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Chapter Ten: All I want for Christmas is My Old Best Friend
Unfortunately, either Ron's misguided intentions born out of friendship, or misconceived love, if not Molly's unfettered meddling has prompted him to ask me to be his wife. I'm not at my most level of emotions around Ron at the best of times, mix in pregnancy hormones on top of that and you can guess how it might've gone if not for Dad entering the library at just that "intimate moment." I suspect Harry and Ginny would've had a lovely time cleaning around the Ron-shaped imprint from the wall. With Dad in the room to help dissipate any ill-will, and act as chaperone, I promptly but politely declined. I then moved the conversation on to events that I missed in my absence, seemingly to both mine and Ron's relief. He told me of all the losses and how everyone is moving onward, especially how George and the rest of the Weasleys are handling it. Our friendship will remain just that and my baby will be just an extension of me – regardless of paternity.
One never can tell exactly how Molly takes the news of one of her sons being rejected by a perceivably "needy and desperate" witch. So it was with apprehension that my parents and I approached the Burrow for Christmas lunch.
Lunch, the festivities and presents went without much ado. I received very little for myself; even a shocking lack of books! However, the baby received a startling amount of knitwear, toys and kit. For those thoughtful gifts, I am most grateful and at the sight of the first little outfit Molly knitted I nearly started to cry. Not because it was a monogrammed monstrosity, but because it was a gift of tiny perfection that would soon lovingly keep my newborn warm and cocooned in love, and acceptance.