"I have a son," George grinned as he stepped out into the waiting room where his family was sitting. He was immediately embraced by his mother and father.
"Another nephew," Molly's eyes were full of tears. "I'm so proud of you two. When can we meet him?"
"Soon, mum. Katie's holding him. I want her to have some time with him before she's surrounded by a room full of people."
"And the name?" Fred smiled, knowingly.
George sighed. "I honored our agreement. He is Fred Weasley II."
Fred laughed and Hermione looked to him confused. "What agreement? I don't remember hearing about this."
"We had a bet when we were starting the store. If my products sold more, he was to name his first born son after me. And if I lost, I would have done the same. Of course, I won," he smirked.
"You let a bet decide the name of your son?" Hermione held back a smile as she looked at George.
"To be fair, this was before Katie. But she knew about it. Of course, I wouldn't have agreed if she wasn't alright with it. We had backup rewards, but they were awful. Trust me. You don't want to know what I'd have to do if I didn't name him Fred," he smiled.
"You two are something else," she shook her head, smiling.
"Mum! Dad!" Hermione embraced her parents. "I'm so happy you made it alright. How was your flight?"
"Oh, honey, it was fine. I'm so glad to see you back to yourself," her mother smiled. "Where's Fred?"
"He's working. I thought we could go see the shop. I can't believe it's been so long since you've been up here. Oh, and tonight, Molly and Arthur would like you to come to dinner. It's really quite a celebration. George and Katie had their baby," she grinned.
"Of course we'd love to, sweetheart," her father planted a kiss on top of her head. "It's good to see you again."
"It feels good to be back," she nodded.
"Gin, is Fred here?" Hermione asked as she and her parents stepped through the doors to the shop.
"He's in the back. Hi Mr. and Mrs. Granger," she smiled as Hermione's mother gave her a hug.
"Good to see you again, Ginny," Mrs. Granger smiled. "Will you be at dinner with Harry and your son tonight? I'd love to finally meet him."
"Of course we'll be there. And James will be delighted. He loves meeting new people."
"Hello, love," Fred stepped behind Hermione and put an arm around her. "Hello Mr and Mrs Granger. Good to see you again. Under much better circumstances this time," he smiled as he shook her father's hand and received a hug from her mother. "I need to get back to the back room, but I'll see you for dinner," he smiled at them. "I'll meet you at the burrow, love," he kissed Hermione briefly.
"Should I take them over now?"
"Oh, I think Harry would like that," Ginny smiled. "He's got James over there."
"See you at dinner, then," she walked her parents over outside. "Mr. Weasley let me borrow his car so I could bring you over. So no need for flying or apparating," she smiled at her parents as they headed down toward muggle london.
"Oh, thank goodness," her mother sighed with relief.
Hermione laughed as her parents were bombarded by Molly and Arthur. She knew it wasn't often they got to interact with muggles, but it always amused her how fascinated by them Arthur was, especially since they have met more than a few times.
"So is George coming tonight?" Hermione asked Ron as they sat in the living room with Harry and James as the parents sat in the kitchen, talking over tea.
"I don't think so. Since Katie will be in another day or so with Fred, he doesn't want to leave them," he smiled. "I think Alicia is going to take some food over to them though. She said Katie can't stop smiling. Even when she sleeps," he laughed.
"I seem to remember your sister being the same way," she smiled, remembering Ginny the first couple of days after James was born. "Until she got home and barely got any sleep, that is."
"Mum says George is going to have his hands full. As payback for being such a pain in the arse as a child," he laughed. "I think it's actually given her joy to think about it."
"Ello Arry, Ron, Ermione," Fleur walked in the living room of the burrow, holding Victoire's hand.
"Fleur, how are you?" Hermione smiled politely. She liked Fleur, but didn't have much to talk about with her. It was always a bit awkward when Bill wasn't around.
"My feet urt," she frowned, then smiled again as she rubbed her slightly enlarged belly. "I ope theez one eez a boy," her smile grew wider.