A/N: Heya! I know I haven't posted recently, and yes, I do have a good excuse: I've been at my family's chalet for the past few days, and my grandma has yet to invest in an internet connection. This is the penultimate or second-to-last chapter; the next one will be posted on New Years Eve.

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"And then, Ginny starts asking for peanut butter on crisps. Peanut butter on crisps, I tell you! I had to run out to the store at 1 in the morning just to get them, but after one bite she's puking into the sink. I swear, these cravings will be the end of my mental health," Harry Potter said, slinging an arm around a pregnant Ginny's waist and smiling down at her grumpy expression.

Ginny rested her hand on her slightly swollen belly. "Oh, you lost your mental health ages ago, Potter," She grumbled darkly.

"'Ear, 'ear," George interjected, causing everyone to groan.

"Give it up already, George," Ron advised his brother.

Angelina laughed and shifted closer to George. "Can we go outside?" She asked quietly. "We need to talk."

George peered at Angelina curiously, and nodded, getting up. He offered her a hand and helped her up, ignoring the many curious glances.

Angelina opened the door and walked outside, pulling her arms through her coat.

George trailed after her. "Why did we have to come outside?" He complained, sticking his hands inside his coat pockets. "It's bloody cold out here!"

Angelina smiled nervously. "Because there's no eavesdroppers here," She told him amusedly, shaking her head in mock exasperation.

"And why exactly do we need so much privacy?"

Angelina caught the innuendo in George's words and swatted him on the arm. "George!" She scolded, trying to not show her amusement.

"So what exactly did you want to tell me?" George asked, lifting an eyebrow at her curiously.

Angelina took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "You remember a few weeks ago when I came back after my trial with the Tornadoes?" She started hesitantly.

George grinned. "You were away away for a whole month; I remember that night vividly," He responded suggestively. "Very nice night, that was."

Angelina chuckled. "Yeah, well...there's more than one outcome of that," She told her husband softly.

George cocked his head slightly. "And what exactly would that be, except for very sore limbs?" He questioned, looking confused.

Angelina took his hands and smiled slightly. "Erm, we were so... desperate, I guess, that in the heat of the moment we forgot the charm," She said, watching George's eyes grow wide.

"You-you mean- you're-" He managed, growing pale, eyes bugging out.

Angelina nodded, placing his hand onto her stomach.

"I'm pregnant, George," She announced softly.

If possible, George grew even whiter. "Are you serious?" He asked, his Adam's apple bobbing convulsively.

Angelina nodded. Slowly, she watched George's face go from complete shock to astonishment to excitement and finally, to pure happiness.

George got a crazy grin on his face and shouted something incomprehensible. Hr grabbed Angelina and swung her around in a circle. "You're pregnant!" He yelled, laughing a little maniacally. "She's pregnant! Angelina's pregnant! We're going to have a baby!"

And with that, still grinning madly, George grabbed his wife's hand and sprinted back towards the house, still yelling as Angelina had 5 years before. "ANGE'S PREGNANT! I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!"