Ch. 2 - Arriving At the Burrow
"I can't get this suitcase!!" Hermione tried to pull her suitcase towards the stairs, but the less she succeeded the more tired she got. Finally Ron ran to grab her suitcase and carried it with ease down the stairs.
"Come on, Honey! No wait. I take that back. Stay there." Ron rushed the suitcase into the living room near the fireplace where they were using floo powder to travel to the Burrow.
"DADDY!" Molly was dragging her large suitcase down the stairs and turning red from exhaust when she finally reached her father. She dropped the bag and stared at her father who was laughing. "Don't you DARE laugh at me! I got it down here, didn't I?"
"Yes, I'm proud of you, Mol." He grinned at his only daughter then told her to go get her brothers from their rooms and help them with their stuff while he went to help his wife.
He could hear Hermione trying to get her "small" make-up bag together from their third story room and he was running up the stairs to help her when he spotted a note on Fred and Angelina's guest bedroom door. Ron raced back down the stairs grabbed the note and read it aloud to himself.
"You were busy with kids, didn't want to interrupt, gone to the Burrow early. See you soon. - Fred and Gina." Ron put the note in his pocket then ran to help Hermione down the stairs.
A half an hour later at the Burrow, Arthur Weasley was trying frantically to keep the fireplace as clear of obstacles as possible because any minute now Ron, Hermione, and their children would be arriving. With a 'pop!' Harry appeared and then Ginny and their entire luggage not soon after.
Molly Weasley ran in to hug her daughter and son-in-law.
"Ginny! Harry!" Minutes later, Ron appeared in the fireplace covered with the floo powder. Little Harry appeared, then Charles, then Molly, and finally Hermione.
"Grandpa!" Charles and Harry ran over to hug Arthur while Mrs. Weasley greeted Hermione and Ron.
"It's great to see you again, Hermione. It's been too long!" Arthur exclaimed trying to make his way towards his son and daughter-in-law, but was having difficulty because Charles and Harry were hanging onto his legs.
"Dad, it's only been about a month. Remember. Thanksgiving?" Ron smiled at his father and hugged him.
"Dinner's ready everyone. Let's eat!" Grandma Molly announced and started towards the kitchen, which smelled of delicious food.
"Great. food." Fred and Ron both said and headed for the kitchen. Angelina and Hermione gave each other a side-glance and laughed.
"What did I tell you about men and food?" Hermione said while walking next to Angelina to the kitchen.
"It's so true."
Dinner with the Weasleys' was always most eventful. Try keeping three children in control, three pregnant women satisfied, and the men of the family full.
"Mom, Charles is bothering me!" Molly swatted at her brother, then gave a pleading look towards Hermione.
"Charles, stop! Molly, keep your hands to yourself! Harry, do not talk with your mouth full!" Hermione shouted instructions at her children all through the meal.
"Herm, calm down. the children are fine." Ron kept trying to calm his wife while still stuffing his face. Fred and George were talking Quidditch the whole time with Harry and Ron, Angelina and Ginny were talking girl talk and Hermione wasn't really paying attention to Arthur who kept trying to make her tell him more of the muggle machines in the United States because she was too busy keeping her kids from killing each other. Dinner ended a good hour later and it was nearing 8:00.
"Molly, Charles, Harry, it's time for you to go to bed!" Ron took Harry's hand in his and Charles in the other, Molly following. Ron came back down the stairs half an hour later, looking extremely exhausted.
"It's harder than you think to get three kids in bed. First Molly complained it was too early for an 11 year old to go to bed, then Harry wanted a bed time story and Charles took his lead and begged me for three." Ron sighed and plopped down on the couch next to his wife. Angelina and Fred were seated in chairs by the fire and Harry and Ginny were nowhere to be seen, nor were Mr. or Mrs. Weasley.
"Try doing it every night." Ron put his arm around her and she propped her feet up next to her on the couch and put her head in his lap, leaving his hand on her stomach.
"It gets bigger everyday."
"No really? You're real quick, Ron." Hermione rolled her eyes and Angelina giggled while Fred also looked at his brother like some stupid idiot.
"Anyway, has anyone seen Harry and Gin?" Hermione looked over at Angelina who was now smiling broadly at Fred for some reason.
"I think they went outside." Ron drew his fingers through Hermione's hair. He smiled down at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione looked up at his big grin.
"Me and Fred are gonna hit the hay early. Good night, Herm and Ron." Angelina said as Fred helped her out of her chair, he nodded in their direction, then they headed upstairs.
"Night, you two." Hermione smiled at them then looked back at Ron. "Now, why do you have that huge grin on your face?"
He leaned down to kiss her, but she interrupted. "Ron, there are three young children upstairs, and four adults, and two outside. don't you dare."
"Oh come on, the kids are fast asleep." Ron gave Hermione a pleading look, but she returned it with a very icy one. "Wow you're really good at looking stubborn."
"I-," the door opening in the kitchen cut off Hermione. Ginny's voice came through loud and clear.
"Oh, Harry, stop it. There are other people in this-," Ginny stopped and it sounded a lot like two people kissing. "Harry, you can't."
"I can very well do whatever I want to in this house." Harry's voice trailed off again. "Let's go back outside."
"It's too cold, Harry-," Ginny started to protest again, but she was, once again, cut off.
"Then we'll go upstairs." Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and started to lead her through the den, they spotted Ron and Hermione watching them. Harry turned a deep shade of red.
"Did we interrupt something?" Ginny asked looking from Ron to Hermione and back to Ron again.
"No, better question: Did WE interrupt something?" Ron smirked at Harry.
"We're going to bed." Harry replied starting to tug on Ginny's hand.
"Sure, okay. Have a good night." Ron smiled a bit.
"Good night, Ginny, Harry." Hermione looked at them with a bit of discomfort.
After Ginny and Harry had gone upstairs into Ginny's old bedroom, Ron looked down at Hermione again with a sly smile.
"If they can do that, I sure as hell can." Ron kissed Hermione passionately, Hermione tried to pull back, but Ron was too strong, and she eventually gave in.