harry made a few more notes on the calendar and held it up. Different colored ink and sticky notes littered the page, but somehow it still made sense. Harry's look of smug satisfaction made the other two laugh, but they had to give him credit for planning the next nine months in a matter of hours. He got up and conjured a hook, placing the calendar on it.

"Ha!" he said. "We have a plan."

"You know that's going to get shot to hell, right? There's no way we can stay on schedule the entire time," Ron told him.

"Thank you Ronald," Harry rolled his eyes. "Okay, how about this, now we have an outline."

"I'll go with that," Ron nodded, grinning.

"You two are ridiculous," Hermione laughed. "Come on, help me get dinner started."

FGT

"LEFT HARRY!" Ron bellowed. Unfortunately, Harry didn't hear him and was hit with a Bludger. "Damn," he sighed, as the coach blew his whistle.

"Alright Knights, take a break. Harry, go see Ron and Amelia."

With immense difficulty, Harry steered his broom over to the managers' table and hopped off. He sat down and winced as Amelia took of his arm and shoulder pads. Ron gave him a cup of Skel-E-Grow and he downed it; trying to ignore the taste. His husband tapped his arm twice and Harry could feel it healing.

"Right, listen you lot," Coach told them. "Our game Saturday is going to decide whether or not we land the playoffs this year. It's going to be brutal; you all remember what happened when we played Paris last year."

A collective shudder ran through the Nottingham Knights as they thought about the most violent game any of them had experienced.

"That means we have to be on top of things. The Knights are going to take the Cup this year!"

The team let out a cheer and after a few more minutes of pep talk, the coach dismissed them for the day. Harry threw all of his gear into his sports bag and followed Ron out of the arena. The two of them Apparated in front of their building and walked up the stairs to their flat.

"We probably shouldn't tell Hermione about this," Harry said, pulling out his wand and unlocking the door. "She gets kind of…upset, when I get hurt."

"Yeah."

"Harry! Ron! Is that you?" Hermione called as they walked through the door.

"Yeah, it's us," Ron replied.

"How's Harry's arm?" Hermione came and stood in the doorway as they hung their cloaks up. The two men gave her a bewildered look. "Amelia sent me a message to tell you to take more Skel-E-Grow tonight. She wasn't sure if she reminded Ron."

"My arm's fine," Harry smiled, giving her a kiss. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better. Had a bad time with morning sickness today."

"Who named it that?" Ron wondered aloud. "It's not really morning sickness if it lasts all day."

"Good point," Hermione nodded. "What do you guys want for dinner? And please don't say broccoli or salsa."

"How about we make you dinner?" Harry offered. "Steak and potatoes sound good? I think I can manage that with only minimal assistance from our husband."

"Sounds great," Hermione smiled, putting her feet up on the couch. "Call me when it's ready."

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