It bothers me how short the chapters appear on FanFiction. I mean, on my computer their they are like six pages long. They should fix that... Anyways, on with the story!

The Kitchen

Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way back to the Burrow well after the sun had risen. "Where have you lot been?" Molly asked as they entered, laughing tiredly.

"Out for a walk," Ron said.

Molly raised an eyebrow at him. "When did you leave?"

Ron opened his mouth. "Earlier. We all woke up early," Hermione said before he could speak.

"Hmm," Molly said disapprovingly. "So," she went on, dropping the subject. "What are you planning to do today?"

"Nap," Ginny said, yawning. She sat down at the table.

"That sounds like a great idea," Ron agreed, swaying exhaustedly on his heels.

"You best eat something first," Molly said. She received a chorus of groans. "At least have some toast," she insisted.

Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all sat down and sleepily forced themselves to eat. Once they'd all worked through one piece of toast each, Molly was satisfied.

"Ron, don't forget, I need you to de-gnome the garden today."

"Mhm," Ron mumbled with a yawn.

"Well off you go then," She said. "Get some sleep,"

The teens grunted in agreement and headed to their respective rooms for the sleep they'd been denying themselves. Ginny, not even bothering to take her dressing robe off, collapsed onto the bed and pulled the covers over herself. Harry took his glasses off, placed them on the night stand, and crawled into bed next to her. "That was fun," he said, kissing her on the cheek. Ginny didn't respond as she was already asleep.

It was well past noon when Harry and Ginny woke up. Hermione had already been awake for half an hour. Ron bumped into them on the way down. The four, now energized, skipped lunch and headed outside.

Ron passed his sister, girlfriend, and now brother-in-law bags of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans, keeping one for himself, and they set to work, scattering the sweets and making a trail as they walked away from the garden.

"Explain to me how this is going to work?" Harry asked.

"Gnomes love Bertie Bott's Beans. They'll follow the trail and hopefully get lost once their out of here."

"Why don't we just set Crookshanks off on them?" Ginny asked, struggling to bend over to pour beans without toppling forward.

"Hermione thinks it's barbaric," Ron explained rolling his eyes.

"It is," Hermione interjected.

"Sure," Ron said. He looked down to see that the box in his hand was empty. "That should do it," he said. He turned to Harry. "Want to toss the Quaffle around?"

"Always," Harry said, and they tossed their boxes aside and headed to the broom shed.

Ron and Harry rose into the air on their broom sticks and passed a Quaffle back and forth while Ginny and Hermione sat on the ground below, chatting.

"What are you going to name the baby if it's a girl?" Hermione asked.

"It's a boy," Ginny said.

"But if it isn't?"

Ginny thought about it. "Lily, I think."

"After Harry's mum?"

"Yeah. And also, I like the name. It's pretty, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Hermione agreed. "So, seeing as you're so sure it's a boy, what do you have in mind for him?"

Ginny tapped a finger against her chin in thought. "I kind of want to pick one out when I see him, you know? Like, I want to just look at him and say, 'His name is...'."

"That sounds beautiful."

"Thanks," Ginny said. She giggled. "Some woman in Paris told me I should name him Oscar."

"Oscar?"

"I'll think about it," Ginny said. She looked up at her brother and boyfriend, whizzing around in the air, and yearned to join them, to feel the wind blowing through her hair, soaring high on her broomstick. "I cannot wait to not be pregnant anymore," She said.

Hermione laughed lightly. "Whatever do you mean?" she asked sarcastically. "Don't you just love carrying around forty extra pounds?"

"Oh, it's heavenly," Ginny retorted. "It's almost as fun as puking every ten minutes, like earlier on."

"Well at least that got better," Hermione offered.

"Yeah," she said. "Not all hope is lost." Ginny looked back up at the boys on their brooms, laughing and calling across to each other. She rubbed her extremely large belly and sighed. "But at the same time, there's a part of me that wants to stay pregnant. I mean, we're basically just waiting for him to be born before we leave."

"Right," Hermione said. "We had so much fun last night I almost forgot."

"We all did," Ginny said, gliding her hands over her belly. "That was the point."

The girls sat in silence for a moment, watching the boys fly around above them, before Hermione spoke softly. "It won't be forever, you know."

"I know."

"I mean, once we finish this and Harry defeats Voldemort, the war will be over. We can go back to normal."

Ginny laughed. "Hermione, what exactly would you call normal about the way things are now?"

Hermione laughed as well. "Good point."

Ginny's smile fell as she spoke again. "I just don't want anything to happen," she cradled her stomach slightly. "I can't imagine having to do this without Harry." Tears started to form in her eyes.

"You won't," Hermione said, grabbing her friend's hand. "I promise." Ginny nodded and wiped the tears away. "And I keep my promises," Hermione added.

Ginny smiled and composed herself. "You're right," she said. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Right," Hermione agreed. The boys' brooms lowered to the ground, and they climbed off the join Hermione and Ginny. "Good game?" Hermione asked, mildly interested.

"Very," Ron said. "What did you guys talk about?"

Ginny shot Hermione a nervous look. "Baby names," Hermione said, not going any further.

"Any new ideas?" Harry asked, pulling Ginny in and rubbing his hand over her stomach.

"Ginny shook her head. "We'll know when we see him."

"Well you know what I know right now?" Ron said. "It's time for tea."

"Good idea," Hermione agreed, and she, along with Harry and Ginny, followed Ron into the kitchen.

"I'll get the cups," Ginny said, heading toward the cupboard.

"I'll put the kettle on," Hermione chimed in. The small kitchen rung with the sound of cupboard doors being opened and closed and cups and plates clanging. It was all tied together by the loud whistle of the kettle as the water boiled. Hermione carried it over to the table and poured steaming water into the cups, while Harry followed, dropping a teabag into each. Ginny came waddling toward them, carrying a plate of biscuits.

The four friends sat down around the table and sipped their tea. "Ron," Hermione said. "You need a haircut. Your hair is getting shaggy."

"I like my hair, thank you very much Hermione."

"But honestly Ron, it looks so... I mean it would only take a few seconds."

"Hermione," Ron said exaggeratedly. "You're starting to sound like my mum."

"And that would be bad because?" Molly Weasley said, entering the room, a basket of unfolded clothes levitating next to her.

"It's not," Hermione said. "He just thinks that anyone who suggested that he cut his untamed mane is a mad woman."

"I have to agree with her dear," Molly said, flicking her wand and causing the clothes to fold themselves and she made herself tea from what was left in the kettle. "It's getting rather long."

"Mum, please, stick to picking on Charlie's hair."

"How can she pick on Charlie's hair if he isn't here?" Ginny asked mockingly.

"Exactly," Molly said, sipping her tea as the last of the garments finished folding itself and landed in the basket, gently. "So, did you finish with the garden?"

"It's completely gnome free," Ron said.

Molly raised an eyebrow. "Why do I honestly doubt that?"

"Probably because we lead them away with Every Flavour Beans," Hermione said.

Molly rolled her eyes. "How many times must I tell you, that doesn't work?" She sighed. "Anyway, I've got to go take care of some doxies I found in the drapes upstairs. If you need me I'll be on the third floor. And Ron, go out there and do it right." And with that she left.

Ron sighed and drank his tea. "Bloody mad," he said, He looked over at Hermione and smirked. "Both of you."

Hermione laughed. "That's why you love me." The group finished their tea and munched on biscuits, Ron grumbling the whole time about having to redo his work. When the tea was finished Ginny, pushing on the table for support, heaved herself from her chair and began picking up everyone's cups and plates.

"I'll clean up," she said. "You guys get started on the garden." She waddled over to the counter, dishes in hand. Harry stood to help her, but she waved him down.

"Thanks," Ron said. He looked back at Harry. "Hey, maybe after we've finished with the garden again, we could-"

A loud crash came from behind them. The three teens turned to look at Ginny and the pile of broken dishes that littered the floor around her. In a split second Ginny, whose face was now red as her hair, heaved forward, gripping her stomach. A loud, pained scream escaped her lips.

"Ginny!" Harry shouted, jumping from his seat and running to his wife. Ron and Hermione were right behind him.

When Ginny's scream came to an end and she finally stood up straight. Huffing and gasping for air, Ginny looked straight at Harry with a both happy and horrified expression on her face as she spoke.

"He's coming."