As the small travel group arrived at their holiday home in France, it was already dark. Exhausted the traveler climbed out of their cars, while Hermione already stood at the door. She clapped her hands together: "Watch out, I distribute now the rooms!"

She glanced at her list and said: "Albus and Hugo, you'll get the attic room."

Hugo gave Albus a high-five and both disappeared into the house with their luggage.

"Rose and Lily, the last room on the right side of the 1st floor."

Rose grimaced: "Mum, why cannot we sleep…"

Her mother looked at her sternly and without to discuss further the sleeping arrangements Rose went with Lily into the house.

"Teddy and Victoria..", she threw a quick glance at her husband, who was busy taking the slumbering Henley out his car seat and lowered her voice, "you get the two rooms next to each other on the ground floor room."

Ginny winked at her sister-in-law, well aware, that her brother would rather see, if Teddy and his girlfriend would be housed on different floors.

"I hope, my brother has no objections, when Harry and I share a room, and more importantly, a bed?", she asked innocently, while her eyes danced with mischief.

Hermione smiled: "As if Ron could stop you! Your room, and don't worry with a double bed, is on the 1st Floor to the left."

"Come on, Potter, follow me!" , cried Ginny over her shoulder, whereupon her husband followed her into the house with their baggage.

Ron appeared with the sleeping Henley in his arms by the door and smiled tiredly: "And suddenly there were only 2 ½!"

His wife asked him anxiously: "Are you all right, you're a bit pale."

"Just a little headache!" As his wife looked at him doubtfully, he added: " I only need some sleep, then I'm back in order."

"Then let's go, our room is also on the 1st floor."

As Ginny and Harry came the next morning in the kitchen, Henley was now fed by his mother with an indefinable green baby food. Curious, Ginny looked down at the label of the glass and read aloud 'Bertha Bott's baby porridge', she raised her eyebrow, "Bertha Bott? Is she related to Bertie Bott?"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders: "If so, I don't care, as long as my little boy likes to eat it!"

"It seems, the other babies like it as well.", her sister-in-law pointed to the label, "Otherwise, it would not be 'The number 1 among baby porridge!". She gently stroked the hair of her nephew and cooed: "No homemade baby food from your mother for you? Poor Henley!" Hermione stuck her tongue out at her sister-in-law.

Ginny sat down at the table and shook her head: "Tssk, Hermione, I thought always, Ron is a bad example for your children, but I was probably wrong!"

Ron closed the guidebook of the area and nodded sadly: "For years I have to live with this prejudice.", he leaned over to Ginny and whispered behind his hand to her: "Finally one knows the real culprit!" He pointed a finger to his wife.

Harry gave him a clap on his back: "Yeah, mate, you're a role model for your children, we know."

Rose and Lily giggled.

Hermione lifted her son from the high chair and handed him over to her husband: "Here, Father of the Year, he is all yours."

Amused watched Ginny, how Ron and Harry tried, to bring Henley to laughter. She turned to Hermione: "My husband talks constantly, how nice it would be, to have still a baby in the house."

"Are you sure, Uncle Harry?", asked Hugo, who sat down with a bowl of cereal on the table, "don't forget the liquids, which releases a baby, such as baby spit, poop, slobber!"

Ginny nodded in agreement: "Exactly Harry, have you thought about the sleepless nights, the diaper-changing?"

Hugo held up his finger: "The burping!"

"You are not helping, Hugo!", grumbled Harry.

Hermione placed herself behind Hugo and put her hand on his shoulders: "Don't listen to him Ginny, for no gold of the word, we would give our Henley away, right Hugo?!"

"Hang on, Mum! How much gold?"

"Hugo!", Hermione gave him a slap on the shoulder. Laughing, he ducked down.

Ginny smiled at her husband: "Sorry, sweetheart, but I really think our three are enough!"

Harry gave her puppy dog eyes and nodded to the infant: "But look, Gin, how sweet the little rascal is!"

The mentioned little rascal squirm with laughter, as his father picked him up and blew a raspberry on his belly.

Ginny raised her arms, "Okay, Harry, you've won!"

Her husband's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Under one condition, after the birth of Potter number 4 you will stay at home as a househusband, and I will return to work!"

Hermione giggled and gave Ginny a High 5.

Harry folded huffy his arms in front of the chest: "You simply cannot win with these woman!"

Ginny unfolded the map of the environment and asked in the round: "So, folks, what do we want today?".

Hermione's eyes lit up: "Very close to the Palais des Papes d'Avignon, the landmark building of Avignon!"

The men/boys groaned.

Offended she folded her arms across her chest: "If you have a better suggestion, let's hear."

"To the beach!", cried the men in the chorus.

"Shopping!", shouted girls.

"Since we once again cannot agree, let us vote! Who is for sightseeing?"

Hermione's hand shot up. As no other for her suggestion voted, she glared at her husband, who hesitantly raised his hand. The remaining men snickered, Ron blushed and defended himself: "A little culture would not hurt us!"

Ginny smiled apologetically: "Sorry, Hermione, but Sightseeing is clearly out the race. Who's for the beach?"

The beach received one vote each from Harry, Teddy, Albus and Hugo.

"And for shopping?"

This from the girls favored Nomination received also 4 votes.

"Fine, since we have a standoff, what you think, if the women go on a shopping tour and the men to the beach?", Ginny suggested.

"This is a great idea, my darling." Harry called.

Whereupon Ginny muttered: "Slimy!"

Ron watched horrified his wife, as she packed more and more items in the beach bag: "We only go to the beach and don't emigrate!"

She rolled her eyes and murmured to herself: "Sunscreen, diapers, towels, pacifiers, shovel, blanket, snacks, water – I guess, I have thought of everything."

"Also at a snow storm or volcanic eruption?", joked her husband and put his hands into his olive-colored Bermuda shorts.

"Really funny!" Hermione knelt beside the buggy and moved Henley's baby hat rightly.

"Can we now at last go?"

His wife stroked the cheek from her son fondly, and stood up with a sigh: "Please under no circumstances forget his sun protection!"

"Are you really sure, that we can go now?" Ron tucked the beach umbrella under his arm and slowly pushed the stroller to the door, at which the beach-goers already waiting impatiently for him and Henley.

"Wait, Ron!"

Ron stopped and cast the others an apologetic look. He turned to his wife: "What now?"

Hermione approached him with a bucket hat.

Ron stepped back: "This is a joke, or?"

"You know very well, love, that you are sensitive to the sun, and besides, Hugo is also wearing a hat."

"A Baseball Cap, he wears a Cap!", Ron replied in a high voice and heard giggling behind his back.

"Honestly, Ron, you're acting just like a baby."

"Please, mate, puts on the hat, so that we can finally go to the beach!", Harry called.

Grumpy Ron took the hat from her hand and turned to leave, but Hermione held him by the arm and gave him a meaningful Look. He put the hat on his head, while he groused: "Fine, then I will make a Fool out myself."

When they finally set off, Ron hissed at the other: "No word, you understood!"

After 20 minutes, they finally arrived at their destination. The boys and Teddy took instantly their shirts off and ran laughing into the water, while Ron and Harry together pulled the stroller through the deep sand.

"How much easier it would be, if we could use our wands!", growled Harry.

"You have heard Hermione, in no case is us the use of our wands allowed, since we are under Muggles!" Ron straightened up and wiped the sweat from his brow: "Don't you agree, Harry, that this is an ideal spot?"

Harry beamed and undressed up to his swim shorts. As he glanced longingly to the water, Ron waved " Go on, mate!" – "Should not I wait for you?" – "This may take some time, you know, to undress Henley, put some cream on him, undress me..", as Ron looked up, Harry was already gone. He chuckled and laid his son on the spread blanket: "And once again there are only two of us."

In the meantime:

Pleasingly, Rose looked at her mother: "Please, please, Mom, this sunglasses is so cool!"

Hermione glanced at the price tag and frowned: "And costs a fortune!"

"You know what, Rose, I'll buy you these sunglasses, after all, you are my god-daughter!" said Ginny and took her purse out of her handbag.

Beaming Rose hugged her aunt: "You're the best!", while her mother just shook her head.

Victoria nudged her aunt: "What do you think of this bikini?" – Hermione eyed the scraps of cloth and smirked: "A little bit of fabric, but about Teddy will probably not be too sad!" – Her niece winked at her: "And Uncle Ron also not!", she pushed the bikini in her aunt's hand, "come on, have a fitting!"

Hermione flushed: "Do you think really, I should?".

"Definitely!", her sister-in-law cried enthusiastically, who just returned with a happy Rose and Lily from the cash register.

Wearing only the bikini, Hermione stepped embarrassed out of the dressing room.

Ginny clapped her hands: "Wow, my brother gets a heart attack, when he sees you in this outfit!"

Victoria nodded cheerfully, " Made just for you!"

Rose laughed: "Mum, this is a hundred percent increase to your previous beach outfits!"

And Lily cried: "Buy it!".

Hermione turned to the clerk and said firmly, "I'll take the bikini"

"Dad!" – "Mme?" Ron muttered sleepily with closed eyes – "Mate!" – He blinked and shielded his eyes with a hand: "What is?". Three things Ron shifted into alarm: First, Hugo, who hopped uneasy from one leg to the other; secondly, Harry, who covered Albus's eyes with his hands and thirdly, the pink hair from Teddy, a sign of extreme embarrassment. Irritated Ron looked around in search of the reason. His eyes widened: "Bloody hell!", and sat up with a start. Henley, who awoke instantly by the jerky movement of his father, twisted his face and began to weep. "Shh, Henley, it's okay."

Harry hissed: "Pack and disappear?" Ron nodded silently and Teddy added: "As soon as possible."

Ron placed his son in the buggy and gave him his dummy for soothing, then he threw the blanket, towels, sun cream, shovel into the beach bag and put on his Bermuda shorts and sandals.

"Oh, le bébé est mignon! Quell EST son nom?" He froze and looked to the stroller, next to Henley were standing two naked young girls. Both saw questioningly at Hugo, who looked at them with open mouth. "Je pense qu'il ne nous comprend pas! English?"

Looking for help Hugo glanced at his father, Ron nodded, "Yes, we are from England!"

"What is the name of the cute le bébé?"

Sheepishly rubbed Hugo his neck "Henley!"

Both knelt beside Henley and began to tickle his belly: "You're a sweet, Henley!", who laughing spat out his dummy.

Harry whispered to Ron: "Let's away from here, quickly!"

Ron cleared his throat and smiled apologetically to the girls: "Sorry, but we need to go now!"

"Oh, that is really bad." The girls got up, waved, "Bye, bye, Henley!" and ran away.

Harry snarled angrily: "Albus, stop instantly, to ogle the people. Let's go!"

The five left the beach with all haste.

After a few meters, they stopped at the sign 'Plage de naturisme'. Ron and Harry looked at each other and then to Teddy: "What? Just because my girlfriend has a french mother, I don't need, to speak perfect French, moreover the word naturisme says it all, right!"

Ron ran his fingers through his hair: "You are right. But guys, from this, we say nothing to the women, understood! Albus, Hugo?" He looked sternly into the round. Albus and Hugo nodded. Teddy raised his hands in horror: "Tori would kill me, if she would find out!"

"Yeah mate, I'm also not keen, that Gin learns about!", Harry shrugged already alone from the image.

Ron laughed sheepishly: "Same for me!"

As they walked, Harry whispered to his friend: "Thanks to Merlin, that James spends his holidays with his cousin Fred. I bet, my precocious son I would not have gotten away from the nudist beach!"

The holiday house was already in sight, as Hugo cried: "Dad!" Ron glanced questioningly over his shoulder, and Hugo pointed to his head.

Cursing, Ron searched in the bag for his hat.

Hermione barely opened the door, when Henley already stretched his arms out to her. She beamed and took him out of the stroller: "Did you have fun at the beach?". Albus and Hugo nodded and stormed away. Frowning, she looked after them: "Is something happened on the beach?" – "No!" "Everything is fine." "How do you get that idea?".

She shrugged her shoulders: "Just a feeling!"

"Uh, I'll go shower, see you later." Harry called and rushed off.

Teddy coughed and asked: "Where's Tori?".

"With Ginny and the girls on the terrace!"

Teddy smiled and went to the terrace.

Hermione kissed her son on the forehead and glanced over his head searchingly at her husband.

He yawned and stretched: "And how was your shopping trip?"

"It was ok, I made some nice purchases!", she removed his hat and grabbed his hand, "I'm going to bathe our little one, why you don't come along and take a nap before dinner?"

"Good idea!" Tired, Ron followed his wife upstairs.

"And, how was the beach?", Ginny asked curiously.

Teddy choked on his wine and Harry slapped him on the back.

Ron wiped a nonexistent crumb from his shirt and muttered: "Nice!"

Ginny raised her eyebrows and repeated amazed: "Only nice?"

Harry grinned: "The water was blue and wet, the sand white and hot!"

Insulted his wife glared at him, Harry leaned over and patted her hand: "Sorry, Gin, but I did not expect, that you want a complete trip report."

Teddy chuckled and his girlfriend gave him annoyed a slap on the shoulder.

Ron snatched his finger: "Hey! Did you know, that Muggles practice a really crazy sport? They jump headfirst from a high building into the depth, secured only by a rubber rope, that is tied around the body of the jumper and the jump platform. Before hitting the ground, you'll be decelerated by the rope."

Skeptical Ginny pursed her lips: "Why would anyone do such a thing, to boot, voluntarily?"

"For fun, of course. The guide says, that you can, not far from here, Bungee jumping, that is the name, from a bridge."

Hermione grinned: "Not much crazier, than to rush on a broomstick through the air."

Ron lifted an eyebrow: "You know, love, they also offer tandem jumps!", he nudged her with his elbow, "You and I, secured only by a rope.."

She snorted: "Only over my dead body!"

They laughed.

Suddenly, from the baby monitor was the softly wailing from Henley to hear. Hermione sighed and got up: "The joy of parenthood, a tooth-forming baby."

As Ginny threw her husband a smug glance, Harry rolled his eyes.

The next evening:

Rose padded into the kitchen and hopped on the counter. Grinning she watched, how her aunt was trying, to feed her little brother.

"Come on, Henley, please open your mouth.", she pleaded desperately, but Henley turned his head to the side.

"Look, Uncle Harry likes your baby food as well!" She held the spoon with the unappetizing baby food in the front of the mouth of her husband and commanded: "Harry, mouth on!"

Her husband held his hand over his mouth and shook his head.

"Coward!", she muttered and glanced at her niece.

Rose laughed and raised her arms: "No way, Aunt Ginny, I had to eat homemade Mum's baby foot as an infant, which is a enough for my whole life."

"Fine, then I'll just eat a spoonful of it!". Barley, Ginny had the baby porridge in her mouth, she already grimaced her face in disgust. Reluctantly, she swallowed it, but called afterwards for Henley's benefit: "Mm, yummy!".

Once again she held a filled spoon to her nephew, who shook his head back and forth. Ginny tossed the spoon into the plate and shouted: "I give up! Henley, you get now your bottle, not matter, what your mothers 'Baby Feeding-Schedule' says."

Grinning, Rose grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and jumped off the counter: "Honestly, I'm glad, that you are on Dad's and Mum's Date-Night his babysitter, he can be quite a handful."

Harry took his nephew in the arm and shook his head firmly: "Rose, you're exaggerating, your brother," he cast a glance at his wife, " and babies in general are generally easy to care for.." – His wife snorted and grabbed a bottle of baby milk from the fridge. – "and give you so much back."

"Right now, I just think, that Ron and Hermione give us tomorrow a free evening to ourselves", his wife used a warming spell on the bottle and pushed it afterwards in Harry's hand, "and your uncle takes me out for dinner and dancing, right my dear?"

"Uh, dancing?"

Ginny glared at her husband and folded her arms across the chest: "Yes, dancing!"

Harry backed away from her eyes and gave Henley his bottle: "Wow, it seems, someone is very hungry. Slowly, my Little!"

Ginny turned her eyes to Rose: "Speaking of Hungry, where are the others?"

"Lily, Hugo and Albus are playing Exploding Snap."

"And Teddy and Tori?"

Rose giggled: "Are definitely happy, that they can finally enjoy an evening without Dad's watchful eye."

Harry furrowed his forehead: "What do you mean?"

"Come on, Uncle Harry, dad's tactic is so transparent, either he is playing with Teddy chess or he drags him into a conversation about Quidditch and their work as Aurors until late into the night."

Her aunt grinned: "This explains, why my brother is always so tired, and I thought, he gets no sleep, because Hermione.."

"Aunt Ginny!" Rose blushed and looked at her aunt indignantly.

"Reads through the night." Ginny grinned and raised the fed Henley from the arm of her husband. Abruptly she sniffed with a grimace: "Uh, my beloved husband, I believe, your nephew needs a fresh diaper."

Sighing, Harry stood up and held out his arms: "Hurrah, to the duties of a babysitter!"

Meanwhile, in a welcoming restaurant in the town:

„Bonsoir, je m'appelle Madeleine," the young waitress looked smiling up from her writing pad, "comment peut-.." suddenly she stopped short and called out: "What a coincidence, Monsieur 'father-of-Henley'!"

Puzzled, Ron glanced up at her.

She beamed and pointed with her pen towards herself: "The beach?" She winked cheerfully: "Although I am wearing now more. "

Finally the penny dropped and Ron exclaimed brightly: "Oh yes, I remember!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and glanced between her husband and the young waitress.

Ron blushed and added stuttering: "I don't mean, at the, uh, nudity, but at the meet."

Appalled, Hermione gasped.

He nodded to his wife: "And that is Henley's mother, uh, my wife."

Madeleine smiled at Hermione: "You have a really cute guy, a real heartbreaker!"

Ron smirked: "Merci!"

Judging by her scowl, Hermione found his comment not very funny.

However, she smiled sweetly, as she looked at Madeleine: "Thank you very much! And where again, you said, you have met my son?"

"Yesterday, on.."

"On the beach. Can we give up now our order, please?", Ron interrupted quickly.

"Ron, don't be so rude!" Hermione scolded and immediately smiled again at Madeline, "You were saying?"

"More precisely at the nudist beach", Madeleine corrected Ron with a smirk, while he studied intensively the menu card.

Surprisingly, Hermione remained completely calm, composed she opened the menu card: "Mmh, can you recommend something?"

"Oh, yes. Our menu of the day is very..", Madeleine clicked her tongue," delicious. I also recommend a 87'er red wine from our own vineyards!"

Hermione nodded approvingly and folded her menu card together: "Merci!"

Madeleine looked questioningly at Ron, who nodded likewise.

When Madeleine was gone, Ron rubbed his neck embarrassed and waited for the inevitable, which of course also came.

"Well?"

Ron drummed his fingers on his knee and looked relaxed out the side window, until….

He saw over his shoulder backwards and shouted: "Uh, Hermione, I think, you have taken the wrong turning."

His wife gave him briefly an amused glance: "Nope!".

With an effort he looked outside: "I think so, this road leads in fact to the .."

"Beach! I know!"

Confused, he fell silent.

Finally his wife parked before the beach access and exclaimed: "Come on, it's such a starry and lukewarm night, let's go to the beach!"

She opened the trunk lid and sat down on the edge, to take off her shoes. Then she grabbed a blanket, while Ron pulled off his shoes and socks as well. She held out her hand, which took Ron without hesitation and they walked barefoot to the beach.

Hermione let the blanket drop in the sand and strolled to the water. Reluctantly, Ron followed his wife. He looked at her questioningly from the side, "And now?"

His wife grinned mischievously, stripped off her cardigan and then slowly unbuttoned her dress: "What do you think!"

Ron's eyes widened and croaked: "You want to swim? Now? Naked?"

Shaking her head, she dropped the dress to the floor and undid her bra: "Tsss, I did not even know, that my husband is such a prude."

He pulled his shirt over his head and muttered: "This word does not exist in my vocabulary!" His naked wife giggled and ran into the water, while Ron took off his pants. Only clothed with boxer shorts, he carefully stuck his toe in the water.

His wife splashed him with water: "That's cheating and no nude bathing!"

Ron puts his hands at the shorts and looked around.

Chuckling, his wife asked in all innocence: "Should I turn around?"

"Ha, ha!", he pulled his shorts down and ran into the water.

"That was fun!", Hermione gasped and sat down on the blanket.

Ron, also settled into the blanket, shook the water from his hair and grinned: "I agree completely with you, but I'm glad, when I finally can put on my boxers again."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. "Hmh, you taste salty." As she wanted to kiss him again, however, Ron froze and cocked his head. Hermione leaned back and looked at him questioningly: "What is?"

He held his finger to his lips and whispered: "Psst, I think, I hear voices!" Hermione squealed frightened and jumped behind her husband's naked body. She listened intently, but heard except the sound of the waves nothing.

Suddenly, her husband's body shook - with laughter and he turned to face her: "Oh Merlin, you should have seen your face."

Stunned, she asked: "Does that mean, you have heard no voices?"

He nodded, laughing.

Hermione angrily slapped her husband on his strong back: "That." Punch. "Was." Punch. "Not." Punch. "Funny!". She pushed him in the sand.

Unimpressed, her husband continues to laugh.

Furious, she stomped to her clothing.

Five minutes later she planted herself - fully clothed - in front of her husband: "My darling, you have probably forgotten, who of us has the car keys." She held the car keys up on two fingers and his clothing under her other arm.

His 'sure of victory smile' was blown away and replaced with a flattering smile: "Come on, Hermione, love, you would not…"

She lifted her eyebrow and let the keys dangle in the air. Slowly, she walked a few steps backward: "I'm waiting for you in our holiday home." She turned around and ran away.

Panic-struck Ron jumped up and cried: "Wait, love! Hermione?"

As he, wearing only the blanket around his waist, came to the parking area, waiting there already his smugly grinning wife. "Now you should have seen your face."

He held out his hand and he hissed through clenched teeth: "My Boxers, please"

She bit her lip, in order not to laugh out loud, and picked his things out of the car.

Silently he got dressed and then climbed into the car. She sat down beside him and nudged him with her elbow. He grumbled: "Just promise me, that you tell George nothing about it."

"Never – although, you looked really sexy, clad only in a blanket."

He snorted: "Ha, ha, rarely laughed."

"I mean it!"

He crossed his arms over his chest and waved: "Let's drive home, I'm tired."

Just as Hermione wanted to start the car, she stopped and took the key from the ignition lock.

Her husband glanced at her questioningly.

She turned to face him and wiggled her eyebrows seductively: "Mr. Weasley, I think it's time to christen our car!"

Ron stared at her with wide eyes: "What? Now? Here?"

She nodded and grinned: "And luckily, this time we bought an estate."

He doesn't need saying this twice and leapt laughing out of the car: "Luckily!"

Ron grinned blissfully and ran a hand through his disheveled hair: "Merlin, Hermione, of this 87er red wine we absolutely have to take a whole crate, no, a whole cart full with us!"

Hermione giggled and whispered: "Sssshh, love, you'll wake the whole house!".

"Oops, sorry." He followed her on tiptoe into the house. In the corridor they found a message from Ginny:

Hello lovebirds, I hope, you had a nice evening! For an unforgettable night, we have shipped Henley and his bed in our room. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Ginny

P.S. Hermione, for the No. 1 among the baby food, there is only one word, INEDIBLE

Without hesitation Hermione grasped the hand of her husband and pulled him behind her upstairs to their bedroom.

A month later, in the living room of the Weasley family:

As a beaming Harry placed a 6-pack of butterbeer on the living room table, Ron raised his eyebrow in amazement: "The Quidditch game Appleby Arrows against the Cannons takes place tomorrow, and not today." He looked at the wall calendar: "Or is today already Saturday?"

Harry grinned and held a bottle toward him: "No, today is Friday, however, there is something to celebrate."

Ron shook his head and lifted his glass of fire whiskey: "Thanks, but I still have something to drink."

Ginny snorted: "A bit too early for whiskey, my dear."

"Sorry, Mum, but today I need something stronger than milk."

His sister rolled her eyes: "Be glad you're not my son! I'll leave you guys alone, I suppose Hermione is in her study?"

Ginny knocked on Hermione's office and opened the door without waiting for an answer: "Knock, knock, anyone here?"

Her sister-in-law was sitting in the wing chair and stared lost in thought into her cup of tea, therefore Ginny carefully approached and touched her shoulder: "Hermione, are you okay?"

Hermione forced a smile: "I'm fine."

Ginny looked at her doubtfully: "Really? To be honest, you look a little tired and pale."

Her sister-in-law smiled tiredly "My little son is still teething, and so I get hardly any sleep. But enough of me, tell me about the big news in the potter-household."

Ginny slipped out of her shoes and sat down with her feet under the buttocks on the couch.

"Also?"

Ginny took a deep breath: "We are trying for a baby!"

Hermione: "What?"

Ron: "What?"

Harry beamed and nodded in confirmation.

"My sister has really changed her mind?"

"My dear husband thinks, he owes this decision his good persuasion and charm, but honestly, since Lily goes to Hogwarts, it's been awfully quiet in our house"

"She just can not resist me and I knew, at some point she will give in."

"What a pity, that..", Ginny patted her flat stomach, "Potter number 4 will not in the same year, as your son. I'm so happy, that Lily and Hugo in their first year are together at Hogwarts."

"Ginny.."

She chuckled: "But maybe soon is a little Lupin on the way."

"Ginny.."

"Well, first of all I need to get pregnant, I'm ultimately over 30."

"I bet in a year, Molly can enjoy over a another grandchild."

Ron leaned over and clinked his glass with Harry's bottle: "You've already won the bet, mate."

"I'm pregnant!"

Ginny's eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

Harry's jaw dropped.