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Chapter 7
Ron and I couldn't wait nine months to see our little baby. We wanted to meet him-or her-immediately. I felt like we had waited way too long for the moment when we met our baby.
Harry and Ginny seemed the same. Harry fidgeted every time that we came over to see James, and started breaking stuff. I thanked God that we were wizards and could just fix stuff with the flick of a wand. Ginny seemed the same, and the cravings kicked in pretty quick. For both of us. I felt sorry for Harry and Ron, having to deal with us two being hormonal.
One night, in June (So I was about three months pregnant.), Ron and I were lying in bed, lying lazily on top of each other. My belly wasn't even getting big, but I still ran my hand along it.
"Hermione, you still awake?" He asked.
"Hmmm." I said, staring up at the ceiling.
"So, when are we going to have a scan?" He asked. I sighed.
"I don't know. I was going to wait another month or something." I told him.
"Will we be able to find out the sex then?" He asked, starting to stroke my messy hair.
"Yeah, we should do." We said nothing else. I thought back to when Ron proposed to me again. I remembered how my parents had reacted at first…..
Flashback
Ron and I apparated to my parents house the next morning. He clutched my hand, where the ring (Which I had found out was Goblin-made later on) was round my finger. He gave my hand a quick squeeze and together, we walked up the path and I rung the doorbell.
My mother answered the door.
"Hermione! What a lovely surprise!" She said, letting me in. My dad was sitting at the table in the kitchen, his feet up, and drinking a cup of tea. "So, are you OK? Any reason you've come to see us?" I gulped. Ron gave me a supportive smile.
"Ron and I are-" I couldn't say it, I was too nervous. "Ron and I are en-en…."
"Engaged." Ron finished, giving my hand another tight squeeze. I looked over to my parents. They were both staring at us open mouthed.
At last, my mother said quietly, "Hermione, can I have a quick word with you in the garden? Ron, would you like to stay in here and talk to Hermione's father?" Ron and I looked at each other. I gave him a small peck on the lips and followed my mother out of the kitchen and into the back garden. My mother stood there, her arms folded.
"Hermione, are you really engaged?" She asked in a hushed voice.
"Yes, why?" I asked, in another hushed voice, frowning at the suddenly worried look on her face.
"Well, wasn't there also that Harry Potter?" she asked. I frowned even more. Everyone asked me this; Why don't you marry Harry Potter? The famous Harry Potter…..
"Because I love Ron. We've been over this a million times…."
"But Ron's ginger!" I stood there, mouth open, appalled.
"So? I love him, and that's all that matters!"
"Well, it's just that…..have you seen the size of the family? His mother's a bit dumpy too, and the twin, he has an ear missing! And there are about a dozen of them already, they breed like cockroaches! And the hair….."
"Does that matter? His mother's kind, his Father's interesting, his brother's are fun to be around, Ginny's one of my only female friends and my other sister's-in-law are just as lovely…."
"Wait, you mean…?"
"Yes, I already consider myself as part of the Weasley family!" I told her fiercely, struggling to keep a hushed voice. "And no matter what you say, I'm marrying Ron and joining the Weasley's family properly!" I walked away from my astounded mother and went back to the kitchen.
Ron was very red in the face, while my father looked very calm.
"Ron, I think that we should go now." Ron nodded and followed me out of the house, and together, we apparated back to our small but comfy flat.
"W-What did your mother say to you?" Ron asked, as we sat down at the table in the kitchen.
"She told me that I should be marrying Harry Potter." I told him. He went even redder.
"And you said?"
"I told her that I love you," He gave me a small smile. "And then she started commenting about you large, but loving," I added quickly. "Family."
"What did she say about us?" Ron looked a little upset. I held his hand in mine.
"She said that you breed like cockroaches, that your mother's dumpy and that George was missing an ear, so I told her that your parents are kind and interesting, all of your brother's are fun to be around, that Ginny's my closest female friend and that my sister's-in-law are just as lovely. I also told her that I love red hair, it's a beautiful colour." I ran my other hand through Ron's hair. He looked up into my eyes. "Then I told her that I already considered myself as part of the Weasley family, and that, no matter what she said, or did for that matter, I'm going to marry you and join the family properly, you know, become a Weasley myself." A tear dripped down his cheek.
"Really? You said all that about us?" He asked. I nodded.
"What did my dad say?"
"H-he told me that you would probably leave me for Harry, or someone with more money, or something like that. He told me that it wouldn't be that long." Another tear dropped down his cheek. I slid off my chair and into his lap. I took his face into my hands and kissed him.
"I'd never leave you Ron, if you never leave me." He nodded and kissed me back. "Why do you think I was so jealous of Lavender?"
End of Flashback
I rolled over and looked up at Ron. He was snoring peacefully. I snuggled into him and yawned. True to my word, I was now a Weasley, and I'd married Ron, the person I'd been in love with ever since I could remember. My life was so perfect already. I gave a little sigh and fell asleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, Ron was still asleep, as usual. I smiled to myself and got up to go to the toilet, being careful not to wake him up again.
I padded down the hall and, just as I reached the toilet, I saw my baby's room. Forgetting momentarily about my bladder, I quietly pushed the door open and tiptoed inside, as if the baby was asleep in here. I hadn't been in this room for a while.
The paint still looked fresh, with the red and gold stripes, the Gryffindor lion and the cot, which was standing in the middle of the room, along with a pram, boxes of baby clothes and even a little bath tub. I walked up to the cot, which was full of little blankets and baby's toys.
"Hermione?" I turned around. Ron was standing in the doorway of the room.
"Good morning Ron." I said to him, my eyes turning back to the cot. I felt him stand right behind me and put his arms around my waist, which was bloated just a little.
"Are you OK?" He asked. I smiled.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just….it feels like it was years ago we painted the room." I told him.
"I know. Do you want some breakfast, because I'll make it if you want me to-"
"Which in Ron language means "Can you make me something to eat? I'm starved!", am I right?" I said, while he grinned madly like a twelve year old.
"You guessed it." I laughed.
"OK then, just get dressed and give me time to have a shower and I'll be right on it."
When July rolled round, Ron and I decided to do something special for Harry's birthday, he was turning twenty five. Luckily, his birthday was at the end of the month, so we had some time to think of something to get him. I decided that, while Ron and Harry were out on a quick mission, that Ginny and I should talk it over.
"So, Harry's birthday's coming up, what are you planning to get him?" I asked Ginny at 12 Grimmauld Place as she handed me a cup of tea. She looked at me with an embarrassed face, that was clear to me what she was planning to give him. "You're going to sha-?"
"Yes." Ginny said quickly. "Yes, I was going to do that."
"Anything else?"
"Er- yeah, some boxers I suppose, some t-shirts, what about you?"
"Ron and I don't know yet. What does Harry want?" I asked. Ginny shook her head.
"He says that his life's perfect enough already." Ginny blushed just a little.
"That's really corny. But sweet." I added quickly. Ginny smiled. James, who was playing with some toy bricks on the floor, gurgled, reaching his arms up to hug Ginny. Ginny giggled and picked him up, cooing him. I smiled. Soon, Ginny would have two babies to deal with, and it would be a lot harder for her to cope, as Harry would be at work, and then Ginny would have to go back to work.
"Umm, Ginny?" I said, she looked up at me. "Well, because you're having another baby, how are you going to cope, you know, with your job and looking after them?"
Ginny sighed sadly.
"That's the thing Hermione," She said. "Harry and I have been talking, and I think that I should stop playing on the Holyhead Harpies team." I nodded. Ginny was at work again, but was struggling a bit. "I mean, whenever I'm at work, I just want to be with James and Harry, but when I'm with James and Harry, I keep on thinking about work. I just don't know what to do." She put James in a highchair and sat down, sighing. I leant over the table and gave her hand a tight squeeze.
"Well, maybe you should take more time to think about this. Ginny, this is your dream job, you have your dream husband," Ginny blushed a bit at this. "And you have the perfect little boy, with number two on the way. If you give this job up, you can't go back to it later on. And say you can't find another job? What will you do then? Just sit at home?"
"No! Never!" She said fiercely. "It's just, when I was pregnant with James, well, I stayed at work when I was about five months pregnant. I was playing really high up, and one of the new Beaters on the team, well, the idiot sort of almost hit me in the stomach with a Bludger. And then I almost smacked into Gwenog, and Harry got really worried about me. It's just, Harry said that the job's too dangerous for a pregnant woman to play, and he obviously doesn't want me getting hurt." I sat there, open-mouthed.
"Really?" I asked.
"Really." Ginny confirmed.
"Well, maybe Harry's right." I said. "Quidditch is quite dangerous if you're pregnant."
"I know." Ginny sighed again.
"Well, why don't you apply for another job, but still keep the Quidditch one, just in case."
"Well, what other jobs are there?" I thought deeply.
"Well, the Daily Prophet's looking for a Senior Quidditch correspondent, so maybe you could apply for that." I said.
"Right, thanks Hermione." She gave me a sisterly hug.
We could hear Harry and Ron apparating outside the Living Room where we were sitting. Harry came in first, followed by Ron.
"Hi Hermione!" Harry said, sitting next to Ginny. Seeing Ginny's dim face made his smile turn immediately to a worried expression. "What's wrong Gin?"
Ron sat next to me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.
"We were talking about me getting a new job, so that I can spend more time here to look after James and the new baby when it comes." Harry clasped Ginny's hand, listening intently. "And, well, after that thing with James and that Beater…."
"Yeah, I'm still going to kick that guy's ass…." Harry said, smiling a little. Ginny didn't smile.
"Well, I think that I should apply for another job." Ginny finished, looking up into Harry's green eyes.
"Uh, sure, which job?" He asked.
"Senior Quidditch Correspondent for the Daily Prophet." Ginny said. "I mean, I'm going to keep the Harpies job in case I don't get that job, but I think that it'd be easier for me. And then I might be able to spend more time with you." She added quickly, winking at Harry. He grinned and nodded.
"OK Gin. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy. Hiya little buddy!" Harry said, tickling James underneath the chin, making him squeal. Ginny looked at Harry and James and smiled.
"Well, Ron and I have to get home," I said, breaking the moment. Harry and Ginny nodded and together, Ron and I stood up and apparated back to our Living Room.
I went into the kitchen and began putting dinner on.
"So, what did you do today?" Ron asked after he had changed and joined me in the kitchen.
"Well, except for talking to Ginny….nothing." I told him. "So, what are we getting Harry for his birthday?" I asked. I heard a dish shatter. I spun round, my bushy hair flying and saw Ron standing there, open mouthed, with the dish at his feet in a million pieces.
"I forgot it was his birthday." Ron said. I scowled.
"And that's a reason to break a dish?" I asked, although I was smirking on the inside.
"No, it's just…..blimey, his birthday." Ron said, staring at the shattered dish. He pulled out his wand and repaired the dish before putting it on the worktop. "I'd completely forgotten."
"You'd forgotten you best friends birthday?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Well, yeah, I mean, it's been busy at work, and most of the time, everyone but me and Harry are complete idiots, and then I have to do all these papers…." Ron trailed off, shaking his head. I lead him out of the kitchen and into the Dining Room and sat him down in a nearby chair.
"You've never told me that you had all this work to do." I said. He shook his head again. "Well, I think that you'll need something to relieve the stress with…"
"Huh?" He asked, looking up, with a confused expression on his face. I winked at him and left the room to put the food down to cook on low. I walked back into the Dining Room and stood in front of Ron.
He was smirking. I winked at him again and sat in his lap, kissing him with all my might. When we pulled away, he began nibbling my ear, while my hands found his hair, running themselves through them.
"What did you have in mind Hermione?" He asked huskily.
"It's Mrs Weasley to you." I told him, kissing him on the lips again, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" He said, his hands moving all over my body.
"I was thinking that we could do this…." Ron moaned loudly as I moved my hips a little.
"God…You're such a tease…." He whimpered. I smiled and we began kissing again. Believe me, the stress had gone.
During the week leading up to Harry's birthday, Ron seemed even more stressed. I could see it in his eyes when he got in from work, or when he kissed me, or grinned at me madly; there was no twinkle in his big blue eyes. The smile was sometimes put on. It tore me apart every time I saw him, working away until midnight, having too many sleepless nights, and when he couldn't get up in time for work he'd suddenly forget to say "Good morning" to me, he'd forget to say Goodbye to me when he left.
Just four days before Harry's birthday, Ron apparated back long after I'd brushed my teeth (My parents are dentists, so of course I had to do that.) and gone to bed, although I'd been lying awake for absolute hours. Ron stumbled sleepily into our room and fell on top of the bed, inches from me, not bothering to take his clothes off.
"Ron?" I heard a grunt, signalling he was still awake. "Where have you been?"
"Work." He grunted rolling onto his back.
"Why are you back so late?"
"All the paperwork, it's so hard. Can I go to sleep now?" He asked, turning onto his side and burrowing into his pillow. I lifted my hand and stroked his cheek gently, making him whimper a little, as if my touch hurt him.
"Your cheek, it's so cold." I said.
"Hmmm." Ron grumbled. "Stupid Elliot Lawrence." I looked at him sympathetically. Elliot Lawrence was one of Ron's co-workers. Ron and him had it in for each other, constantly trying to beat each other. I remembered one time when Ginny and I had invited him over to 12 Grimmauld Place to have dinner with us and with Harry, Teddy and Ginny, before James had been born, when Teddy was five…..
Flashback
"I'm telling you Hermione, Lawrence is evil!" Ron complained. Harry nodded and Ginny and I just looked shocked.
"Give the man a chance," Ginny said, following my train of thought. "Remember what mum says; Don't judge a book by it's cover…"
"First impressions are often entirely wrong." I finished. Ginny nodded in agreement. Harry and Ron stared at us as if we were mad.
"Harry," Ginny said. "Could you go back to Grimmauld Place and put something decent on, check on Teddy…..and set the table while you're there!" She called after him as he grumpily walked into the hallway and apparated.
"Ron, Lawrence will be at Grimmauld Place soon, can you please just put something decent to wear on- Don't look at me like that!" I snapped as he frowned deeply. "Just do this….for me." Ron sighed and headed off to our bedroom. "We'll be apparating in a few minutes!"
Ginny and I were dressed already. Ginny was wearing a beautiful green dress (Green didn't clash with her hair as much), with her long red hair half- up, half- down and was wearing a pair of high heels Harry had brought her for her birthday. I was wearing a dark blue dress, with my hair tied up (with the help of a lot of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, just like at the Yule Ball) into that same elegant knot at the back of my head (Also from the Yule Ball). I too was wearing matching high heels. I'd only made the effort because if this Lawrence happened to be "Evil", as Ron put it, then maybe he'd cut him some slack, or something like that. Although, I blushed at the idea he had told all the other Auror's I was "Amazingly beautiful".
When Ron had finished changing, the three of us apparated to Grimmauld Place and were met by Harry, who was red in the face and accompanied by a very old looking Kreacher, and a tall man with a thick build, not too different from McLaggen, and wispy blonde hair.
"I'm Elliott Lawrence," he said, offering us each his hand. "Wow, Harry, your wife's really good-looking…really sexy…" Ginny chose to ignore that comment.
"I'm Ginny Potter, nice to meet you." She said, shaking his hand and forcing a smile onto her face. "I'm Ron's sister too."
"Ron's sister? Well, you're rather good-looking…for a Weasley." Ginny's smile vanished. He turned to me. "And you are?"
"I'm Hermione Weasley, Ron's wife." I said, shaking his hand. "So nice to meet you."
"No! You can't be Weasley's wife, surely? You're too pretty!" He said. I looked over at Ron, who was his usual shade of beetroot. I giggled nervously.
"Yes, I'm his wife, we've been married for years…."
"I know, I saw pictures in the Daily Prophet, but I thought that you were only doing it for the little money he owns." My smile vanished too. "You're muggle-born, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Master Potter," Kreacher croaked. "Kreacher will go and set the table, the dinner is almost done." Kreacher apparated away with a POP!
"Er-Shall we go and wait for my house elf to dish up our food? Teddy's waiting for us…." Harry asked. Ginny and I nodded.
"Umm, Ginny, can I have a word with you upstairs?" I asked. Ginny nodded. We quickly went up the stairs and stood in the room that I'd shared with Ron and Harry before fifth year.
"So they weren't kidding!" Ginny said, frowning. "What do you think he meant by that comment, that I'm 'Rather Good-looking- For a Weasley'?"
"Ginny, I think that he's just trying to be nice…"
"Nice? Nice Merlin's saggy left ass cheek!"
"Ginny!" I scolded. "Don't swear!"
"Hermione, this guy's just like Harry's been telling me….maybe this wasn't such a good idea…."
"Just give it a few minutes and it'll be fine." I told her, as we went back downstairs.
Dinner was a rather eventful time. Soon, Lawrence was criticising almost everything in Grimmauld Place.
"This place looks like it belonged to Dark Wizards," He commented. "I mean, look at it, it's a dump! Why would the famous Harry Potter want this place?" Harry looked murderous.
"It was my godfather's, he left it to me when he died." Harry said through gritted teeth. Ginny gave his hand a tight squeeze.
"Well, I guess that it's not your fault the place is a dump…Your godfather must have been quite thick to leave his godson, especially one as famous as Harry Potter, this place…."
"You shut up about my godfather!" Harry said loudly. He looked ready to punch Lawrence's guts out. "He wasn't thick, he was brave." I smiled at him.
"Another thing," Lawrence said, ignoring Harry. "The house elf, you treat him too kindly….you need to be stern with them, or they'll run away."
"Well," I said, speaking up for the first time. "Harry sees Kreacher as a friend. Kreacher was very kind to us during the Second Wizarding War, hiding us from You-Know-Who and helping us defeat him."
"The house elf wears a locket, why would a house elf wear a locket if it's male?"
"Harry gave to him as a present, for helping us. It belonged to one of Kreacher's favourite master, Harry's godfather's brother. It's very special to him." Ron said, clenching his knife and fork so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
"Uncle Harry?" Teddy asked, tugging at Harry's sleeve. Harry looked at him. "Why is that man saying bad stuff about Mr. Kreacher?"
"I don't know Teddy." Harry said.
Soon, Lawrence began criticising Harry, Ginny, Ron and me. Even Teddy.
"Do all Weasley's have such horrid hair?" He asked.
"I like their hair." Harry said. Lawrence paid attention to what he was saying. "Ginny's hair is just… wow." Ginny blushed.
"I like their hair too," I said. "Ron once tried to dye it before we got married, but I caught him and managed to stop him."
"Well, what about the boys hair?" Teddy looked up, surprised. "It changes colour!"
"Sir, I can change it from blue to pink, see?" Teddy said proudly, making the colours change.
"Teddy has a gift." Ginny and I said together.
"So, it's just abnormal. And he looks quite thin, I'm surprised he's lived this long to be honest. And- See, he did it again! Anyway, he looks no older the five….So, Potter, you have a son, do you?" Harry glared at Lawrence with dislike.
"Teddy's my godson. His parents died fighting in the Second Wizarding War. His dad was friends with my dad, and once, was my Defence Against The Dark Arts Teacher."
"Oh, and Harry, your hair's not much better." Lawrence said. Kreacher, who was standing behind Harry's chair, stiffened slightly. I knew that Kreacher didn't like people insulting his master.
"What's wrong with it?" Ginny and Teddy asked. Teddy sounded confused, while Ginny asked with in an icy tone. If looks could kill, Lawrence would have been dead by then.
"It's messy, it sticks up at the back, I mean, you'd think that he lived on the streets as a hobo or something."
"I like my husbands hair," Ginny told him. Harry smiled at her, to which, she smiled back. "If he had different hair, say, by means of magic, I'd do every spell possible to get it back."
"I like Uncle Harry's hair! So does Victoire!"
"Victoire? What kind of name is that?"
"Victoire is our niece," I said. "She was born on the second anniversary of the battle, and her name means victory in French."
"And Harry's glasses…ugh."
"What's so 'Ugh' about them?" Ginny said, glaring at him.
"Uncle Harry let's me wear his sometimes, but they make my vision fuzzy." Teddy said.
"Well, you don't see a lot of men who are married wearing glasses, you tend to think of them as being nerdy."
"My husband is not nerdy. He's handsome, and brave, and I wouldn't change a thing about him…Especially his hair and glasses."
"Well, Miss Weasley-"
"My name's not 'Miss Weasley', it's Mrs Potter, or Ginny."
"Mrs Potter, in all fairness," Lawrence snorted snootily. "Harry probably doesn't have a lot of people who think like you do…."
"Are you saying that Harry only married me because nobody else would?" Ginny asked him icily, standing up.
"Well, I guess the Weasley's are quite smart." Lawrence sneered. No one was eating Kreacher's delicious meal anymore. Harry stood up too.
"Well, Lawrence, I think you'll find that, unlike Ginny and the rest of the Weasley's, you're the thickest git I've ever met." Harry told him, while Ron snorted. "Because, unlike you, everyone else in this room has manners, and can see that Ginny and I are not married because she's the only one who would say yes-"
"Are you sure about that?" Lawrence asked.
"Ginny and I aren't married because she was the only one who would say yes," Harry continued. "we're married because we love each other more then life itself, and I'd do anything to protect her." Ginny grabbed his hand and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Lots of girls would of said yes if Harry asked them." I told him. Ron and Ginny raised an eyebrow at me, and Ron looked a little hurt, so I quickly added; "But not me, I don't love him like that. I love Ron as much as Harry loves Ginny."
"So, not a lot." Lawrence said, clearly enjoying himself.
"Listen here!" Ron shouted, jumping up at the same time as me. "That's below the belt!"
"If I didn't love him, I wouldn't be standing here, sticking up for him!" I yelled, clearly forgetting everything else.
"Well, I guarantee, Weasley," Lawrence sneered, getting up and spitting in Ron's face as he spoke. The sight made me feel sick. "I bet you that by the time you reach twenty five, she," he pointed to me, sneering. "will have left you. In fact, she probably only married you for two reasons; she didn't want to be alone when Potter married your sister over there, and second, she felt sorry for you."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Ron asked weakly.
"I mean, you've been in love with her all your life, pining after her, and then, here we are." Lawrence turned to Harry. "And, as for you scar head, that woman probably married you for another reason altogether; She wants the gold in your vault at Gringotts."
"NO!" We all jumped and looked to wear Kreacher had been standing. He was now standing on the table. "You will not speak to Kreacher's Master like that! Harry Potter will not be insulted, not in front of Kreacher!" He looked ready to kill. Ginny looked ready to join him.
"How dare you stand in our home," Ginny demanded, "Our" referring to her and Harry. She was truly looking like Mrs Weasley. "eat our food, comment on our looks and personal lives, criticise our best friends, our house elf, our five year old godson, and our homes? You have some nerve! You stand there and expect to live to tell the tale!"
"Why, Mrs Potter, what do you expect to do to me? You forget, I'm a wizard too. Oh, and the dress is a bit too short, even though you yourself are on the short side of things, even with the high heels on…"
In a moment of confusion, Kreacher had started screaming and Harry and Ron had drew there wands.
"NO!" Kreacher screamed. "NO! YOU WILL NOT INSULT MASTER POTTERS WIFE! YOU WILL NOT INSULT MY MISTRESS!" and he flung himself at Lawrence, knocking the wind out of him.
"Kreacher!" Harry said loudly, in a commanding voice. "Get off him, even though he deserves whatever you plan to do to him…" Kreacher gave a scream but slowly moved off Lawrence. Harry put the tip of his wand to Lawrence's chest.
"I should hex you all the way into the next millennium for insulting my wife and family." Harry told him. "But I won't."
"It's because you're a coward! Wait until everyone hears this, the man who defeated You-Know-Who is a ruddy coward!" Lawrence laughed. Kreacher screamed again and lunged at Lawrence, strangling him.
"Kreacher!" Harry said. Teddy's mouth was open in astonishment. I saw Ginny reach over and put her arm around him.
"Aunt Ginny, Uncle Harry isn't a coward, is he?" Teddy asked, looking up and Ginny. His eyes were changing from blue to Harry's emerald green, and were filled with confusion.
"Of course not, Mr Lawrence is just being nasty to Uncle Harry." Ginny told him.
Teddy frowned. "But why would he be nasty?"
"Some people are just like that I'm afraid."
Kreacher started mumbling as he climbed off Lawrence. Teddy pulled away from Ginny and went to Harry.
"Uncle Harry, can we have some Ice-Cream now?" Teddy asked. Harry looked down at Teddy and his expression softened a bit.
"OK Teddy, let me just let the man up." Harry pulled his wand away. "Because I'm a nice man, I'll give you another chance."
"WHAT!" Ron, Ginny and I yelled.
"Come on, just give the guy one more chance."
Harry nodded to Kreacher, who bowed and clicked his fingers. The plates we'd been eating off of vanished back into the kitchen.
"What would Master Teddy like?" Kreacher asked the boy, who smiled.
"Ice-Cream with chocolate sauce and sprinkles and whipped cream please!" Teddy told him.
"On second thought, Kreacher, fetch us all a bowl each." Harry told him. The elf bowed and vanished.
Lawrence and Harry got up and returned to their seats, the atmosphere changed. It was all quiet. So Teddy decided to break the silence as we all sat back down.
"Aunt Hermione, Uncle Ron," Teddy said to us. "Guess what Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny gave me!" Teddy slipped off his chair and into the Living Room, only to return moments later with a large leather-bound photo album. He opened it and Ron and I gasped.
Tonks and Remus were beaming out of the photo at us. "That's my mummy and daddy!" He squealed. We smiled as he turned the pages. Soon, we came across a photo of them, not long after Teddy had been born. Remus looked years younger, holding Teddy, and Tonks tickled him underneath the chin.
"Can I have a look?" We all looked up. Lawrence was looking at us with that constant sneer on his face.
"Of course you can sir!" Teddy said, getting off Ginny's lap and walking towards Lawrence. I shot Harry a look, which Ginny, him and Ron returned. Lawrence picked up the album and looked at it, with an even bigger sneer appearing.
"These are your parents?" He asked. Teddy nodded proudly. "Your father looks old enough to be your granddad." Teddy frowned. We all frowned worriedly. Teddy often did accidental magic nowadays when he was angry or upset.
"No, he's my dad." Teddy said, as Tonk's hair changed from blue to bubblegum pink. "Uncle Harry said that my dad was brave, and that he was fighting for a better world for me to grow up in when he died. He told me that my mum did too, and that they loved me." We all smiled a little.
"Well, your mother looks a lot younger then your father, I'd say that your father looks unhappy."
"Actually," I said, clearing my throat loudly. "Tonks and Remus were very happy together, so happy in fact that they turned that into a baby. I mean," I started saying quickly at the looks I'd earned. "When people are happy together, God chooses to give them a baby." Ron grinned.
"Yes, well, your mother seems to look unhappy too, stuck with a man years older then herself." Teddy began to look upset. I knew what Lawrence was doing.
"Teddy," He looked up as I spoke. "I can tell you something, your mother and father loved each other very much, but they were in a battle, so they were a bit sad because people were dying. I remember, your father was worried that, because he had a special….gift, well, it might be too dangerous, that's all." He nodded. I turned to Lawrence. "And you, well, why don't you stop making up excuses to make the poor boy upset, he's only five. Teddy, why don't you tell us about your time at Shell Cottage with Victoire."
About five minutes later Kreacher turned up with a tray with five bowls of ice-cream on it.
"One for Master Teddy, one for Master Harry Potter, this one for mistress Ginny Potter, one for Mr Weasley and one for Mrs Weasley." Kreacher said, handing the bowl out.
"What about Mr. Lawrence?" Teddy asked, clearly forgetting what had happened.
"Master Kreacher must of forgotten to make another bowl, and the Ice-Cream is all gone now Master Teddy." Kreacher said, although he was smiling a little. Ron and I grinned.
Later on, I was standing outside the front of Grimmauld Place, drinking some Firewhiskey, watching the stars while everyone was inside, when Lawrence came out.
"What do you want Lawrence?" I asked, rather rudely, although I'm never rude normally.
"I wanted to know why you married Blood-Traitor Weasley. He's poor, too much red hair and you could do so much better."
"It's cold, I'm going inside." I said, shivering a little, as I stepped back into Grimmauld Place. Ron walked down the hall. He was carrying a sleeping Teddy.
"Fell asleep on the floor talking to Kreacher, bless him. I'm just going to bring him up to his room." He told me. "Want to come with me?" I nodded, anything to get rid of Lawrence.
Teddy slept in the room where Ginny and I used to sleep just before fifth year. Harry had kept two beds in there as Teddy had Victoire sleep round often. Ron laid Teddy down gently on the bed and pulled the bed clothes over him, being careful not to wake him. As Teddy breathed in and out, his hair changed colour (Black, Brown, Red, Blue, Pink, Green, so on, so on), and his mouth formed a small smile as he slept peacefully. I smiled at Ron, who tucked him in properly and lead me out quietly.
When we got back downstairs, Harry, Ginny and Lawrence were arguing.
"How dare you talk about my godson like that?" Harry asked, so angrily he didn't sound like himself.
"It's the truth Potter, I mean, you were literally saddled with him…" Lawrence told him.
"How Dare you?" Ginny asked.
"He's not your son though Mrs Potter." Lawrence sneered.
"He's as good as!" Ginny said, using the words Molly had used years ago. "Harry and I have raised him like our own, and that's good enough! He's happy, well cared for and has a loving godfather!"
"Kreacher, can you please escort Mr Lawrence out of the house, and not come back until you do." Harry ordered the house elf.
"Yes, Master Potter." Kreacher replied, bowing. He grabbed Lawrence's hand and pulled him towards the door. As they passed us, Lawrence sneered at Ron again.
"Well Weasley, the one good thing I can say about you is that you have a super hot sister, and that you have a great taste when it comes to wives." He said. "But just remember, soon, she'll leave you for somebody richer-"
"Don't listen to him Ron!" I told him furiously. Lawrence ignored me.
"Well, Goodbye Weasley. Oh, and Mrs Weasley, if I may say so, you have perfect looking legs, and your body…well, I'll be fantasising about you tonight…"
"How dare you talk to my wife like that?" Ron demanded, looking furious. "How bloody dare you? Get out of my mates house!" Lawrence stared at him.
"You'll lose your job Weasley, you mark my words, and your wife will be mine."
"I'd rather be run through with a swordfish then be yours!" I snapped at him. "I'm sure that any woman would rather date a Giant Squid or a Dementor than even sit in the same room as you."
Lawrence gave Ron and Harry a scathing look and allowed himself to be lead away by Kreacher.
End of Flashback
"What did he do this time Ron?" I asked.
"Started saying about how it's my fault we can't have a kid." Ron mumbled.
"But I'm pregnant, aren't I?" I told him, snuggling into him.
"Yeah, but we've lost two already…."
"They were no ones fault, trust me, the first time, it was them horrible men's fault, and the second, well, it happens all the time."
"He also started saying about how St. Mungo's sick of us being there…."
"Ron, don't be ridiculous, he's just jealous, Lawrence is just so jealous that he wants to make you unhappy."
"Love you Hermione." He yawned.
"Love you too Ron." I told him, watching him fall asleep.
Sorry about the length of the chapter, but I had writers block and then I had so many ideas flooding into my brain, so I had to put this in! My longest chapter :) By the way, I know that this is a really mushy story, but let's face it, Ron and Hermione are in Love! And I know that Mr and Mrs Granger would of been extremely pleased anyway, but there's loads more chapters, each with flashbacks explaining everything!
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