Author's Note: I was so excited by all of the response I got for the last chapter. I loved how everyone was more excited about them telling Mrs. Weasley than the actual baby! I hope I don't disappoint! Still not Rowling.

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Hermione and George were nervous about the Weasley dinner that was to occur the next day, more specifically how each person would take it. They were working down at the shop every day and trying to keep their minds occupied, but when the movement and noise stopped, their fears returned. Hermione was lying on her side, staring at the opposite wall, so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice that George's breathing was not the slow and easy breaths that sounded when he was asleep. George was lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the impending drama that was almost guaranteed to occur the next day. He heard Hermione's short, shallow breaths next to him and rolled over to face her back.

"Hey Mione?"

"Hmm?"

"You alright?"

Hermione turned around to face him, their faces inches apart. George looked into her worried eyes, still visible due to the moonlight pouring in the slats of the shutters. He looked at her and saw the worry on her face that he was sure was present on his as well.

"I just, I just…" Hermione struggled for words, looking at George imploringly.

"I know. Me too." George pulled her close and held her to his chest, wishing he could remove her worry just by a kind of skin-to-skin osmosis. He rolled onto his back and she rested her head on his chest, lying against him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They lay like that for what seemed like hours until they both drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

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One would think that a Sunday, with no chores or work to be done, would be a slow, lazy day. The thing about time, though, is that it has a nasty habit of speeding by when you desperately want it to slow down. Before Hermione and George knew it, it was 4 o'clock and it was time to get ready for dinner. When 5 o'clock hit, George and Hermione looked at each other nervously.

"Ready?" asked George as he took her hand.

"No. Let's go," replied Hermione, and with a quick spin, they were gone.

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They landed at the top of the hill where Hermione had caught up to George and thanked him that fateful night months ago. As they regained their balance, the symbolism was not lost on them. Last time, they had been ordered to marry. Last time, they had both been in heavy depressions. This time, they were almost completely different people. Now they were a couple in love going to tell of the upcoming addition to the family. How much had changed in just a few months was overwhelming.

Hermione looked up and saw George, his freckles standing out on his shockingly pale face. She knew he was remembering what life had been like last time, just as she had. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, and started walking forward, pulling him along. They better get this over with.

As they reached the Burrow, they saw everyone setting the table and helping Molly put food on the table outside. They said their hellos and sat down, avoiding questions about why they had missed the last dinner. Dinner began and conversation was light and friendly, but conversation soon changed to Ginny's pregnancy. As she was about five months along, she was in a much better mood, although she was a bit clingier with Harry. They were talking about how she was feeling and what was going on, and suddenly Ginny turned to Hermione and asked casually, "So when is it your turn?"

The table went silent, even though Ginny had not spoken loudly.

"I…errr…well…" Hermione mumbled, unable to speak coherent words.

"Hermione's pregnant!" George blurted out.

"George!" Hermione shouted.

The table was silent, then several things happened at the same time.

Mrs. Weasley burst into tears; Ginny shouted "I KNEW IT!;" Ron roared "WHAT?;" and Harry, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Percy, Luna, and Fleur all beamed. Ron was the first to recover, and he stood up suddenly. "WHAT? You two, I just, WHAT?"

"Ron," said Luna in her dreamy voice, laying a hand on his forearm, gently beckoning him to sit down.

"I just, this is just… NO! YOU TWO? NO!"

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!"

Silence suddenly fell as though everyone had been struck dumb, staring at the woman who was standing up, facing Ron with a furious expression on her face.

But it wasn't Ginny or Hermione. It wasn't even Mrs. Weasley.

It was Luna.

The dreamy voice was gone and replaced with a voice so cold and unfamiliar that those listening felt a chill spread around the table.

"How DARE you! It is none of your business what goes on in their relationship. It might not have gotten through that thick head of yours, but everyone else here has clued in to the fact that, not only are Hermione and George married, but they are in love. That means that whatever happens in their relationship has nothing to do with you, so you should keep your big nose out of it. She is not your wife, Ronald. I AM. You told me you loved me and you obviously lied because you are certainly not over Hermione."

She turned to Hermione and said, her voice softening, almost back to its usual dreamy tone, "Hermione, please don't think this is at all your fault. I am so happy for you and George and I hope that maybe one day I can have as happy a family as you have already. I just love kids. They're usually much more perceptive when it comes to seeing creatures like the snorkak. Just make sure to look out for thurnops when you're creating the nursery. They watch over babies."

She turned to a very shocked Mrs. Weasley and said with a sad smile, "Thank you so much for preparing this lovely dinner, Molly, but I'm afraid I can't stay. I'm just not feeling up to celebrating and I don't want to ruin such a happy occasion."

"Oh, but dear…" Molly began.

"I really couldn't Molly, I'm terribly sorry." Her voice cracked, and she turned away with that same sad smile, heading a small ways away, and with a crack!, she vanished.

Everyone turned in silence to stare at a very pale Ron, who was still standing, staring at the spot where she had vanished, and looking as though he had been petrified.

"I hope you learned your lesson, Ronald," said Mrs. Weasley sternly, though the effect was somewhat dampened by the tears dripping off her cheeks. "You better go find her and apologize or you'll lose her, if you haven't already."

Ron's eyes widened and he started off, but then stopped. He turned and walked back to face Hermione and George. "I'm sorry," he said in a voice filled with regret and sadness. "Congratulations." He stuck out his hand to George, much to everyone's surprise. George regarded him for a second, then grasped his brother's hand with a smile. Mrs. Weasley promptly burst into tears again. Ron gave a small smile to the two of them, then walked a few steps and disapperated.

A sarcastic voice broke the silence. "Well, that was eventful." Everyone turned to look at Ginny, who was looking at her mother. "Why didn't you cry like this when I told you I was pregnant?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled and wiped her eyes with her napkin. "From the day Harry saved you from that basilisk, I knew it was only a matter of time before you two were together." Everyone except Mr. Weasley looked shocked.

"Dad?" Ginny said, looking for confirmation.

Mr. Weasley smiled fondly at Ginny and Harry. "Your mother is right. Harry has always been like a son to us. It was only fitting."

Hermione looked at Harry, whose eyes were glassy with tears he was fighting to keep from falling. She knew how much Arthur saying that meant to Harry, as he had said on several occasions that the Weasleys were the family he never had. Harry buried his face in Ginny's long red hair to hide the two or three tears that were falling. Everyone politely ignored this, understanding how he felt. Bill and Fleur rose from the table.

"Well, we must be off. We have to get Victoire home for bed," Bill said, gesturing to the strawberry blonde-haired 18-month old snoozing on Fleur's shoulder. They went around the table saying their goodbyes and finally reached Hermione and George. Bill hugged both George, then Hermione, saying with a wink, "Make sure not to give us as many kids as Mum did. Mum doesn't need 42 grandchildren, as much as she might say she does."

Fleur handed Victoire off to Bill and hugged Hermione tightly. The two young women had become much closer as Fleur had calmed down and lost (most of) her pretentiousness. "Oh Ermyohknee, I am so 'appy for you two. I 'ope everysing goes vell for you. Let me know eef you need anysing, any 'elp vis ze pregnancy. I know 'ow deeficult eet can be."

"Thank you, Fleur," said Hermione with a smile. Fleur hugged George and then she accompanied her husband and daughter inside, where they would floo home. Percy followed, congratulating the couple and apologizing that he could not stay longer to talk, then apparated off to the Ministry.

Ginny ran up to Hermione and immediately shoved her.

"What was that f-" Hermione began to say, but Ginny shouted over her.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! THAT DAY I SO KNEW IT! I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! HOW FAR ARE YOU ALONG? OH, OUR CHILDREN ARE GOING TO BE BEST FRIENDS! AND COUSINS! AND THEY'LL ALL GO TO HOGWARTS TOGETHER! SO WHEN ARE YOU DUE? HOW FAR ALONG ARE YOU? OH THIS IS SO EXCITING!"

Hermione looked exasperatedly over at Harry, who was watching his wife gabble on excitedly, completely oblivious to the fact that no one was listening any more. He smiled brightly at Hermione and pulled her into a bear hug. "Congratulations, Mione. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks Harry," said Hermione, who was then dragged off by Ginny to discuss everything.

Harry turned to George and smiled at him. "Congrats, George. Don't tell Ron, but I think you two are great for each other. You really balance each other out."

George grinned at him. "Thanks, mate. And don't worry. I won't be telling Ickle Ronnikins any time soon." He held out his hand and Harry grasped it. George then pulled him into a one-armed hug. "You know, you're the first bloke I haven't wanted to murder for being with my sister."

Harry laughed. "A high compliment indeed." They laughed and walked into the house. They walked into the living room and took seats on the couch so as to watch the Weasley drama continuing to play out.

Ginny was still chattering on about their kids going to school together and Hermione was desperately trying to escape. Mr. Weasley, seeing this, came over to talk to her.

"Hermione, I just want to tell you that I am so happy for you. You've done so much for this family and we are so glad you are a part of it." He pulled her into a hug and whispered so George couldn't see. "Molly and I can't thank you enough for what you did for George. I don't know how, but you brought him back to life, and for that we are forever grateful." Hermione teared up as Mr. Weasley gave her an extra squeeze. She missed hugs from her father, and it was wonderful to know that, if she couldn't have her parents, at least the Weasleys would always be there for her.

Hermione had no sooner been let go than she was having the air squeezed out of her by an again-sobbing Mrs. Weasley. Hermione could only catch words here and there because she was crying so hard. All Hermione heard was "so happy," "thank you," "another daughter," "George," "grandchildren," and "I love you." That was enough for Hermione, who promptly started bawling. The drama of the day, plus the loss of her parents, plus finding another family that remembered her and loved her as their own, on top of pregnancy hormones turned Hermione into a waterfall, crying both out of happiness and sadness. The rest of the family looked on bemusedly as the two women held each other and cried onto each other's shoulders. When they finally came to a sniffling conclusion, George stood up and headed over.

"Mum, I think I need to take Hermione home now. And you should probably get to bed as well," he said as he extracted his puffy-eyed wife from his equally red-eyed mother's embrace.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. So silly of me. I just, I'm just so happy for you two," replied Mrs. Weasley with a watery smile.

"I know, Mum, I know." George smiled at her and gave her a hug. "I love you, Mum. We'll see you next Sunday." He turned to Ginny and gave her a bear hug, all the while watching out for her growing belly. "You keep this one in line," he said with a grin, gesturing to Harry before again holding out his hand to shake. They shook hands, grinning, as Ginny replied, "I always do." They all laughed and George headed to his father while Hermione said her goodbyes.

"Dad," he said to Mr. Weasley as he held out his hand. Mr. Weasley smiled at his son and pulled him into a hug, ignoring the handshake that had been started. George hugged his father back.

"I'm so proud of you, George. And I'm so happy for you."

George desperately fought to keep his emotions in when he heard his father's words. Those were words that were rarely heard by Fred and George when they were growing up, always being the ones in trouble. He had only heard it a handful of times, the last time being when his father came to visit Fred and George at the shop for the first time.

"Thanks Dad," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

They parted and George turned around, looking for Hermione, who was caught in another huge embrace of Mrs. Weasley's. She was finally released and she joined George. They walked hand-in-hand to the front yard, where they disapperated without a word, both too caught up in their thoughts. They landed in the living room and headed to the bedroom to get ready for bed, Hermione especially exhausted from all her crying. They both undressed on their separate sides of the bed. George climbed into bed in his shorts that had snitches on them, and watched as his wife unbuttoned and then raised her arms to pull on one of his button down shirts, so old it was fraying at the collar and halfway up the sleeves, to where he had always folded it. He did not look at any part of her but her stomach, trying to see if any bump was there, showing any evidence of his soon-to-be son or daughter. He hadn't noticed it before, probably because he had been so caught up in their fighting, then their celebration, then the dinner, to notice that she had a bump starting. He saw her abdomen curving out, and felt a glow as he finally fully appreciated the realness of the situation. There was his wife in front of him. His beautiful, beautiful wife, and there was his little boy or girl. He knew they still had about seven months to go, but he was anxious to be a dad. He hadn't noticed how much he had been staring until Hermione coughed loudly. His head snapped up, a dazed look still on his face.

"What were you so intrigued with?" she asked, climbing into bed.

"You," he said simply. He smiled as he saw a blush slowly spread across her cheeks. He loved how she always blushed when he complimented her; he found it adorable. They lay there for a few minutes in silence, but, just as George was starting to feel tired, Hermione spoke up.

"That was a lot to deal with today."

"Tell me about it." There was a pause and then George said, "If that was bad, imagine how nuts they'll all be when the baby's born."

They looked at each other and chuckled. Then they completely lost it. The tension they had been holding in, plus all of the emotions that had filled them tonight overwhelmed them, and they laughed their heads off. Hermione finally hiccupped herself back to silence, with George gasping for breath, clutching his sides.

Hermione giggled at George's bright red face and leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close and kissing her softly on the lips.

"Goodnight George."

"Goodnight Hermione."