Mrs. Weasley scrambled about the kitchen, making sure none of her food was burning. Not even the bright green flames escaping out of the fire place disturbed her bustling about.

Ron, Hermione and Rose stepped out into the kitchen and saw her running around, wand waving in seven different directions. Hermione set Rose down at the table and brushed the soot off herself and her daughter. Ron walked up and encircled his mother in a hug from behind. A small gasp escaped from her lips as she turned around to see her youngest son had arrived.

"Ronald!" she said smiling and hugging him tightly, "oh dear, you're a mess, here let me help you clean it off--"

"No, it's ok mum," he said, quickly pulling his face away from the dampened dish cloth in her hand, "thank you, but I think I can handle this one myself." Stepping back, smirking at his mother, he began to dust himself off.

"Oh of course, of course," she said, stowing the cloth back in her apron, "Hermione, my dear, look at you. You get more beautiful every time I see you. Oh! And Rosie my love, come her and give grandma a hug!"

Molly picked up Rose and bounced her around in her arms. She had always had a soft spot for Rose, she just didn't know why. Although it remained unanswered, she figured it probably had something to do with her being the youngest girl in the family so far and her quirky personality. As Molly continued to bounce Rose, her husband walked into the kitchen.

"Son," he said, clapping Ron on the back, "Hermione, how are you?"

"Quiet well Arthur, thank you," Hermione said stepping over to give him a hug.

"Ah, and look who's her, my dear Rosie," Arthur exclaimed, making Rose smile and giggle at her grandfather.

"Oh the pie is going to burn!" Molly gasped, running over to the oven. "Ron, Hermione, most everyone is out in the yard."

"Okay mum," Ron said, taking Rose back from his dad, "umm…are you sure you don't need any help in here?"

"No sweetheart, I'm perfectly fine," she called over her shoulder, "It's a mother's job to always be busy."

Ron smiled at his mother and turned to follow Hermione out the door. Stepping out onto the shaded porch, he bent down close to his wife's ear.

"So when do you want to tell them?" he whispered, glancing around at his large family scattered about the backyard.

"Probably after dinner, when everyone's relaxing," she responded in at low tone. They stepped off the porch and into the sunlight, greeting the family with smiles and waves as they passed. Rose squirmed in her father's arms, wanting to go play with the other kids. Ron set her down and she tottered her way over to where Harry and George were sitting and talking. When she finally reached them, she latched onto George's leg, hugging it fiercely.

"Well what do we have here?" he asked jokingly, picking her up.

"Hmm, well from what've I've heard, that would be the wild Rose Weasley, very rare, beautiful creature; truly one of a kind," Harry said laughing, ruffling Rose's hair.

"Oh yes! How could I forget?" George grinned, lifting her up above his head. "Well then, I might have to keep her."

"I don't think Ron would let you," Hermione cut in, coming over to join her brother-in-laws. "She's Ron's pride and joy, she's going no where."

"That's alright, at least we're related. Plus, I've got my hands full with Fred and Roxanne. Those kids are going to make me go grey," George chuckled.

Although he was laughing, Ron, Hermione and Harry all saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes when mentioning his sons name. George had taken a huge step in naming his son after his deceased twin but the memory still haunted him to this day. Angelina said she thought he would never fully recover but he was making good progress in remembering that Fred didn't die in vein. She had mentioned on more than one occasion that Fred and Roxanne were miniatures of Fred and George. This was true, the whole family had seen this and it made them proud.

The group had settled into a uncomfortable silence, so Ron decided to break the tension. "Yeah , well the more the merrier. That's what I think," he said happily. However, the grin quickly disappeared from his face with a hard elbow in the side from his wife and a questioning look or two from Harry and George.

"Umm…well, you know what I mean," he stuttered, but getting no understanding form either Harry or George, he tried to save himself from the hole he had just dug. "You know, everyone loves kids and--."

Luckily, he was saved from confusing them further by the crunch of gravel as a car pulled up the Burrow's long drive. The small coop halted up by the side of the house and two people stepped out. Mr. and Mrs. Granger gathered their things and walked over to the family with a basket of what looked like assorted wines and other drinks.

"Hermione dear," her mother said, walking over to hug her daughter tightly, "how are you?"

"I'm very good mum, very good indeed," Hermione said, hugging her mother back, "and hello to you to dad!"

Mr. Granger walked over from greeting Ron, Harry and George to his daughter. "Ah Hermione, it's so good to see you."

"It's great to see you to dad. What've you got there?" she asked, eyeing the basket in his hands.

"Oh, it's a whole lot of different wines and such….your mother insisted on bringing it. She said she wants to celebrate our retirement," he huffed.

"Oh Peter, now stop it," Mrs. Granger said walking back over to the small gathering, "your father just hasn't gotten used to his retirement yet, that's all." She patted his shoulder and he grunted in response.

"Now Ronald dear, is your mother in the house? I want to show her this new recipe I found the other day," Mrs. Granger asked.

"Yeah, she's just in the kitchen," Ron responded.

"Alright then, thank you son," she said smiling, "Come along dear, I'm sure Arthur wants to see you."

Mr. Granger watched his wife for a moment then muttered almost inaudibly, "If it wasn't for Arthur being in there with me, I might drink all this wine by myself." Then he winked, smiled and followed his wife into the Burrow.

The group waited till they were out of earshot, then burst into a fit of laughter. "Only your dad," Ron said whipping his eyes to rid them of the tears forming.

"Oh shove off Ron," Hermione said, trying to be serious but failing miserably by starting to laugh again. They all settled down and chatted with various family members , catching up on what had happened between the days they hadn't seen each other. It was about an hour and a half later, that Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger peaked out the front door to tell everyone that lunch was ready.

Everyone lined up to get plates of Molly's delicious food. The kitchen was covered from wall to wall in all varieties of food. The counter was packed with the main courses, meats, mountains of potatoes; baked and mashed, fresh steamed vegetables from the garden, rolls, salads, Sheppard's pie, and much more. All the deserts were piled high on the kitchen table, along with the drinks.

Kids of all ages were running a muck, weaving in and out of the adults, trying to get to their favorite foods first. Victorie and Fred were sneaking desserts from the table and passing it to the other kids. Louis and Molly were arguing over a piece of pie they both wanted while Dominique and Roxanne were exchanging food off of their plates. James was chasing Lucy with a piece of chicken skin, while she screamed and ran in terror around the kitchen. Then there was Albus and Rose, who stayed by their parents sides, to young to really know what's going on. By the time everyone had gotten their food and sat down to eat, the kitchen was a disaster, but it was all part of the process.

Dinner was a huge success, and many thanks went out to Molly for her scrumptious cooking. Everyone gathered in the backyard once more, talking and chatting of various things. Mr. Weasley leaned over and said something to Mr. Granger, who nodded and got up and tucked into the house. A few moments later, he reemerged, carrying over the wine basket and many glasses.

"Alright everybody, you must try this wine, it's one of the best brands in England," he announced, grabbing glasses and beginning to fill them up, "Well here Hermione you can have the first glass since your sitting right here. Go on, tell us how it is."

Hermione took the glass, then glanced wide-eyed over at Ron. He mouthed, 'You can't.' and had a look of worry in his eyes. 'I know!' she mouthed back with the glass covering up their secret conversation.

"Well go on dear, taste it," Mr. Granger urged, giving Hermione a funny look.

"No, really, let someone else go first," she said nervously, "I'm not a big fan of wine anyway."

"Oh come, on be a good sport," her father chuckled. Putting his hand on the glass, he moved it towards her mouth, reaching her lips.

"NO I CAN'T, I'M PREGNANT!" she shouted, pushing the glass away. There were a few gasps from the family, and they were silent. Hermione looked over at Ron worried, "well that's not exactly how I planned on telling you, but--." She was then cut of by a massive cry of congratulations from their relatives. A look of relief washed over the couples face and Ron got up to hug his wife.

"Congratulations you two!" Mrs. Granger gushed, "oh another grandchild! This is absolutely wonderful!"

"Merlin's beard! Oh my little Ronnie is going to have another baby, oh this is brilliant!" cried Mrs. Weasley, wrapping her son and daughter-in-law in a fierce hug.

"Hermione dear, I'm sorry. If I would've known, I would've never pushed the wine on you," Mr. Granger said sheepishly.

"Dad, it's alright. No harm, no foul," Hermione smiled, hugging him tightly.

The hugs and congrats when on for another twenty minutes, while the wives and grandmothers planned various things such as baby showers and baby names. By the time the excitement died down, it was well passed ten o'clock at night. Most of the kids listened to Rose boast about her new baby brother or sister, and then fell asleep, scattered across the lawn. Ron picked up Rose and joined Hermione over by both of their parents to say good-bye.

"Bye mum and dad," Hermione said, hugging and kissing her parents on the cheek, "we'll see you soon." She then switched places with Ron to say good-bye to his parents.

"Thank you so much for the wonderful afternoon and evening Molly, it was fantastic," she said, hugging her mother-in-law and then her father-in-law, "and you too Arthur."

"Oh it was no trouble at all dear. We should be thanking you for the wonderful news you brought us today," she exclaimed.

"Well your perfectly welcome for that," Hermione laughed. "Well I better get these two home," she said, glancing over at Ron, who was yawning very widely, "I'll talk you soon."

She walked over to Ron, who had just bid his goodnights to everyone, and took his free hand. They walked partially down the lawn, and he took his arm and wrapped it around her waist. Hermione smiled and leaned into Ron, smiling at him and the sleeping girl in his arms. Taking out her wand, they all tightened their grips on each other and with a 'pop' they were gone.

My deepest apologies for the EXTREME late-ness!!!!!
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