A/N wow, thanks for all the reviews. If you have a chance, could you
please read and review my first Harry Potter fic? It's called The Weasley
Twins and the Case of the Malfoys. Thanks, and here's chapter 7.
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Chapter 7: Month five and the new child.
It was a Saturday, a rather pleasant one at that. All of the Weasleys were
sitting in the Potter's living room. This included Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Bill, Charlie, and their families had returned home.
Ron sat on the edge of his chair, watching Hermione's every move. This was
Hermione's due date, March 21, to be exact. Ron was watching her like a
hawk. He watched every bite of pumpkin pastry that went into her mouth.
He watched every blink of her eye. Hermione found this rather annoying.
"Ron, please, I'm not going to explode," Hermione said as she took another
bite of pumpkin pastry.
"But if this child is anything like you, then it will be born on time," Ron
concluded.
"Oh, ow, Ron, I think it's time," Hermione squealed.
"Really?" Ron said, starting to panic.
"No," Hermione said.
"Don't do that, you witch!" Ron said, his ears turning red.
"Thank you," Hermione said, laughing at her husband.
"I think it is time that we all go home," Mr. Weasley said.
"Ginny, are you sure we can stay with you tonight?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Of course, Mum. Right, Harry?" Ginny said, asking her husband.
"Sure," Harry said, helping his very pregnant friend up.
So that was it. Everyone went back to their houses and went to sleep.
Well, maybe.
From two houses away, Fred could hear Ron. From one house away, Harry
could hear Ron's screams of, "BLOODY HELL!!!" Everyone knew what that
meant.
"Get dressed, you prat!" Alicia yelled at George who decided to ignore
Ron's screams.
"Five more minutes, Leesh, please?" George begged.
"Fine," Alicia said. She waited until George fell back asleep, which was
about ten seconds later, and she yelled, "Get up, prat!"
"That was the shortest five minutes in the world," George grumbled and he
ran to get dressed.
Meanwhile..............
"Katie, dear, it's icle Ronniekins baby, we don't have to worry about him,"
Fred said.
"Fredrick, if you don't get up now, I'm naming the children Snape and
Umbridge," Katie yelled as she threw a robe over her head.
"Well hell, Katie," Fred grumbled as he climbed out of bed.
Meanwhile..............
"Dad, get up!" Ginny yelled at her father, who was the only Weasley still
asleep. Ginny was yelling, Mrs. Weasley was pulling, and Harry was casting
random spells at walls for no reason.
"Please, Molly dear, a little longer," Mr. Weasley said. He was sleeping
in the guest bed, curled up with Ginny and Harry's toaster.
"Harry, dear, if you would do the honors," Mrs. Weasley said, giving up.
"Sure, Mrs. Weasley. Wingardium Leviosa," Harry bellowed. Mr. Weasley
flew into the air. Harry levitated him down the stairs and into the
fireplace.
"I'm up!" he yelled. With a blink of an eye, they were on their way to the
hospital.
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What a sight. Five red headed people, one blonde, one brown, and one
black.
Mr. Weasley, still in his blue and white pajamas, was pacing back and
forth.
"Arthur, calm down," a very nervous Molly Weasley said, speaking more to
herself than to her husband.
Ginny rested her head on Harry's shoulder. How glad she was that she
wasn't a muggle. In the muggle world, you wouldn't know if you were
pregnant the next day. You would be sick for a long time. Ginny, being a
witch, had known the day after, and had felt fine for five months.
Ginny listened to Harry's continuous breathing. She could feel that he was
nervous. He should be. Hermione is one of his best friends. Ginny kissed
his shoulder trying to clam him down. Harry looked down at her and smiled.
"You okay?" Ginny asked him softly.
"Yes," Harry said, giving her his famous lopsided grin. Ginny smiled and
traced his scar with her finger.
Ron walked into the room, very pale.
"Well, it's a boy. Robert Arthur Weasley," Ron said.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"That was the most disgusting thing I have every saw!" Ron said.
"Every worse than our second year when you were throwing up slugs?" Harry
asked, grinning.
Ron thought a moment. "Okay, that was the second most disgusting thing I
have ever seen. But beautiful also," Ron said.
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A few days later, the Weasleys were sitting in Hermione and Ron's living
room. Robbie had Weasley red hair, but it was out of control like
Hermione's.
Ginny watched her friend stare down adoringly at her baby. In just a few
months, Ginny could give her baby that same look. Maybe.
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A/N one down! YEAH! Ron got his boy. Okay, I guess that means next
chapter is Katie's babies. Thanks for reading.
please read and review my first Harry Potter fic? It's called The Weasley
Twins and the Case of the Malfoys. Thanks, and here's chapter 7.
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Chapter 7: Month five and the new child.
It was a Saturday, a rather pleasant one at that. All of the Weasleys were
sitting in the Potter's living room. This included Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Bill, Charlie, and their families had returned home.
Ron sat on the edge of his chair, watching Hermione's every move. This was
Hermione's due date, March 21, to be exact. Ron was watching her like a
hawk. He watched every bite of pumpkin pastry that went into her mouth.
He watched every blink of her eye. Hermione found this rather annoying.
"Ron, please, I'm not going to explode," Hermione said as she took another
bite of pumpkin pastry.
"But if this child is anything like you, then it will be born on time," Ron
concluded.
"Oh, ow, Ron, I think it's time," Hermione squealed.
"Really?" Ron said, starting to panic.
"No," Hermione said.
"Don't do that, you witch!" Ron said, his ears turning red.
"Thank you," Hermione said, laughing at her husband.
"I think it is time that we all go home," Mr. Weasley said.
"Ginny, are you sure we can stay with you tonight?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Of course, Mum. Right, Harry?" Ginny said, asking her husband.
"Sure," Harry said, helping his very pregnant friend up.
So that was it. Everyone went back to their houses and went to sleep.
Well, maybe.
From two houses away, Fred could hear Ron. From one house away, Harry
could hear Ron's screams of, "BLOODY HELL!!!" Everyone knew what that
meant.
"Get dressed, you prat!" Alicia yelled at George who decided to ignore
Ron's screams.
"Five more minutes, Leesh, please?" George begged.
"Fine," Alicia said. She waited until George fell back asleep, which was
about ten seconds later, and she yelled, "Get up, prat!"
"That was the shortest five minutes in the world," George grumbled and he
ran to get dressed.
Meanwhile..............
"Katie, dear, it's icle Ronniekins baby, we don't have to worry about him,"
Fred said.
"Fredrick, if you don't get up now, I'm naming the children Snape and
Umbridge," Katie yelled as she threw a robe over her head.
"Well hell, Katie," Fred grumbled as he climbed out of bed.
Meanwhile..............
"Dad, get up!" Ginny yelled at her father, who was the only Weasley still
asleep. Ginny was yelling, Mrs. Weasley was pulling, and Harry was casting
random spells at walls for no reason.
"Please, Molly dear, a little longer," Mr. Weasley said. He was sleeping
in the guest bed, curled up with Ginny and Harry's toaster.
"Harry, dear, if you would do the honors," Mrs. Weasley said, giving up.
"Sure, Mrs. Weasley. Wingardium Leviosa," Harry bellowed. Mr. Weasley
flew into the air. Harry levitated him down the stairs and into the
fireplace.
"I'm up!" he yelled. With a blink of an eye, they were on their way to the
hospital.
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What a sight. Five red headed people, one blonde, one brown, and one
black.
Mr. Weasley, still in his blue and white pajamas, was pacing back and
forth.
"Arthur, calm down," a very nervous Molly Weasley said, speaking more to
herself than to her husband.
Ginny rested her head on Harry's shoulder. How glad she was that she
wasn't a muggle. In the muggle world, you wouldn't know if you were
pregnant the next day. You would be sick for a long time. Ginny, being a
witch, had known the day after, and had felt fine for five months.
Ginny listened to Harry's continuous breathing. She could feel that he was
nervous. He should be. Hermione is one of his best friends. Ginny kissed
his shoulder trying to clam him down. Harry looked down at her and smiled.
"You okay?" Ginny asked him softly.
"Yes," Harry said, giving her his famous lopsided grin. Ginny smiled and
traced his scar with her finger.
Ron walked into the room, very pale.
"Well, it's a boy. Robert Arthur Weasley," Ron said.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"That was the most disgusting thing I have every saw!" Ron said.
"Every worse than our second year when you were throwing up slugs?" Harry
asked, grinning.
Ron thought a moment. "Okay, that was the second most disgusting thing I
have ever seen. But beautiful also," Ron said.
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A few days later, the Weasleys were sitting in Hermione and Ron's living
room. Robbie had Weasley red hair, but it was out of control like
Hermione's.
Ginny watched her friend stare down adoringly at her baby. In just a few
months, Ginny could give her baby that same look. Maybe.
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A/N one down! YEAH! Ron got his boy. Okay, I guess that means next
chapter is Katie's babies. Thanks for reading.