Ch. 4 – Drink Up
After Ron and Hermione had reentered the dining room, Ron began profusely apologizing to both Harry and Ginny.
"Harry, 'Mione over here has talked some sense into me and I've realized what a stupid git I was about this whole thing. What I should really be saying is Congratulations… Boy or Girl?" Ron smiled and shook hands with Harry again.
"Well we don't quite know yet…" Harry smiled, relieved that his brother-in-law wasn't going to murder him after all.
Ron turned around to take Ginny into a long, loving embrace.
"Ginny, if this child is even half as beautiful as you, it will be the most gorgeous kid known to the Weasley family." Ron smiled down at his sister and gave her a quick peck on the forehead.
Ginny just smiled at Ron, lost for words.
"It truly is amazing the effects that wives have on their husbands, isn't it?" Ginny cast a laugh at Hermione and they all sat down to finish their dinner.
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"Well, that was just simply amazing." Ron let out a large sigh.
Ron was seated on the couch next to Hermione located in next to the blazing fire.
"Great dinner, Harry and Ginny. Absolutely wonderful." Hermione smiled at Ginny and she noticed the wink Ginny gave her that Ron nor Harry caught.
"Oh, I'm not feeling too well," Ginny began. "I'll be right back…" Ginny held her hand to her stomach and got up from where she was seated next to Harry on the cough opposite Ron and Hermione.
"Honey, you need me?" Harry asked, a worried expression appearing on his face.
"No, babe… I'll be fine. I think it's just a little thing called… morning sickness?"
"Well it's a little late…" Ron said.
"I better go see if she's okay…" Harry began.
"No! I will! Girl's don't want guys to comfort them when they're having female problems. TRUST ME." Hermione smiled and hurried up the stairs after Ginny.
Once they were both safely in the bathroom, Hermione smiled wickedly at Ginny.
"Great excuse, Gin. You were always quite the liar."
"That wasn't a lie… just a little… fib?" Ginny giggled silently, just so the guys wouldn't hear her.
"Ginny, are you sure you still want to take this? I mean, with the baby and all…" Hermione looked a little worried.
"Oh, I didn't really think about that… let's check the book and see what it says."
Hermione pulled out the large, brown leather-bound book and thumbed through the pages until she came upon the potion they had brewed, the 'Plaisirs Vus' [A/N – Pleasures Seen in French].
"Blah, blah, blah… oh here it is. 'Not dangerous towards elders, people with heart trouble, or expectant mothers.' Well, there you go. But are you sure?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, I mean it took us all day. The potion has got to be right. I mean, what could go wrong? … Right?" Ginny just grinned broadly.
Hermione poured the two cups they had equally with the blueish-green liquid and handed one to Ginny.
"Well, cheers!"
[Okay…. Another REALLY short chapter, but you'll get over it… I mean for gosh sakes… this was a great way to end it wasn't it? I mean right now you're probably sitting on the edge of your seat stairing at the screen and screaming at it because your mad I stopped here… nah j/k… if only my writing was that good and wanted –sigh-… oh well, thanks to erin for such encouragement with such few reviews ;-D]