"Goddamn that blasted phone!" Ginny yelled loudly as she set a pan of boiling hot water back down on the stone. Everyone always seemed to call when there was something important to be done around the house.

"I'll be there in a minute!" she yelled loudly at the ringing nuissance.

Wiping her hands on a dishtowel as she went, Ginny picked up the phone off of the reciever and said harshly into the phone, "Hello?"

Afer a few moments of mindless introductions, the caller finally asked if they could speak to one Hermione Granger. Glad to be rid of the phone, Ginny yelled loudly at Hermione who was outside tanning in the middle of her rose garden.

"What is it?" Hermione called back.

"It's some man on the phone. He wants to speak with you," Ginny said.

Hermione stood up and wrapped the towel she had been laying on around her bikini-clad body. Walking up to Ginny, she snatched the phone out of the younger girl's hand and leaned dagerously close to her face.

"A man, you say? You make it sound like such a bad thing."

Ginny smiled and leaned up, snatching a kiss form Hermione's soft lips before following her lover inside of the house.

"This is Hermione Granger," Hermione said.

Ginny flopped down on the couch and threw a hand over her eyes. She let out a sigh and then remembered that she had water boiling when she heard it sizzling on the stove. Quickly she got up and raced into the kitchen to stop from burning the house down.

In the living room, Hermione was still sitting on the phone listening to the man on the other end of the line speak. She had gotten maybe ten words in for the entire conversation. But the man hadn't noticed. He was too busy telling her that she had a distant relative who had just recently passed away in a tragic accident. After all of the details of that were through, he finally got down to what he needed to say. And when he finally said it, Ginny was alerted as well.

She heard the phone drop, and Hermione faint in the other room.

Without thought, Ginny found herself at Hermione's side in an instant, holding her up and trying to slap her back to consciousness.

"Wha-?" Hermione said as she looked up into Ginny's eyes.

"You fainted, Love," she said softly.

"Shit!" Hermione yelled as she picked up the phone and resumed the conversation like nothing had happened. "What time and where?"

Hermione walked over to the mantle of the fireplace and was about to write down some important information, but stopped and turned back around, smiling slightly at Ginny almost as if to say she were sorry.

"Then I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow. Goodbye."

Hermione hung the phone up and looked at it thoughtfully for a few seconds before setting it on the mantle.

"Who was that?" Ginny asked, coming over to wrap her arms around Hermione.

"That was the best friend of a distant cousin of mine. I don't think I've ever met the poor chap, but apparently now he and his wife are dead. I'm the only living relative that isn't at least ninety years old, and so that means that we've just inherited their son."

Ginny looked at Hermione for a few seconds with a very blank expression. The thought was still being thrown around in her head.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Do we really want a child?"

Hermione bit her bottom lip and walked over to Ginny. She put a hand on her shoulder and then pulled her into a tight hug.

"It can't be all that bad. I think it'll be good for us."

"What if it tears us apart?" Ginny asked into Hermione's neck.

"I won't let it."

"Promise?"

"I promise."