A/N: I'm glad everyone found this story alright. If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask. Thank you so much for the reviews left on the last chapter!

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School was going well. They'd been treated to a fairly early first week of classes which was a bit surprising considering the fact that Professor McGonagall had stressed the importance of the O.W.L.s to them at the end of fourth year. Even Snape seemed to be taking it a bit easy on his classes, as no one from any of the years was complaining about him. The best thing about the start of the school year was the fact that Professor Lupin had returned to the position of the Defense Against Dark Arts professor. Apparently, Professor Dumbledore had assured all of the parents that their children would be perfectly safe with Lupin in the school; either that or he was completely ignoring the parents' protests. Harry had been ecstatic to see the return of Lupin, though he guessed very seriously that Professor Lupin was there for a reason other than just teaching. In fact, he was positive that he'd been placed in the school to keep a close eye on Harry- probably both at the insistence of Sirius and of Dumbledore. Yes, everything was going just fine.

A week into the semester, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all trudged down to breakfast, sleepy after a late night of chess and studying. They took their usual seats at the Gryffindor table beside the twins and Ginny. The three of them were deep in conversation with Lee Jordan about something Harry was positive he didn't want to hear about. They looked up when Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined them, and Ginny could barely stifle a giggle. Harry was definitely sure he didn't want to know what they'd been discussing.

Without really speaking, they all helped themselves to the variety of food in front of them. Hermione was still holding to her "no meat" convictions, though she was surprisingly not pushing anyone else to share her views. It wasn't until the flutter of owls signaling the morning mail call arrived that a conversation started.

Harry glanced around quickly, but he saw no sign of Hedwig. He'd written Sirius a few days before, but he had yet to receive a response. He did, however, spot Pigwidgeon who was obviously returning from a visit to the Weasley home. He was fluttering madly as he made his way over to the four Weasleys seated around the table, and Ron rolled his eyes at the sight of him. "Who's it for?" he asked, only half-interested.

Ginny reached up and caught Pigwidgeon, soothing him in order to calm him enough to remove the letter. "It's for all of us," she answered, surprise in her voice.

Her three present brothers all immediately looked up, and Harry couldn't miss the worry that suddenly crossed all of their freckled features.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked instantly.

"Is it Dad? Or Percy?" Ron was looking at his sister anxiously.

"What does it say, Gin?" George asked impatiently.

Ginny shot them all a sharp look. "Well, I really haven't had the chance to read it," she replied sarcastically as she opened the letter and unfolded the parchment. She read the letter for what seemed like an awfully long time. Her brow furrowed, and it looked as though she was reading it again just to make sure she'd read correctly.

"What is it?" Fred asked, anxiety covering his face.

Ginny looked up at them, her eyes wide and shocked. "Mum…" she stuttered on the word, obviously bringing dread to not only her brothers but Harry and Hermione, as well. "Mum's pregnant…"

Ron's face went straight into his hands. George put one hand to his forehead. Fred leaned back in his chair slowly, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head. And Ginny looked as though she was going to be sick.

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"I think it's sweet," Hermione said matter-of-factly. She was sitting around a small table in the Gryffindor Common Room with the four Weasleys and Harry. They were playing Exploding Snap, but it seemed as though they'd spent more time discussing the newly discovered pregnancy of Mrs. Weasley than actually playing.

"She's too old to have a baby!" Ginny asserted seriously. "I mean way too old!"

"She's not too old," Hermione said with a roll of the eyes. "She's what? Forty-five?"

"Forty-six," Fred corrected. "Too old."

"Forty-six is not old," Hermione continued. "Loads of women are having babies in their forties and even their fifties these days." She gave a nod of her head as though to close the subject.

No such luck.

Ron looked at her incredulously. "Hermione, that's gross." He threw a card into the pile in the middle.

"It is not gross!" It was clear that the brown-haired girl was getting seriously impatient with the lot of teenagers surrounding her.

Harry was watching them all with only slight amusement. He wasn't too sure how he'd feel if he were in Ron's position, but then again, he had absolutely no way to place himself there considering he was the only child of deceased parents. "Don't you think you should write your mum and let her know you got the letter?" he asked, throwing his own card into the middle.

"Yeah, we should probably do that," Fred commended. Then he mocked a fake letter. "Dear Mum, We got the news, and what can we say? We're not really too thrilled because the mere thought of you and Dad conceiving another child is enough to make us all puke up the pumpkin juice we had at dinner. Gin said the baby's coming in April, so reckon we'll see the bugger 'round Easter. Oh, yeah. Say hi to Dad."

His brothers and sister all laughed at his mockery, but Hermione just looked at him in a way that just told them all they were in for a scolding.

"I really don't think you should refer to your little brother or sister as… as a bugger," she finished a bit more quietly, her cheeks flushing slightly at her use of language.

"Why not?" Fred asked, eyebrows raised. "We call Ron a bugger all the time."

"Yes, but that's different," Hermione explained. "Ron's earned the title himself; a baby is defenseless."

"Hey!" Ron protested as everyone else laughed.

Hermione smiled sheepishly at him. "It's the truth," she answered, grinning.

He just rolled his eyes and eventually joined in the laughter.

"I wonder what they're gonna name him," George said after awhile.

"What makes you so sure it's going to be a boy?" Harry asked, throwing another card into the pile.

George shrugged. "There's no way they could pull off two girls in a row. Hell, it took them twelve years to get one the first time around!"

Ginny grinned rather impishly at them all and sighed softly. "Ah, well… You know what they say. Practice makes perfect…"

All of her brothers glared at her, but Harry couldn't help but burst into laughter at her comment. He wasn't sure why it struck him as so funny, but he really couldn't help it. Ginny snuck a glance at him and grinned wickedly before turning to her brothers and shrugging her shoulders. "Hey, it's the truth."

Harry wondered when Ginny Weasley had changed so much. Not only was she not the insanely nervous, shy child that she'd once been, she was now actually quite pretty. Harry wasn't sure why he'd never noticed this until now, but he was definitely noticing it now. In fact, he liked her very much. Maybe not in the same way that he liked Cho Chang, but there was something about her that made Ginny absolutely endearing. He compared the physical beauty of Cho and Ginny mentally for a moment. It was Cho's hair that made her so beautiful to him; it was so shiny and full and darker even than his. Ginny had the trademark Weasley hair, and he didn't find anything particularly spectacular about it, considering the fact that he'd spent over four years staring at Ron's almost twenty-four hours a day. No, it was Ginny's eyes that made her so beautiful. She had the biggest eyes he'd ever seen, and they were the deepest of browns- the color of chocolate even.

"Wow, the gap between Ginny and this kid is going to be even bigger than the one between her and Bill." George's voice knocked Harry from his momentary reverie. "And she's just the youngest! Think how this kid's gonna feel with a brother twenty-five years older than him!"

Harry hadn't thought about that. Having a Weasley baby was going to be odd…

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"I like Bridget." Hermione was sitting cross-legged in front of the fire, leaning against a coffee table. Ginny was beside her with a quill and parchment making a list.

"Bridget Weasley…" She shrugged as she wrote it down. "That sounds okay, I guess."

"What are you two doing?"

Both girls looked up to see Harry and Ron standing behind the couch, watching them intently.

"Thinking up baby names," Ginny said, looking back down at the list she was working on.

The boys walked around to sit down, and they immediately leaned over to look over Ginny's shoulder at the list. Ron snorted with laughter as he scanned it.

"Helen?" He raised his eyebrows at the girls. "No one is naming my little sister Helen!"

"That was all Hermione…" Ginny said, shaking her head. She, too, had protested the name when it had first been suggested.

Hermione glared at Ron. "I think it's cute!"

"It is not cute!" Ron laughed at the ludicrous thought. "It sounds like a grandmother, not a baby!"

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but Ginny spoke before she could get the chance. "What about Alana?"

Ron wrinkled his nose. "That's ugly, too! And I don't know why you're picking out all these girls' names anyway. It's going to be a boy."

"It's going to be a girl," Ginny said defiantly.

"And anyway," continued Hermione, "boys names are all ugly."

Harry and Ron look scandalized. "Hey!" they protested as one.

"Girls names are much more fun to pick out," she finished, ignoring them both.

"How about Sarah?" Ginny asked, adding it to the list.

"Too common," Harry spoke up. Everyone looked at him, surprised, but he just shrugged his shoulders. "What about Leslie?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Leslie Weasley… Oh, that's cute," he finished sarcastically. "Elizabeth is good."

"We're not naming her after the queen," Ginny said with her own roll of the eyes.

"Olivia!" Hermione spoke up suddenly. "Olivia Weasley!"

Ginny nodded and added it to the list, but Ron snickered loudly. "What is it with you and grandmum names? I feel sorry for your future children…"

Hermione shot him a sharp look but retorted quickly. "Well, I feel sorry for yours! Poor things will probably be named Chudley and Quaffle."

Ginny and Harry broke into fits of laughter, but Ron's face just lit up. "Chudley Weasley! Now, that's got a nice ring!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something about, "Stupid boys."

After the laughter died down, Harry made another suggestion. "What about Ashley?"

Hermione shook her head. "That sounds like an American cheerleader… What about Lauren?"

No one protested this one, so it made it onto the list.

"I like Madeline," Ron spoke up, serious for once. This name, too, drew no protests and was added to the list.

They went through several more suggestions, some getting shot down and a lucky few making it to the list which finally included:

Tara

Amy

Kristin

Helen (Hermione refused its removal)

Bridget

Alana

Olivia

Lauren

Madeline

Marie

Savannah

Victoria

Emily

Chelsea

Julia

Catherine

Hermione was really pulling for Olivia, Ginny for Savannah, and Ron and Harry both liked Julia the best. Not that it mattered much because, according to Ron, the baby was going to be a boy anyway, so they were basically just wasting time.

It was fun, nonetheless. Harry had never really given much thought to what he would name children if he were to ever have any. Both Hermione and Ginny admitted to thinking about it quite often, though. Neither of them allowed their favorite name on the list, though, as they each said they were saving it for their own children. When asked about the names, they'd both been a bit reluctant in disclosing them.

Finally, though, Ginny had given in. "My favorite name for a little girl is Brianna Noelle."

Hermione had given a huge "Awe" to this suggestion. "That is so cute!"

Harry, too, thought it was a rather cute name, and even Ron couldn't shoot it down. "Noelle's nice," he admitted.

"What about yours, Hermione?" Harry asked, turning to his female best friend.

Hermione blushed slightly.

"It's probably Josephine Ruth," Ron said through snorted snickers.

Hermione glared at him. "It is not!"

"What is it?" Ginny prodded.

Hermione sighed and finally gave in. "Fine. My favorite girls' name is Kalynn Hannah."

Ginny nearly fell out of her seat "awing" at the name. Harry grinned at her, and she returned the smile, blushing slightly.

"Well, Ron?" Hermione asked sarcastically. "Go to it. Tell me how horrible it is."

But Ron didn't make any snide remarks. "I really like that," he admitted seriously. "Too bad you won't let it go on the list. Kalynn Weasley sounds really good."

Ron didn't realize the implications of what he'd said, but Ginny certainly didn't miss them. She instantly broke into a fit of giggles, and even Harry had to force himself not to laugh. Hermione caught the implications, too, and blushed a shade of light pink.

Ron stared at them all, confused. "What?" he demanded after a moment.

Ginny struggled to answer him through her laughter. "You could always have your own little Kalynn Hannah Weasley, Ron," she said, giggling.

Ron still didn't get the humor for a moment. When it finally kicked in, though, he glared at his younger sister while blushing furiously. Payback would be a bitch. "Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind a little Brianna Noelle Potter, now would you?"

This shut both Harry and Ginny up, and the four of them sat around silently blushing for only a few minutes before departing in four different directions.

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