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Ron heard a distinct buzzing noise go off somewhere near the front door.
"Hermione!" he called. "Are you out of the shower yet? Harry's here!"
"Already?" she yelled back from the bathroom. "I'm still drying my hair!"
BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!
"Can't you come out with wet hair? He's waiting!" Ron was terribly impatient in the mornings.
"Ron! There is no way I am coming out there with my hair looking like the Furball Demon from Hell!"
"You know your hair never looks bad!" However impatient and aggravated it sounded, it was a compliment nonetheless.
And that's how she took it. Her voice softened. "Just let him in. Keep him busy for ten minutes."
BUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!
"Coming!" Ron shouted, making his way to the door. "COMING!" He flung the door open.
And there stood Harry Potter, Ron's best friend since he was eleven. Harry had, of course, grown a great deal since then, but Ron stood over his friend several inches. Harry's hair was still messy as ever, and those same round glasses hung about his face. But his friend's face looked genuinely happy, something Ron had finally gotten used to seeing on a regular basis (much to his pleasure) ever since the fall of Voldemort.
But the fall of Voldemort was something Ron chose not to think about.
Right now, all he was looking forward to was some quality time with his best friend. Some real time where the three of them could mellow out, just them. All together, all alo-
But wait a second. Harry wasn't alone. Right next to him stood another figure, with flaming red hair just like Ron's.
"Ginny?" he asked incredulously. "What're you doing here?"
"Way of a morning greeting, Ron," she said, pushing past him into the flat. "Nice to see you, too, by the way."
Harry walked in and whispered to Ron, "I met her out on the street and told her I was coming. I hope you don't mind."
"Harry!" Ron whined, but both of them knew it was a little late for whining.
"Eh, don't worry, Ron," Ginny said, taking a seat on the sofa. "I'll be leaving soon. Unlike SOME people, I have to work on Saturdays, too."
Ginny had found her powers as a True Seer during her sixth year in Hogwarts, and spent the last three years fully exploring them. Now she worked full time for the Ministry, sometimes helping out with Harry's Auror work.
Harry's most successful job as an Auror was, of course, Voldemort.
Harry took a seat on the other sofa, and Ron joined him.
"So, how've you been, mate?"
"Pretty good, in the last three days I haven't seen you." Harry grinned.
"What?" Ron asked. "Three days? Whoa, time flies."
"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked, obviously eager to meet one of her closest girlfriends.
"Oh, Little Miss Sunshine's in the bathroom, doing her HAIR." Ron rolled his eyes.
"What?" Harry asked. "Is she in a bad mood or something?"
"No, Harry, for your information, I am NOT in a bad mood," Hermione said, now out of the bathroom with her hair completely straight. "But Ron over here will have to pay for making assumptions, won't he?"
"Pay?" Ron asked, mocking her. "How in God's name would I have to pay?"
Hermione said nothing, just leaned back into the chair next to Ginny and smirked suggestively.
Everyone else burst into laughter while Ron stared at her in complete disbelief. "You don't mean- you can't mean- Hermione, you wouldn't do that to me."
"Then you don't know me very well, Ron," she insisted.
"Ah, relax," Harry said. "Just take your punishment. There's got to be a downside to being married, hasn't there?"
Ginny shrugged. "Not always. You know, Hannah Abbot has been married to Neville ever since the last day of Hogwarts, and they haven't had a fight since."
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed. "I didn't know they were married!"
"They are," Harry said. "Neville runs a shop over in Russia now. I was over there last week when I met him up and he told me."
"But-but," Hermione was still shocked. "Wasn't Neville your boyfriend all through school, Ginny?"
"He was," she admitted calmly. "Until he married Hannah Abbott."
Harry and Ron both took the opportunity to break out into extreme laughter. Ginny giggled a bit, but Hermione found the behavior outrageous.
"You can't laugh!" she insisted. "It's simply dreadful! I can't imagine Neville would do such a thing."
"Neither did I," Ginny said. "Hannah always had a thing for him. I never really liked him myself." She paused, seemingly uncomfortable, possibly contemplating over her never-ending schoolgirl crush on Harry. "I actually think it's a good thing they wound up married. Otherwise he might have proposed to me and I might never have been happy."
"See?" Ron pointed out to Hermione. "One person's idea of dreadfulness can be another's idea of complete fortune."
Hermione made a huffing noise, which just caused Ron to laugh again.
"You," she said, glaring at him. "Are insufferable. And to think I'll-" She cut herself off mid-sentence, as though just realizing what she was saying.
"You'll what?" he asked.
"Nothing." She said, looking somewhat nervous.
"You'll what?" Ron asked, worried it was something serious. As much as he teased her, he still loved her more than anything.
She smirked. "My thoughts are far too nasty to say aloud. Let's just say you'll be far more deprived than you thought possible."
Ron's jaw dropped. "Haven't I got enough punishment for a day?"
She shook her head, satisfied.
"Why don't we open up some wine or something?" Harry suggested. "Ron, do you have a bottle?"
"Yeah," he said. "I'll show you." They walked over into the kitchen together.
"Hermione," Ginny leaned over and whispered almost as soon as they were gone. "What is going on with you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You've been acting strange like this all week," she insisted. "You've been gushing about Ron one hundred percent of the time we're on the telephone... you're married, for Christ's sake! And all you do is talk about your mother. And then you go looking at schoolbooks and things when we're in Diagon Alley the other day! What is it with you? Are you PMSing or something?"
"No!" Hermione insisted. "I'm not PMSing."
"Then what in God's name is the matter with you?"
"All right," Harry said as he and Ron walked in each holding a glass of wine in their hands. Ron handed one to Ginny, and, though Hermione took hers, she stood up instantly.
"I can't really drink this," she said.
"Why not?" Ron asked. "It's Merlot. You love Merlot."
"Still," she said, apprehensive at the look Ginny had shot her. "I just had a glass last week, and I don't know if I should...."
"Hermione," Harry assured her. "One glass of wine a week is not going to get you drunk, I promise."
She blushed briefly, remembering the incident in which she got drunk at seventeen at a party. Then she snapped back to attention. "Oh, what's it to you how I drink anyway?"
Then, before any of them could say another word, she walked into the kitchen and placed the glass in the fridge.
"The next thing you know," she said, walking back in. "You'll be monitoring how I watch the telly!"
"Sorry, Hermione," Harry said meekly.
"PMS," Ron said in a stage whisper to Harry.
Hermione groaned and stamped her foot. "It is NOT PMS!!!"
Ron raised his eyebrows at her.
She collapsed into the sofa. "Oh, leave me alone Ron, you're horrid."
"Me?" he asked as though he didn't believe her. "Why, Hermione, I've never been more insulted in my life!"
She made a face at him.
"All right, settle down, the both of you," Harry said, ever the peacemaker between the two of them.
"I wish I were back at Hogwarts again," Ginny said out of nowhere.
"Hey!" Ron said suddenly. "I thought you said you had to leave soon!"
Ginny checked her watch. "Not yet, but I think I'll side with Hermione on this one, you are horrid, Ron."
"You always side with Hermione," he muttered.
"Why do you wish you were back at Hogwarts?" Harry asked, obviously trying to get back on subject.
"Don't you know?" she said. "There's going to be an exchange program for all the fifth years."
"With what school?" Hermione asked.
"Beuxbatons, I think." Ginny sighed. "It's mostly for students who get their best marks in Charms, and that sort of thing. I would actually have been good at it, I should imagine."
"That should be a great opportunity for all the students," Hermione said. "I would have killed for that."
"Hey," Ron asked suddenly. "If McGonagall left Hogwarts, who teaches Transfiguration?"
"Dumbledore's grandson," Ginny said. Somehow, Ginny had many Ministry links to Hogwarts.
"Wonder if he'll become Headmaster someday," Harry muttered.
"His grandfather would be proud of him," Ron said seriously.
"It's a shame he passed," Ginny said quietly.
And for a whole minute they were silent.
"Ginny," Hermione said suddenly. "Did you look good in the color green as a baby?"
Ginny laughed. "Why on earth would you ask such a question?"
Hermione shrugged. "Just curious. But did you?"
"Since you're so curious, no I didn't," Ginny said, still laughing.
"That's it!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping up. "I can't take it anymore!"
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, Ron, now shush! I have an announcement!" She grabbed Harry's wine from his hand and a chopstick from off their messy table and clinked them together. "I am glad you're all here, especially you Ron, because I have something very important to tell you. Something life changing. For all of us."
Hermione took a deep breath, readying herself to give the biggest news of her life since the death of Lord Voldemort.
"I'm pregnant."
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Ron heard a distinct buzzing noise go off somewhere near the front door.
"Hermione!" he called. "Are you out of the shower yet? Harry's here!"
"Already?" she yelled back from the bathroom. "I'm still drying my hair!"
BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!
"Can't you come out with wet hair? He's waiting!" Ron was terribly impatient in the mornings.
"Ron! There is no way I am coming out there with my hair looking like the Furball Demon from Hell!"
"You know your hair never looks bad!" However impatient and aggravated it sounded, it was a compliment nonetheless.
And that's how she took it. Her voice softened. "Just let him in. Keep him busy for ten minutes."
BUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!
"Coming!" Ron shouted, making his way to the door. "COMING!" He flung the door open.
And there stood Harry Potter, Ron's best friend since he was eleven. Harry had, of course, grown a great deal since then, but Ron stood over his friend several inches. Harry's hair was still messy as ever, and those same round glasses hung about his face. But his friend's face looked genuinely happy, something Ron had finally gotten used to seeing on a regular basis (much to his pleasure) ever since the fall of Voldemort.
But the fall of Voldemort was something Ron chose not to think about.
Right now, all he was looking forward to was some quality time with his best friend. Some real time where the three of them could mellow out, just them. All together, all alo-
But wait a second. Harry wasn't alone. Right next to him stood another figure, with flaming red hair just like Ron's.
"Ginny?" he asked incredulously. "What're you doing here?"
"Way of a morning greeting, Ron," she said, pushing past him into the flat. "Nice to see you, too, by the way."
Harry walked in and whispered to Ron, "I met her out on the street and told her I was coming. I hope you don't mind."
"Harry!" Ron whined, but both of them knew it was a little late for whining.
"Eh, don't worry, Ron," Ginny said, taking a seat on the sofa. "I'll be leaving soon. Unlike SOME people, I have to work on Saturdays, too."
Ginny had found her powers as a True Seer during her sixth year in Hogwarts, and spent the last three years fully exploring them. Now she worked full time for the Ministry, sometimes helping out with Harry's Auror work.
Harry's most successful job as an Auror was, of course, Voldemort.
Harry took a seat on the other sofa, and Ron joined him.
"So, how've you been, mate?"
"Pretty good, in the last three days I haven't seen you." Harry grinned.
"What?" Ron asked. "Three days? Whoa, time flies."
"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked, obviously eager to meet one of her closest girlfriends.
"Oh, Little Miss Sunshine's in the bathroom, doing her HAIR." Ron rolled his eyes.
"What?" Harry asked. "Is she in a bad mood or something?"
"No, Harry, for your information, I am NOT in a bad mood," Hermione said, now out of the bathroom with her hair completely straight. "But Ron over here will have to pay for making assumptions, won't he?"
"Pay?" Ron asked, mocking her. "How in God's name would I have to pay?"
Hermione said nothing, just leaned back into the chair next to Ginny and smirked suggestively.
Everyone else burst into laughter while Ron stared at her in complete disbelief. "You don't mean- you can't mean- Hermione, you wouldn't do that to me."
"Then you don't know me very well, Ron," she insisted.
"Ah, relax," Harry said. "Just take your punishment. There's got to be a downside to being married, hasn't there?"
Ginny shrugged. "Not always. You know, Hannah Abbot has been married to Neville ever since the last day of Hogwarts, and they haven't had a fight since."
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed. "I didn't know they were married!"
"They are," Harry said. "Neville runs a shop over in Russia now. I was over there last week when I met him up and he told me."
"But-but," Hermione was still shocked. "Wasn't Neville your boyfriend all through school, Ginny?"
"He was," she admitted calmly. "Until he married Hannah Abbott."
Harry and Ron both took the opportunity to break out into extreme laughter. Ginny giggled a bit, but Hermione found the behavior outrageous.
"You can't laugh!" she insisted. "It's simply dreadful! I can't imagine Neville would do such a thing."
"Neither did I," Ginny said. "Hannah always had a thing for him. I never really liked him myself." She paused, seemingly uncomfortable, possibly contemplating over her never-ending schoolgirl crush on Harry. "I actually think it's a good thing they wound up married. Otherwise he might have proposed to me and I might never have been happy."
"See?" Ron pointed out to Hermione. "One person's idea of dreadfulness can be another's idea of complete fortune."
Hermione made a huffing noise, which just caused Ron to laugh again.
"You," she said, glaring at him. "Are insufferable. And to think I'll-" She cut herself off mid-sentence, as though just realizing what she was saying.
"You'll what?" he asked.
"Nothing." She said, looking somewhat nervous.
"You'll what?" Ron asked, worried it was something serious. As much as he teased her, he still loved her more than anything.
She smirked. "My thoughts are far too nasty to say aloud. Let's just say you'll be far more deprived than you thought possible."
Ron's jaw dropped. "Haven't I got enough punishment for a day?"
She shook her head, satisfied.
"Why don't we open up some wine or something?" Harry suggested. "Ron, do you have a bottle?"
"Yeah," he said. "I'll show you." They walked over into the kitchen together.
"Hermione," Ginny leaned over and whispered almost as soon as they were gone. "What is going on with you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You've been acting strange like this all week," she insisted. "You've been gushing about Ron one hundred percent of the time we're on the telephone... you're married, for Christ's sake! And all you do is talk about your mother. And then you go looking at schoolbooks and things when we're in Diagon Alley the other day! What is it with you? Are you PMSing or something?"
"No!" Hermione insisted. "I'm not PMSing."
"Then what in God's name is the matter with you?"
"All right," Harry said as he and Ron walked in each holding a glass of wine in their hands. Ron handed one to Ginny, and, though Hermione took hers, she stood up instantly.
"I can't really drink this," she said.
"Why not?" Ron asked. "It's Merlot. You love Merlot."
"Still," she said, apprehensive at the look Ginny had shot her. "I just had a glass last week, and I don't know if I should...."
"Hermione," Harry assured her. "One glass of wine a week is not going to get you drunk, I promise."
She blushed briefly, remembering the incident in which she got drunk at seventeen at a party. Then she snapped back to attention. "Oh, what's it to you how I drink anyway?"
Then, before any of them could say another word, she walked into the kitchen and placed the glass in the fridge.
"The next thing you know," she said, walking back in. "You'll be monitoring how I watch the telly!"
"Sorry, Hermione," Harry said meekly.
"PMS," Ron said in a stage whisper to Harry.
Hermione groaned and stamped her foot. "It is NOT PMS!!!"
Ron raised his eyebrows at her.
She collapsed into the sofa. "Oh, leave me alone Ron, you're horrid."
"Me?" he asked as though he didn't believe her. "Why, Hermione, I've never been more insulted in my life!"
She made a face at him.
"All right, settle down, the both of you," Harry said, ever the peacemaker between the two of them.
"I wish I were back at Hogwarts again," Ginny said out of nowhere.
"Hey!" Ron said suddenly. "I thought you said you had to leave soon!"
Ginny checked her watch. "Not yet, but I think I'll side with Hermione on this one, you are horrid, Ron."
"You always side with Hermione," he muttered.
"Why do you wish you were back at Hogwarts?" Harry asked, obviously trying to get back on subject.
"Don't you know?" she said. "There's going to be an exchange program for all the fifth years."
"With what school?" Hermione asked.
"Beuxbatons, I think." Ginny sighed. "It's mostly for students who get their best marks in Charms, and that sort of thing. I would actually have been good at it, I should imagine."
"That should be a great opportunity for all the students," Hermione said. "I would have killed for that."
"Hey," Ron asked suddenly. "If McGonagall left Hogwarts, who teaches Transfiguration?"
"Dumbledore's grandson," Ginny said. Somehow, Ginny had many Ministry links to Hogwarts.
"Wonder if he'll become Headmaster someday," Harry muttered.
"His grandfather would be proud of him," Ron said seriously.
"It's a shame he passed," Ginny said quietly.
And for a whole minute they were silent.
"Ginny," Hermione said suddenly. "Did you look good in the color green as a baby?"
Ginny laughed. "Why on earth would you ask such a question?"
Hermione shrugged. "Just curious. But did you?"
"Since you're so curious, no I didn't," Ginny said, still laughing.
"That's it!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping up. "I can't take it anymore!"
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, Ron, now shush! I have an announcement!" She grabbed Harry's wine from his hand and a chopstick from off their messy table and clinked them together. "I am glad you're all here, especially you Ron, because I have something very important to tell you. Something life changing. For all of us."
Hermione took a deep breath, readying herself to give the biggest news of her life since the death of Lord Voldemort.
"I'm pregnant."
************************************** HEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I'm stopping there cause I'm evil! I want you all to hang! Besides, I need a little feedback to fuel me up! SO REVIEW! REVIEW AS MUCH AS YOU WAAAAANT! I NEED IT!
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