Author's Note: Wow, you guys, thanks so much! I just wanted to say I don;t
know Mr. Weasley's first name, so I just called him Bob. Please don't kill
me! Anyway, I hope you like this next one!
Disclaimer: I wish I may, I wish I might, but the character's are still J.K.'s tonight.
"Are you ready to go yet?" Ron called. "If we don't leave now, we're going to be late!"
"Just a MINUTE, Ron," Hermione called from the bedroom. "I haven't found the perfect outfit yet."
"You know," Ron said, grinning wickedly, "I wouldn't mind if you were to come without an outfit."
"I'm sure you wouldn't," Hermione replied. "But this is my pregnancy announcement, Ron, I need to look.... marvelous."
"Can't you look marvelous a little faster?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Such Ron logic.
"You know," he continued. "You didn't make this big a deal with your parents."
"I know that," she said. "But you know my parents. They can be terribly... stiff. I know they preferred it that I phoned them up. Your mother would want a big celebration of sorts, though."
Ron knew that it wasn't a big celebration Molly Weasley was expecting, as she would be cooking for two armies instead of one. But both he and Hermione knew that it would turn into just that: a big celebration of sorts.
"I can't believe you managed to round up the whole family," Ron said, still in disbelief as he checked his watch for the tenth time.
"Neither can I," Hermione said. She slipped out of the bedroom. "How do I look?"
She was dressed fairly casually, but it was a sort of nice casual, with black pants and a nice V-neck purple sweater. She had let her hair down, and for once, Ron saw she had left it curly, but had somehow removed all of the frizz. He loved her hair when it was curly. He also noticed that, despite the rather large heels on her black shoes, she was still a good deal shorter than he was.
He grinned. "Fantastic." He pulled her to him, nuzzling her neck. "What do you say we forget the whole thing and just stay here?"
"Ron," she said, pulling away, but she was smiling. "We need to go. I have to tell them."
He groaned. "I know, I know. Let's just get this over with." He was about to start the Apparition process when...
"Where's the Floo?" Hermione asked, looking around.
"Huh?"
"The Floo," she repeated. Then she recognized his puzzled look. "I can't Apparate, remember? I could risk killing the baby."
"Oh!" he exclaimed, a sudden comprehension crossing his features. "Right. I'll get it."
Ron came back a minute later holding the flowerpot Molly Weasley had given them. He lit the fire with his wand and threw in the powder.
"You first," he said to Hermione.
She stepped inside, him following, and together they shouted loudly and clearly, "THE BURROW!"
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A second later they appeared in the Weasleys' messy kitchen.
A shrill shout of pure joy came from the stove. "RON! HERMIONE!"
Mrs. Weasley rushed in, oven mitts still on and a soup ladle in hand. She pulled them both out of the fireplace and gave them tight, long hugs.
"Oh my goodness!" Molly said, looking at both of them. "You look wonderful, the both of you! But..."
Oh no, Ron thought. Here it comes. Five, four, three, two...
"You're practically starved, you poor children!" she screeched.
Bull's eye.
"Don't you know how to feed yourselves in that place you call home?" She seemed infuriated.
"Hey, mum," Ron finally managed to get out.
"Hi, Molly," Hermione said.
"Oh, yes, hello, but that's not what's important here!" she exclaimed. "It's a good thing I've cooked enough. I was thinking it might be a bit much, but I should have known. Dinner will be ready very soon, but Harry and your father and Charlie are all in the living room."
Ron pulled at one of his ears as if he'd gone deaf as soon as Molly had left the room.
"Ron!" Hermione hissed, but you could tell she was stifling a laugh.
"Hello, Ron, Hermione," Mr. Weasley said as soon as they walked into the living room. "So how are things out in the Muggle world?"
"Dad," Charlie said from the other end of the sofa. "You've been retired for two years now, and you're still thinking about the Muggle world?"
"Charlie," Mr. Weasley replied. "You don't understand! The Muggle world... it's such a fascinating place! For example, I've just discovered something amazing that Muggles use to get round and about countries. They're called hairplanes."
"Hairplanes, Dad?" Charlie asked skeptically.
"Mr. Weasley," Hermione said, taking a seat between Harry and Ron, "don't you mean airplanes?"
"Precisely, Hermione dear! Hairplanes! And please, call me Bob." He settled himself back into the chair. "You know, Ron's quite lucky to have married someone of Muggle descent."
"Thank you," Hermione said, blushing. She wasn't too used to receiving compliments about her Muggle birth.
"So, Hermione," Charlie asked. "Why did you want to gather us all here, anyhow?"
Hermione looked around, seemingly nervous. "Uh... didn't I... say so? On the phone?"
"No," Charlie replied, genuinely puzzled. "In fact, you seemed to be avoiding it altogether."
"I... uh... I... need... There...." Hermione started several sentences, but failed.
Harry jabbed her inconspicuously, but violently enough, in the ribs.
"She felt it was time for a family reunion," he said, answering for her.
Hermione shot a questioning look at Harry, but he silenced her with a glare.
"You know," he continued. "What with everyone being away from each other all the time and everything."
"You missed the family, dear?" Molly asked, coming in with a very large tray. "Oh my goodness, Bob, this girl is absolutely heaven sent!" She dropped her tray on the coffee table and wrapped Hermione in another enormous hug. "Now, if only you would get me some grandchildren soon!"
Hermione flung her eyes open wider than she ever thought as Ron squeezed her hand, cutting off all traces of circulation.
"Anyway," Mrs. Weasley said, raising herself from Hermione. "There are some little starter sandwiches there, you know, just in case you were all hungry. I especially want you three eating," she said, eyeing Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"Yes ma'am," they all chorused together in a way they hadn't since Hogwarts.
Charlie burst into laughter as soon as Mrs. Weasley had left.
"What?" Ron asked indignantly.
"Yes ma'am," Charlie imitated in a high, girlish voice as he rolled on the floor in hysterics.
Hermione huffed.
"Now," Ron said, looking greedily at the tray Mrs. Weasley had brought. "For the matter of these sandwiches."
All three boys as well as Mr. Weasley attacked the tray hungrily as Hermione shook her head. "Boys," she muttered.
Just then, Bill Weasley emerged from the kitchen (as well as, apparently, his mother's attack like hugs). He stood tall and lanky, just like Ron, and his hair was still long and wild. Bill was the only member of the Weasley family who had a piercing.
"All right, how is everyone?" he asked, taking a seat.
"I'm wonderful, thanks," Hermione replied, but the boys paid Bill no mind as they continued to eat.
"Oy!" Bill cried. "Sandwiches!"
"You're all the same!" Hermione shrieked.
They looked up at her innocently, and Ron stuck his hand out with a half eaten sandwich in it. "Sandwich, Mione?" he asked timidly.
She rolled her eyes.
Once they had eaten their fill (the plate refilled itself constantly), Bill took the time to ask, "So why'd you call me here, Hermione?"
"She called all of us here, you useless git," Ginny said, appearing from the kitchen looking as though she had just been strangled.
"Fine then," Bill snapped. "Why did she call all of us here?"
"Why don't you ask Hermione?" Bob suggested.
Bill turned to face her expectantly.
She shrugged sheepishly and went along with Harry's excuse. "Family reunion?"
"That was sweet of you," Bill remarked. "You know, we've all been so busy lately. The last time I saw ickle Ronniekins was three weeks after your Honeymoon." He grinned wickedly.
"Why, that's practically a year!" Bob remarked. "But it must have given you time to adjust to the Muggle flat, eh, Ron?"
"Dad," Ron said, obviously beginning to lose his temper. "It may be a Muggle flat, but we still use magic. We haven't BECOME Muggles, or any such thing."
"That's good news," Ginny said. "Because then all those years at Hogwarts would be completely wasted!"
"Hey," Charlie remarked. "Where are Fred and George, already?"
"Dunno..." Bob mused. "Fred and Angelina said they'd be a bit late, and George was running things at the Joke Shop, but Katie should at least be here by now."
"What?" George's voice echoed as he entered the living room. "And let her leave without me?"
"Absolutely ridiculous," an identical voice answered for him. Fred.
"Would you let Angelina leave without you, Fred?" George asked his twin.
"Most certainly not."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Talking to yourselves again?"
"Not ourselves, each other!" they said in unison.
"You're not helping your case, boys," another voice said, following them. "You know, Ms. McGonagall always says that..."
"Percy!" Hermione exclaimed. She had always got on much better with Percy than his siblings had, and he had treated her like a sister even before Ron and her had started dating.
"You're more excited to see him than you are to see me," Ron remarked.
"Don't be silly, Ron," she said. "Where are Penelope and the baby?" she asked Percy.
"Penelope and Charles Leonard Abraham Weasley the Fourth will be here in a moment. They are merely greeting mother." Percy straightened his coat.
"You know," Fred remarked. "I bet Lenny would fancy a game of Quidditch about now."
Percy turned beet red in anger at the mention of the word "Quidditch".
"We even have a little broom here, see," Bob said. "It only elevates about three feet at the highest, but it's for early Quidditch starters."
"There is no way CHARLES LEONARD ABRAHAM WEASLEY THE FOURTH is playing Quidditch," Percy insisted. "He will be doing sensible things, such as learning to properly finance a Knut."
Everyone rolled their eyes, and Hermione saw Bob gently slip the broom to Penelope (who gladly took it) as she walked in.
"Oh, my!" Hermione and Ginny exclaimed all at once. "Lenny is so cute!"
"CHARLES LEONARD ABRAHAM WEASLEY THE FOURTH!" Percy exclaimed infuriated, as Hermione and Ginny went to cuddle the baby.
No one paid attention to him.
Ron watched as Hermione played with the baby. Was she going to be like that with... their kid? Ron could still barely believe it. They were going to have a baby. This child was going to be them, put together into one mold. Bad qualities, as well as good. Was the baby going to have Hermione's hair, or his? Well that was easy, there hadn't been a Weasley yet without red hair. And Hermione would make such a good-
Harry, who jabbed him in the elbow, snapped Ron out of his reverie. "Stop staring or else everyone will know what's going on."
"Isn't that the purpose of this whole trip?" Ron hissed back.
"But Hermione wants to tell them herself," Harry pointed out.
Ron sighed. "Fine."
"DINNER'S READY!" Mrs. Weasley called.
As the fifteen of them crowded around the table, with a baby seat for Percy's newborn, Mrs. Weasley served them all extra large, Weasley sized portions of food, the trio in particular.
"Lenny," Penelope remarked so that Percy couldn't hear her. "Stop throwing peas." She gently spooned them into his mouth.
Hermione, watching, couldn't help but make a mental note to stock up on Tylenol.
Fred and George noticed Lenny's mishap, and pointed it out. "Ah, lookie there, Fred," George said. "He's taking after us."
Fred wiped an imaginary tear from the side of his face. "I knew you were never truly a Percy at heart," he told the baby.
Percy looked as though he were ready to fling peas at his brother.
"You know," Mrs. Weasley said to Hermione, "why don't you and Ron come down and find a place in Little Whinging?"
Ron choked on the water he was swallowing. "Here, Mum?" he asked. "And do what, raise a farm with some chickens?"
"Ronald Weasley, you know perfectly well that you were the one who asked to keep our chickens!"
Ron blushed as Harry grinned devilishly at him.
"Besides," Mrs. Weasley continued. "It might be nice. Perhaps you could bring me some grandkids." She raised her eyebrows.
Hermione was afraid Ron was going to snap, but he turned out to be a better actor than she thought.
"Mum," he pointed out. "We've only been married for a year. What about Fred and Angelina? They've been married for three, why don't you pick on them?"
Mrs. Weasley, thinking this was a grand idea, went on to her other children.
"Awww, Mum," Fred moaned in agony and all the girls at the table giggled.
And table conversation continued, the tone kept light and cheery.
"When are you going to do it?" Ginny whispered into her ear.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, playing innocent. She'd been getting more and more nervous about saying something the whole night.
"I mean telling them about your... condition," Ginny muttered.
"I figured sometime. Perhaps..."
"Now's as good a time as any," Ginny whispered, before standing up, pulling Hermione with her. "Can everyone be quiet please?"
And silence filled the kitchen.
"Hermione here has an announcement to make," Ginny said before promptly sitting once more.
Hermione took a deep breath. Okay, this is it. Now or never. "I.... I..."
"Yes, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking concerned.
"I... I'm... pregnant," she said, in an almost whisper.
"What?" everyone around her asked. "I didn't hear her at all!"
"I'm pregnant," she said a little louder this time.
"Speak up, Hermione dear," Bob said.
"I'M PREGNANT!" she shouted.
Crickets chirped.
And then a noise louder than Hermione had ever knew, erupted from the table. Angelina, Katie, and Penelope all congratulated her. Fred and George threw explosives around, turning little roaches into toffees. Percy shook her hand briskly. Bill remarked his congrats and asked her if they had been thinking about moving. Charlie, after congratulating them both, started up a conversation with Ron about how soon the baby would be playing Quidditch.
"You're pregnant!" Bob said. "Outstanding, another one on the way! Will they be raised as a Muggle?"
Hermione shook her head a definite no.
"You're pregnant, dear! That's wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley said, engulfing Hermione in a hug. "But you should be sitting! You can't carry a baby around standing, now can you? I'll go make you a cup of hot tea, should soothe any pains you've got. And take some more food, you're eating for two now, dear."
Hermione watched in complete happy silence as Mrs. Weasley scooped twice as much food onto her plate.
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Great! I know this one was late, but it took my two days to work on because it was so long! Don't everyone worry, you're going to be seeing a LOT more of all the Weasleys later , and I've begun to think about a sequel to this! PLEASE REVIEW! I LIVE OFF REVIEWS! THEY ARE MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Disclaimer: I wish I may, I wish I might, but the character's are still J.K.'s tonight.
"Are you ready to go yet?" Ron called. "If we don't leave now, we're going to be late!"
"Just a MINUTE, Ron," Hermione called from the bedroom. "I haven't found the perfect outfit yet."
"You know," Ron said, grinning wickedly, "I wouldn't mind if you were to come without an outfit."
"I'm sure you wouldn't," Hermione replied. "But this is my pregnancy announcement, Ron, I need to look.... marvelous."
"Can't you look marvelous a little faster?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Such Ron logic.
"You know," he continued. "You didn't make this big a deal with your parents."
"I know that," she said. "But you know my parents. They can be terribly... stiff. I know they preferred it that I phoned them up. Your mother would want a big celebration of sorts, though."
Ron knew that it wasn't a big celebration Molly Weasley was expecting, as she would be cooking for two armies instead of one. But both he and Hermione knew that it would turn into just that: a big celebration of sorts.
"I can't believe you managed to round up the whole family," Ron said, still in disbelief as he checked his watch for the tenth time.
"Neither can I," Hermione said. She slipped out of the bedroom. "How do I look?"
She was dressed fairly casually, but it was a sort of nice casual, with black pants and a nice V-neck purple sweater. She had let her hair down, and for once, Ron saw she had left it curly, but had somehow removed all of the frizz. He loved her hair when it was curly. He also noticed that, despite the rather large heels on her black shoes, she was still a good deal shorter than he was.
He grinned. "Fantastic." He pulled her to him, nuzzling her neck. "What do you say we forget the whole thing and just stay here?"
"Ron," she said, pulling away, but she was smiling. "We need to go. I have to tell them."
He groaned. "I know, I know. Let's just get this over with." He was about to start the Apparition process when...
"Where's the Floo?" Hermione asked, looking around.
"Huh?"
"The Floo," she repeated. Then she recognized his puzzled look. "I can't Apparate, remember? I could risk killing the baby."
"Oh!" he exclaimed, a sudden comprehension crossing his features. "Right. I'll get it."
Ron came back a minute later holding the flowerpot Molly Weasley had given them. He lit the fire with his wand and threw in the powder.
"You first," he said to Hermione.
She stepped inside, him following, and together they shouted loudly and clearly, "THE BURROW!"
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A second later they appeared in the Weasleys' messy kitchen.
A shrill shout of pure joy came from the stove. "RON! HERMIONE!"
Mrs. Weasley rushed in, oven mitts still on and a soup ladle in hand. She pulled them both out of the fireplace and gave them tight, long hugs.
"Oh my goodness!" Molly said, looking at both of them. "You look wonderful, the both of you! But..."
Oh no, Ron thought. Here it comes. Five, four, three, two...
"You're practically starved, you poor children!" she screeched.
Bull's eye.
"Don't you know how to feed yourselves in that place you call home?" She seemed infuriated.
"Hey, mum," Ron finally managed to get out.
"Hi, Molly," Hermione said.
"Oh, yes, hello, but that's not what's important here!" she exclaimed. "It's a good thing I've cooked enough. I was thinking it might be a bit much, but I should have known. Dinner will be ready very soon, but Harry and your father and Charlie are all in the living room."
Ron pulled at one of his ears as if he'd gone deaf as soon as Molly had left the room.
"Ron!" Hermione hissed, but you could tell she was stifling a laugh.
"Hello, Ron, Hermione," Mr. Weasley said as soon as they walked into the living room. "So how are things out in the Muggle world?"
"Dad," Charlie said from the other end of the sofa. "You've been retired for two years now, and you're still thinking about the Muggle world?"
"Charlie," Mr. Weasley replied. "You don't understand! The Muggle world... it's such a fascinating place! For example, I've just discovered something amazing that Muggles use to get round and about countries. They're called hairplanes."
"Hairplanes, Dad?" Charlie asked skeptically.
"Mr. Weasley," Hermione said, taking a seat between Harry and Ron, "don't you mean airplanes?"
"Precisely, Hermione dear! Hairplanes! And please, call me Bob." He settled himself back into the chair. "You know, Ron's quite lucky to have married someone of Muggle descent."
"Thank you," Hermione said, blushing. She wasn't too used to receiving compliments about her Muggle birth.
"So, Hermione," Charlie asked. "Why did you want to gather us all here, anyhow?"
Hermione looked around, seemingly nervous. "Uh... didn't I... say so? On the phone?"
"No," Charlie replied, genuinely puzzled. "In fact, you seemed to be avoiding it altogether."
"I... uh... I... need... There...." Hermione started several sentences, but failed.
Harry jabbed her inconspicuously, but violently enough, in the ribs.
"She felt it was time for a family reunion," he said, answering for her.
Hermione shot a questioning look at Harry, but he silenced her with a glare.
"You know," he continued. "What with everyone being away from each other all the time and everything."
"You missed the family, dear?" Molly asked, coming in with a very large tray. "Oh my goodness, Bob, this girl is absolutely heaven sent!" She dropped her tray on the coffee table and wrapped Hermione in another enormous hug. "Now, if only you would get me some grandchildren soon!"
Hermione flung her eyes open wider than she ever thought as Ron squeezed her hand, cutting off all traces of circulation.
"Anyway," Mrs. Weasley said, raising herself from Hermione. "There are some little starter sandwiches there, you know, just in case you were all hungry. I especially want you three eating," she said, eyeing Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"Yes ma'am," they all chorused together in a way they hadn't since Hogwarts.
Charlie burst into laughter as soon as Mrs. Weasley had left.
"What?" Ron asked indignantly.
"Yes ma'am," Charlie imitated in a high, girlish voice as he rolled on the floor in hysterics.
Hermione huffed.
"Now," Ron said, looking greedily at the tray Mrs. Weasley had brought. "For the matter of these sandwiches."
All three boys as well as Mr. Weasley attacked the tray hungrily as Hermione shook her head. "Boys," she muttered.
Just then, Bill Weasley emerged from the kitchen (as well as, apparently, his mother's attack like hugs). He stood tall and lanky, just like Ron, and his hair was still long and wild. Bill was the only member of the Weasley family who had a piercing.
"All right, how is everyone?" he asked, taking a seat.
"I'm wonderful, thanks," Hermione replied, but the boys paid Bill no mind as they continued to eat.
"Oy!" Bill cried. "Sandwiches!"
"You're all the same!" Hermione shrieked.
They looked up at her innocently, and Ron stuck his hand out with a half eaten sandwich in it. "Sandwich, Mione?" he asked timidly.
She rolled her eyes.
Once they had eaten their fill (the plate refilled itself constantly), Bill took the time to ask, "So why'd you call me here, Hermione?"
"She called all of us here, you useless git," Ginny said, appearing from the kitchen looking as though she had just been strangled.
"Fine then," Bill snapped. "Why did she call all of us here?"
"Why don't you ask Hermione?" Bob suggested.
Bill turned to face her expectantly.
She shrugged sheepishly and went along with Harry's excuse. "Family reunion?"
"That was sweet of you," Bill remarked. "You know, we've all been so busy lately. The last time I saw ickle Ronniekins was three weeks after your Honeymoon." He grinned wickedly.
"Why, that's practically a year!" Bob remarked. "But it must have given you time to adjust to the Muggle flat, eh, Ron?"
"Dad," Ron said, obviously beginning to lose his temper. "It may be a Muggle flat, but we still use magic. We haven't BECOME Muggles, or any such thing."
"That's good news," Ginny said. "Because then all those years at Hogwarts would be completely wasted!"
"Hey," Charlie remarked. "Where are Fred and George, already?"
"Dunno..." Bob mused. "Fred and Angelina said they'd be a bit late, and George was running things at the Joke Shop, but Katie should at least be here by now."
"What?" George's voice echoed as he entered the living room. "And let her leave without me?"
"Absolutely ridiculous," an identical voice answered for him. Fred.
"Would you let Angelina leave without you, Fred?" George asked his twin.
"Most certainly not."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Talking to yourselves again?"
"Not ourselves, each other!" they said in unison.
"You're not helping your case, boys," another voice said, following them. "You know, Ms. McGonagall always says that..."
"Percy!" Hermione exclaimed. She had always got on much better with Percy than his siblings had, and he had treated her like a sister even before Ron and her had started dating.
"You're more excited to see him than you are to see me," Ron remarked.
"Don't be silly, Ron," she said. "Where are Penelope and the baby?" she asked Percy.
"Penelope and Charles Leonard Abraham Weasley the Fourth will be here in a moment. They are merely greeting mother." Percy straightened his coat.
"You know," Fred remarked. "I bet Lenny would fancy a game of Quidditch about now."
Percy turned beet red in anger at the mention of the word "Quidditch".
"We even have a little broom here, see," Bob said. "It only elevates about three feet at the highest, but it's for early Quidditch starters."
"There is no way CHARLES LEONARD ABRAHAM WEASLEY THE FOURTH is playing Quidditch," Percy insisted. "He will be doing sensible things, such as learning to properly finance a Knut."
Everyone rolled their eyes, and Hermione saw Bob gently slip the broom to Penelope (who gladly took it) as she walked in.
"Oh, my!" Hermione and Ginny exclaimed all at once. "Lenny is so cute!"
"CHARLES LEONARD ABRAHAM WEASLEY THE FOURTH!" Percy exclaimed infuriated, as Hermione and Ginny went to cuddle the baby.
No one paid attention to him.
Ron watched as Hermione played with the baby. Was she going to be like that with... their kid? Ron could still barely believe it. They were going to have a baby. This child was going to be them, put together into one mold. Bad qualities, as well as good. Was the baby going to have Hermione's hair, or his? Well that was easy, there hadn't been a Weasley yet without red hair. And Hermione would make such a good-
Harry, who jabbed him in the elbow, snapped Ron out of his reverie. "Stop staring or else everyone will know what's going on."
"Isn't that the purpose of this whole trip?" Ron hissed back.
"But Hermione wants to tell them herself," Harry pointed out.
Ron sighed. "Fine."
"DINNER'S READY!" Mrs. Weasley called.
As the fifteen of them crowded around the table, with a baby seat for Percy's newborn, Mrs. Weasley served them all extra large, Weasley sized portions of food, the trio in particular.
"Lenny," Penelope remarked so that Percy couldn't hear her. "Stop throwing peas." She gently spooned them into his mouth.
Hermione, watching, couldn't help but make a mental note to stock up on Tylenol.
Fred and George noticed Lenny's mishap, and pointed it out. "Ah, lookie there, Fred," George said. "He's taking after us."
Fred wiped an imaginary tear from the side of his face. "I knew you were never truly a Percy at heart," he told the baby.
Percy looked as though he were ready to fling peas at his brother.
"You know," Mrs. Weasley said to Hermione, "why don't you and Ron come down and find a place in Little Whinging?"
Ron choked on the water he was swallowing. "Here, Mum?" he asked. "And do what, raise a farm with some chickens?"
"Ronald Weasley, you know perfectly well that you were the one who asked to keep our chickens!"
Ron blushed as Harry grinned devilishly at him.
"Besides," Mrs. Weasley continued. "It might be nice. Perhaps you could bring me some grandkids." She raised her eyebrows.
Hermione was afraid Ron was going to snap, but he turned out to be a better actor than she thought.
"Mum," he pointed out. "We've only been married for a year. What about Fred and Angelina? They've been married for three, why don't you pick on them?"
Mrs. Weasley, thinking this was a grand idea, went on to her other children.
"Awww, Mum," Fred moaned in agony and all the girls at the table giggled.
And table conversation continued, the tone kept light and cheery.
"When are you going to do it?" Ginny whispered into her ear.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, playing innocent. She'd been getting more and more nervous about saying something the whole night.
"I mean telling them about your... condition," Ginny muttered.
"I figured sometime. Perhaps..."
"Now's as good a time as any," Ginny whispered, before standing up, pulling Hermione with her. "Can everyone be quiet please?"
And silence filled the kitchen.
"Hermione here has an announcement to make," Ginny said before promptly sitting once more.
Hermione took a deep breath. Okay, this is it. Now or never. "I.... I..."
"Yes, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking concerned.
"I... I'm... pregnant," she said, in an almost whisper.
"What?" everyone around her asked. "I didn't hear her at all!"
"I'm pregnant," she said a little louder this time.
"Speak up, Hermione dear," Bob said.
"I'M PREGNANT!" she shouted.
Crickets chirped.
And then a noise louder than Hermione had ever knew, erupted from the table. Angelina, Katie, and Penelope all congratulated her. Fred and George threw explosives around, turning little roaches into toffees. Percy shook her hand briskly. Bill remarked his congrats and asked her if they had been thinking about moving. Charlie, after congratulating them both, started up a conversation with Ron about how soon the baby would be playing Quidditch.
"You're pregnant!" Bob said. "Outstanding, another one on the way! Will they be raised as a Muggle?"
Hermione shook her head a definite no.
"You're pregnant, dear! That's wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley said, engulfing Hermione in a hug. "But you should be sitting! You can't carry a baby around standing, now can you? I'll go make you a cup of hot tea, should soothe any pains you've got. And take some more food, you're eating for two now, dear."
Hermione watched in complete happy silence as Mrs. Weasley scooped twice as much food onto her plate.
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Great! I know this one was late, but it took my two days to work on because it was so long! Don't everyone worry, you're going to be seeing a LOT more of all the Weasleys later , and I've begun to think about a sequel to this! PLEASE REVIEW! I LIVE OFF REVIEWS! THEY ARE MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
shivvyshiv