"No, Ronald! I don't care what you think, the baby will not be named that!"

"Awh, come on! Please, Hermione?" Ron begged.

"Absolutely not! Our child won't be cursed with the name 'Ronald'!"

"I take offense to that! And how 'bout 'Ronaldina'? I think it's a pretty name for it if it's a girl!"

"Ron. Stop talking." I warned. We were seated in the Gryffindor common room arguing over baby names as the other Gryffindors watched in amusement.

"Hermione, that's not fair. Oh! What if you had twins? Could one of them be named after me?"

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, if you don't stop talking, I swear I'll make you eat slugs again!" I yelled. I could hear Harry and Ginny snickering behind me, but decided to glare at Ron instead of scold them.

"Fine." Ron stated then muttered, "I never get to decide anything..."

I sighed and watched as Ginny and Harry joined us on the couch. Ginny was smirking at me while Harry watched Ron cross his arms and huff like a four year old.

"Oh, honestly Ronald. Don't act so childish." I whined.

"I wouldn't have to act childish if you treated me like an adult!" Ron snapped. I raised an eyebrow at him and was about to rebuttal, when Ginny cut me off.

"Hush you two. You're both acting like children. Aren't you supposed to be at the doctor?"

"Bloody hell. I forgot! Come on, Hermione." Ron said and grabbed my arm. Next thing I knew, we had disapparated into Hogsmeade. People bumped into us as Ron tugged me through the packed streets.

"Ron, do you know where you're going?" I asked and Ron came to a halt. He licked his lips then peaked at me.

"Not a clue." He said as he shook his head. I sighed in exasperation and pulled his arm into a tiny, pink shop. A woman dressed in nurses robes greeted us at the front desk.

"Hello! Welcome to Hogsmeade Medical, how may I help you two?" The woman asked with a fake smile.

"We have an appointment today with Dr. Gombee. My name is Hermione Granger." I answered politely. The nurse peered down at the scroll in front of her and smiled at me.

"Right this way, Miss Granger." She said and led us down a hallway. The hall was lined with red bricks and the floor was made of cool concrete. She stopped in front of a blue door and pushed it open, revealing a bright white room. The nurse motioned for us to enter and we followed instructions.

"Okay, the doctor will be here shortly." The nurse said and shut the door with a smile. I sat on the metal table as Ron walked around the room, playing with the shiny equipment.

"Whoa!" Ron cried and excitedly picked up a sharp metal object. "Do you think they'll poke you with this?"

"Ronald, put it down! Merlin, you're like a child!"

"Will you quit saying that, Hermione? I'm not that childish. I'm just overwhelmed." Ron said quietly. I leaped off the table and padded over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made him look at me.

"I'm sorry. But you don't think I'm overwhelmed? I'm going to be a bloody whale!" I cried with a small giggle. Ron smiled softly at me.

"You're going to make a beautiful whale." Ron whispered and leaned down to gently kiss my lips. It was short and chaste, but sweet all the same.

"I'm not sure whether to be offended or flattered by that statement." I laughed and he chuckled before kissing my lips again.

"It was a compliment, trust me." Ron stated. I kissed him once more before going back to sit on the table. We chatted for a few minutes until the doctor came into the room.

"Good afternoon, I'm Doctor Gambee."

...

"So?" Ginny pestered urgently. I had just walked through the door to our dorm from my doctor's appointment.

"Are you ready?" I squealed and she nodded. I took a deep breath and looked at the excited girl. "I'm having a little girl!"

"CONGRADULATIONS!" Ginny burst and ran towards me. I laughed as she crushed me in her tight embrace. I flailed my arms around and tried to push her off me, to no avail.

"Ginny, you're going to kill us!" I cried between laughs. She released me and laughed along.

"Sorry." She said sheepishly. "I'm just so happy! I'm going to be an aunt! What does Ron think of the whole thing?"

"Well, he was a little depressed when I told him there's no way in hell that this baby is going to be named 'Ronaldina', but other than that; he's pretty happy!"

"That's good. Hey, we should get ready. Supper's going to be ready soon."

"Oh! I didn't even notice the time! I'm ready; wanna head down now?" I suggested and Ginny nodded. I looped my arm through hers and we made our way down the stairs to the common room. Harry and Ron were sitting on the couch chatting.

"-And I don't see why it's such a bad name!" I heard the ending of Ron's sentence. I chuckled as Harry shook his head and smacked his forehead.

"Hey guys, we're heading to supper. Come with us?" Ginny chimed as she walked towards Harry.

"I'm in. Ron?"

"Harry. There's food there." Ron said lamely. Harry nodded and turned to Ginny.

"We're both in."

"Brilliant. Come along then!" Ginny said and we all headed for the dining hall. The room was bustling with hungry teens as they tried to find their seats. The four of us easily walked to our table and sat down as our meals floated to us.

I looked down at my plate and grimaced in disgust and announced, "This is disgusting."

"What? You love chiddingly hotpot!" Ginny exclaimed. I sighed and pushed the plate away.
"The doctor said that my taste buds will change while I'm pregnant. Like, some people can't even smell chicken without puking while they're pregnant. I guess it's just one of those things."

"Can I have that then?" Ron questioned and pointed to my abandoned plate. I noticed his plate had already been completely emptied into his mouth. I scowled and swatted his hand.

"How 'bout coming up to breath before you inhale another supper!"

"I'm hungry!" Ron cried. I could hear the other Gryffindor's chuckling at us again. Like our arguing was amusing!

"You're going to get fat if you're always eating, Ronald!" I scolded.

"So? You're going to get fat, why can't I?" I gasped and anger washed over me. I heard the gasps of the other girls reacting to Ron's rude remark.

"You insensitive prat! I'm not fat, I'm pregnant!" I hissed and ran from the dining hall.


Bloody hell, Ron! Learn a thing or two about woman! 5-10 reviews for another chapter(: