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fic which I can't even tell if people like or not. Apparently I have 8
reviews on it, but I only can read one of 'em. And also, being a member . .
. did you know that out of 252 hits (rounded) I only got three reviews?
That's right -- 252 hits in one day and three little reviews. Some of them,
I hope, were just you people who *have* reviewed re-reading. Which reminds
me, I happened to notice that chapters 11 and 13, I think it was, are my
most popular chapters. ;) *grins*
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Despite her calming words to Ron, Hermione was just as unnerved as him. Mrs. Weasley . . . or Molly as she'd asked her to call her. (A good sign in Hermione's opinion) Anyways, *Molly* was, to her, a huge role model. She loved and adored the little woman who could get a household of men to obey and even cringe at her words. You had to respect someone with that much power.
So far, Molly didn't seem to be upset. Unless you counted her common forgetfullness that Ron existed. The woman was pouring over Hermione, however; worrying and fussing and making Hermione feel just pretty darn good about herself. It had been a long time since she'd let anyone fuss over her, and it felt quite nice.
Hermione had begun to think that there would be no 'talk' about 'safe sex', as she and Ron had both though would come. Instead, Molly Weasley didn't even seem to be upset or the slightest disappointed in them . . . until dessert.
"Hermione, dear?" Mrs. Weasley said pleasantly.
"Yes?" Hermione asked, smiling sweetly at the woman.
"After dessert would you and Ron mind helping me with the dishes?" she asked innocently.
Hermione felt her stomach drop and heard Ron drop his fork with a clatter beside her. "We wouldn't mind in the least."
"I do so hate having to ask you for help in your condition, but I think it would be a nice time for us three to have a little chat, don't you?" Mrs. Weasley shot a look at the various faces around the table: Fred, George, Mr. Weasley, Percy, Ginny, and Harry. " *Alone*," she said firmly.
The twins seemed to lose a smirk that had formed when their mother said 'your condition', but nobody else seemed to bat an eye at this request. Hermione almost felt like yelling at Ginny to save her from the wrath known as Molly Weasley, but Ginny seemed to caught up in something else. Hermoine couldn't tell . . . but it seemed as if she was concentrating on something underneath the table. Hermione shrugged, too preoccupied to try and figure out what it was Ginny was conentrating on.
"You know," Harry said very suddenly. "I'm done. Anyone else? Why don't we let them get on with their chat." He shot a sympathetic look to Ron, who merely tilted his lips upwards in an attempt at smiling.
"Perfect idea," Ginny said. "Care for a little night time game of Quidditch? I call George!"
"Hey!" Fred protested. "I'm a better player than George."
Ginny didn't seem to hear him as she practically skipped out of the room; Harry and the twins at her heels.
"I've got a paper to write up," Percy said a little too quickly, standing and giving Ron a not too subtle pat on the back.
"I'll help you with that," Mr. Weasley said, standing up and following his son out of the dining room.
Mrs. Weasley did a quick spell that Hermione recognized. "Mrs--I mean, Molly, weren't we going to help you with the dishes?"
"No, dear, not in your condition," Molly said as though this were obvious as the dishes began scrubbing themselves. "Now that we're alone I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you."
"Before you say anything, Mum, I'd like to remind you that Hermione and I are both seventeen and of the legal age," Ron interrupted.
Molly gave him a cold gaze. "I am aware of this. What I would like to discuss is your utter carelessness. You should have waited until you were out of school to began a sexual relationship or at least have been more responsible about it! Why, when Arthur and I were younger we waited a year after school, until we were *married*."
Ron look shamefully down at the table; Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes.
"Now, I'm not aware of your situation at Hogwarts as you have failed to inform me all of the details. Would you care to further explain?"
Ron cleared his throat slightly, sensing that Hermione wasn't up to talking. "Well, Hermione's only in her fourth month, and her stomach is just hard but not really sticking out too much."
"May I ask how you know so much, Ronald?" Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Never mind."
Ron blushed and continued: "She's going to do a spell that makes people oblivious to the fact that she's picked up weight, Professor Dumbledore showed it to us and assured us that it was safe. She's due in May, so she should be healthy and okay before N.E.W.T.S are happening. After the baby's born Dumbledore was going to get us a room to ourselves so that we could take care of the baby together. Ginny and Harry have also, selflessly, volunteered to help out. Then . . . well, after Hogwarts I guess we hadn't really gotten that far."
"Well, you should be," Mrs. Weasley snapped. "You two are tied down for the next eighteen years at the very least. You should have everything planned out. Where you're going to go after Hogwarts, how you're going to support yourselves *and* your child. Have you thought about the cost of baby things? How are you two going to afford them if you're still in school?"
Ron's jaw dropped slightly. "I-I . . ."
"That's what I thought. Which is why I'm having this chat with you. I'm offering for you both to stay here over the summer, until you both get jobs and are able to support yourself and buy a house. Unless, of course, you'd like to stay with your parents, Hermione?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't want to leave the wizard world."
Mrs. Weasley nodded happily. "And as for things for your baby? Well, I have a few basic things in the attic that are in good shape. A crib, maybe even a diaper changing table if I look hard enough. Perhaps if you were to find a job in Hogsmeade over the weekend at your brothers' joke shop Professor Dumbledore would be kind enough to allow you weekends off so you could earn money. I'm very sure the twins would be more than happy to have you help them."
"I'll bet," Ron muttered under his breath, imagining all the things he would have to undergo with the knowledge of him and Hermione in Fred and George's minds.
"As for now, this discussion is over so why don't you go out and play Quidditch while Hermione and I have another talk here?"
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Later that night, Ron could be heard restlessly tossing and turning in his bed. Harry in particular could hear the tossing and turning and it was grating his nerves. Was it too much to ask for some sleep? Or at least too much to ask for Ron to fall asleep so that he could be left with his own thoughts? His own thoughts about a certain red headed Weasley . . . and it sure as hell wasn't Ron. Or Fred, George, Percy, Molly, or Arthur for that matter. In other words, if you needed it spelled out, he was thinking about Ginny. His . . . girlfriend? Harry shook his head. He wasn't quite sure what they were. He just knew that he'd enjoyed watching her on that broom. There was something undeniably *sexy* about the way her thick silk hair flew past him. And her laugh. How could somebody have a laugh as perfect as hers? It was almost like bells jingling, beautiful. As was every other part- -
"Damn it, Ron, would you stop that?" Harry whispered fiercely as a particularly loud sigh had broken through his thoughts. "If you're so restless why don't you go down to Ginny's room and climb into Hermione's bed? You've already gotten her pregnant so it's not like anybody's going to get cross with you."
"Ginny's there," Ron pointed out.
"Then tell her to come up and sleep in your bed," Harry suggested. Oh, yes . . . Harry liked that idea.
"They may not get upset at me for sleeping with Hermione, but you and Ginny- -"
"We'll be in seperate beds and for God's sake, Ron, she's almost like my little sister!" Harry hissed. "I don't really think she'd enjoy staying in her own bed with you and Hermione enjoying each other right next to her. I doubt anyone could be *that* quiet."
"Hey! I never said Hermione and I would . . . I mean, I just want to talk to her."
"Right," Harry said knowingly. "Now go down there and 'talk' with Hermione before I tie you to your bed to keep you still. And don't think I won't stuff a pillow down your throat if that's what it takes to get you to keep quiet as well."
"Fine, fine," Ron muttered, crawling out of bed. "If you're *forcing* me, then I suppose I must go, right?"
"Uh-huh. Forcing you, that's what this is."
"Well you *were* threatening me," Ron said defensively before slipping out the door. He tried to be as quiet as possible going down the stairs, but he hadn't been quiet enough.
"Ron!" Fred or George hissed fiercely as they both came up in front of him, blocking his way to Hermione and her bed.
"Going to Hermione, are you?" George (as Ron figured out which was which after a second of focus) said.
"So what?"
"We got you a few presents," Fred said.
"Didn't think you'd like opening them on Christmas morning with everyone else and . . . well, we just couldn't contain ourselves any longer. You're getting your Christmas present early, Ronnie."
"The joy, the joy," Ron said sarcastically. "Can I pass on the gifts? Very thoughtful, of course, but I'm kinda in a hurry here."
"Firebolt need a bit of a waxing?" Fred snickered.
"We have some things that might help," George said. He went back to their room and came back a second later with a few things in his pockets.
"These are for your benefit," George said, handing a foil wrapper to Ron. Ron blushed bright red when he realized what it was.
"You know, I don't think Hermione and I will be needing . . . protection."
"Shoulda used it in the first place," George said. "And," he added, "Good news. We didn't just get you one."
Fred let something drop and a whole long string of condoms fell from his hand to the floor as both of the twins tried not to laugh at the expression on Ron's face.
"Can I go now?" Ron asked after he'd gained some composure.
"Not just yet, dear brother," Fred said, putting a stopping hand on his shoulder while George forced the foil wrappers into Ron's hand. "We have something else. A few books where you can learn some things that I'm sure Hermione will be happy with."
"As well as a few spells," George added. "The condoms were just a joke, we don't recommend you using them as they're pretty unreliable. Try out these spells in this book."
"And this book is full of some interesting positions," Fred said, handing Ron another book with a suggestive looking title.
"This all really too much," Ron said sarcastically.
Fred and George beamed at him. "Knew you'd appreciate it," Fred said.
"Now try not to wake us up with your activities involving Hermione, we need our sleep," George said, winking at Ron as the two disappeared back into their room, snickering.
Ron rolled his eyes and rushed back up the stairs where Harry was to set his things hastily on his nightstand.
"What are you doing back?" Harry demanded.
"Got a few 'gifts' from the twins," Ron muttered uncomfortably.
"Oh," Harry said, imagining some of the things Fred and George might have though Ron needed. "Anything interesting?"
"Surprisingly enough, they were a bit helpful. Got a book of spells to prevent another Ron Jr. And I really don't want to go into the others right now."
"See you tomorrow morning," Harry called out, but Ron was already out the door, this time not caring about his footsteps on the stairs.
Ron burst into the girls bedroom and went to the first bed to prod the figure sleeping there.
"Ow! Ron!" Ginny squealed. She slapped him right back. "Go away. This is *my* room."
"Go upstairs and sleep in my bed, Ginny, I need to talk to Hermione," Ron said.
" 'Talk'?" Ginny snorted. "Right." But she was getting out of bed anyways. "Does Harry snore?"
"Don't think so. He does have nightmares, though," Ron warned.
"Fine," Ginny said, "but don't do it on my bed."
"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, sounding scandalized. "You . . . we . . . I mean, we're going to be discussing things."
"Then don't discuss them on my bed," Ginny said pointedly before slamming the door quite loudly behind her.
"Ron?" Hermione croaked sleepily.
"Yes?" Ron asked, his voice a bit lower as he moved to Hermione's bed (which wasn't too far from Ginny's).
"Where'd Ginny go?"
"My bed," Ron said.
"With Harry?!"
"Shh . . . it's all right. Harry's like her brother."
"Right," Hermione snorted.
"What do you mean by that?" Ron demanded.
"Nothing, nothing."
Ron slipped under the covers with Hermione and put his arm around her waist. "So . . . what did Mum want to talk to you about?"
"Just girl stuff. We were talking about names for the baby and she was giving me advice." Hermione sighed and happily snuggled up next to Ron. "I do so adore your mum."
"I figured," Ron said. He paused for a second. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you adore my mum so much that . . . say . . ." Ron coughed nervously. "You'd like her to become your mum as well?"
Hermione sat up slightly and looked wide-eyed at him. "What?" she whispered.
"I mean . . . well . . ."
"Yes?" Hermione prodded.
"Would you want to marry me?"
Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes and she collapsed onto Ron's chest, holding him tightly. "Do you even have to ask? *Of course*!"
Ron grinned crazily at her. "I love you."
"Love you too," Hermione said, voice muffled in his bed shirt.
"Wanna show me how *much* you love me?" Ron suggested.
"Wouldn't mind in the least."
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Wow. I so did not expect that. I really thought Ron was going to wait a little bit longer to pop the question, but Ron just couldn't wait! And, I am *terribly* sorry for a chapter a bit longer than usual. ;) Anyways, can I hope for 235 reviews? I know, it's a lot . . . but I see how many of you read with reviewing. Couldn't you be kind enough to leave a tiny little review? Even if it just consisted of 'good'?
That reminds me, if you want to be updated when I update, just add my name to that Author Alert thingy and because I'm a member -- you'll get emails! How cool is that? I love my new membership. Though I do hope that ff.net starts working again. It's so *frustrating*.
Sorry for spelling mistakes. Though a few of you find them amusing. *grins and blushes*
~Haley J. The Bat
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Despite her calming words to Ron, Hermione was just as unnerved as him. Mrs. Weasley . . . or Molly as she'd asked her to call her. (A good sign in Hermione's opinion) Anyways, *Molly* was, to her, a huge role model. She loved and adored the little woman who could get a household of men to obey and even cringe at her words. You had to respect someone with that much power.
So far, Molly didn't seem to be upset. Unless you counted her common forgetfullness that Ron existed. The woman was pouring over Hermione, however; worrying and fussing and making Hermione feel just pretty darn good about herself. It had been a long time since she'd let anyone fuss over her, and it felt quite nice.
Hermione had begun to think that there would be no 'talk' about 'safe sex', as she and Ron had both though would come. Instead, Molly Weasley didn't even seem to be upset or the slightest disappointed in them . . . until dessert.
"Hermione, dear?" Mrs. Weasley said pleasantly.
"Yes?" Hermione asked, smiling sweetly at the woman.
"After dessert would you and Ron mind helping me with the dishes?" she asked innocently.
Hermione felt her stomach drop and heard Ron drop his fork with a clatter beside her. "We wouldn't mind in the least."
"I do so hate having to ask you for help in your condition, but I think it would be a nice time for us three to have a little chat, don't you?" Mrs. Weasley shot a look at the various faces around the table: Fred, George, Mr. Weasley, Percy, Ginny, and Harry. " *Alone*," she said firmly.
The twins seemed to lose a smirk that had formed when their mother said 'your condition', but nobody else seemed to bat an eye at this request. Hermione almost felt like yelling at Ginny to save her from the wrath known as Molly Weasley, but Ginny seemed to caught up in something else. Hermoine couldn't tell . . . but it seemed as if she was concentrating on something underneath the table. Hermione shrugged, too preoccupied to try and figure out what it was Ginny was conentrating on.
"You know," Harry said very suddenly. "I'm done. Anyone else? Why don't we let them get on with their chat." He shot a sympathetic look to Ron, who merely tilted his lips upwards in an attempt at smiling.
"Perfect idea," Ginny said. "Care for a little night time game of Quidditch? I call George!"
"Hey!" Fred protested. "I'm a better player than George."
Ginny didn't seem to hear him as she practically skipped out of the room; Harry and the twins at her heels.
"I've got a paper to write up," Percy said a little too quickly, standing and giving Ron a not too subtle pat on the back.
"I'll help you with that," Mr. Weasley said, standing up and following his son out of the dining room.
Mrs. Weasley did a quick spell that Hermione recognized. "Mrs--I mean, Molly, weren't we going to help you with the dishes?"
"No, dear, not in your condition," Molly said as though this were obvious as the dishes began scrubbing themselves. "Now that we're alone I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you."
"Before you say anything, Mum, I'd like to remind you that Hermione and I are both seventeen and of the legal age," Ron interrupted.
Molly gave him a cold gaze. "I am aware of this. What I would like to discuss is your utter carelessness. You should have waited until you were out of school to began a sexual relationship or at least have been more responsible about it! Why, when Arthur and I were younger we waited a year after school, until we were *married*."
Ron look shamefully down at the table; Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes.
"Now, I'm not aware of your situation at Hogwarts as you have failed to inform me all of the details. Would you care to further explain?"
Ron cleared his throat slightly, sensing that Hermione wasn't up to talking. "Well, Hermione's only in her fourth month, and her stomach is just hard but not really sticking out too much."
"May I ask how you know so much, Ronald?" Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Never mind."
Ron blushed and continued: "She's going to do a spell that makes people oblivious to the fact that she's picked up weight, Professor Dumbledore showed it to us and assured us that it was safe. She's due in May, so she should be healthy and okay before N.E.W.T.S are happening. After the baby's born Dumbledore was going to get us a room to ourselves so that we could take care of the baby together. Ginny and Harry have also, selflessly, volunteered to help out. Then . . . well, after Hogwarts I guess we hadn't really gotten that far."
"Well, you should be," Mrs. Weasley snapped. "You two are tied down for the next eighteen years at the very least. You should have everything planned out. Where you're going to go after Hogwarts, how you're going to support yourselves *and* your child. Have you thought about the cost of baby things? How are you two going to afford them if you're still in school?"
Ron's jaw dropped slightly. "I-I . . ."
"That's what I thought. Which is why I'm having this chat with you. I'm offering for you both to stay here over the summer, until you both get jobs and are able to support yourself and buy a house. Unless, of course, you'd like to stay with your parents, Hermione?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't want to leave the wizard world."
Mrs. Weasley nodded happily. "And as for things for your baby? Well, I have a few basic things in the attic that are in good shape. A crib, maybe even a diaper changing table if I look hard enough. Perhaps if you were to find a job in Hogsmeade over the weekend at your brothers' joke shop Professor Dumbledore would be kind enough to allow you weekends off so you could earn money. I'm very sure the twins would be more than happy to have you help them."
"I'll bet," Ron muttered under his breath, imagining all the things he would have to undergo with the knowledge of him and Hermione in Fred and George's minds.
"As for now, this discussion is over so why don't you go out and play Quidditch while Hermione and I have another talk here?"
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Later that night, Ron could be heard restlessly tossing and turning in his bed. Harry in particular could hear the tossing and turning and it was grating his nerves. Was it too much to ask for some sleep? Or at least too much to ask for Ron to fall asleep so that he could be left with his own thoughts? His own thoughts about a certain red headed Weasley . . . and it sure as hell wasn't Ron. Or Fred, George, Percy, Molly, or Arthur for that matter. In other words, if you needed it spelled out, he was thinking about Ginny. His . . . girlfriend? Harry shook his head. He wasn't quite sure what they were. He just knew that he'd enjoyed watching her on that broom. There was something undeniably *sexy* about the way her thick silk hair flew past him. And her laugh. How could somebody have a laugh as perfect as hers? It was almost like bells jingling, beautiful. As was every other part- -
"Damn it, Ron, would you stop that?" Harry whispered fiercely as a particularly loud sigh had broken through his thoughts. "If you're so restless why don't you go down to Ginny's room and climb into Hermione's bed? You've already gotten her pregnant so it's not like anybody's going to get cross with you."
"Ginny's there," Ron pointed out.
"Then tell her to come up and sleep in your bed," Harry suggested. Oh, yes . . . Harry liked that idea.
"They may not get upset at me for sleeping with Hermione, but you and Ginny- -"
"We'll be in seperate beds and for God's sake, Ron, she's almost like my little sister!" Harry hissed. "I don't really think she'd enjoy staying in her own bed with you and Hermione enjoying each other right next to her. I doubt anyone could be *that* quiet."
"Hey! I never said Hermione and I would . . . I mean, I just want to talk to her."
"Right," Harry said knowingly. "Now go down there and 'talk' with Hermione before I tie you to your bed to keep you still. And don't think I won't stuff a pillow down your throat if that's what it takes to get you to keep quiet as well."
"Fine, fine," Ron muttered, crawling out of bed. "If you're *forcing* me, then I suppose I must go, right?"
"Uh-huh. Forcing you, that's what this is."
"Well you *were* threatening me," Ron said defensively before slipping out the door. He tried to be as quiet as possible going down the stairs, but he hadn't been quiet enough.
"Ron!" Fred or George hissed fiercely as they both came up in front of him, blocking his way to Hermione and her bed.
"Going to Hermione, are you?" George (as Ron figured out which was which after a second of focus) said.
"So what?"
"We got you a few presents," Fred said.
"Didn't think you'd like opening them on Christmas morning with everyone else and . . . well, we just couldn't contain ourselves any longer. You're getting your Christmas present early, Ronnie."
"The joy, the joy," Ron said sarcastically. "Can I pass on the gifts? Very thoughtful, of course, but I'm kinda in a hurry here."
"Firebolt need a bit of a waxing?" Fred snickered.
"We have some things that might help," George said. He went back to their room and came back a second later with a few things in his pockets.
"These are for your benefit," George said, handing a foil wrapper to Ron. Ron blushed bright red when he realized what it was.
"You know, I don't think Hermione and I will be needing . . . protection."
"Shoulda used it in the first place," George said. "And," he added, "Good news. We didn't just get you one."
Fred let something drop and a whole long string of condoms fell from his hand to the floor as both of the twins tried not to laugh at the expression on Ron's face.
"Can I go now?" Ron asked after he'd gained some composure.
"Not just yet, dear brother," Fred said, putting a stopping hand on his shoulder while George forced the foil wrappers into Ron's hand. "We have something else. A few books where you can learn some things that I'm sure Hermione will be happy with."
"As well as a few spells," George added. "The condoms were just a joke, we don't recommend you using them as they're pretty unreliable. Try out these spells in this book."
"And this book is full of some interesting positions," Fred said, handing Ron another book with a suggestive looking title.
"This all really too much," Ron said sarcastically.
Fred and George beamed at him. "Knew you'd appreciate it," Fred said.
"Now try not to wake us up with your activities involving Hermione, we need our sleep," George said, winking at Ron as the two disappeared back into their room, snickering.
Ron rolled his eyes and rushed back up the stairs where Harry was to set his things hastily on his nightstand.
"What are you doing back?" Harry demanded.
"Got a few 'gifts' from the twins," Ron muttered uncomfortably.
"Oh," Harry said, imagining some of the things Fred and George might have though Ron needed. "Anything interesting?"
"Surprisingly enough, they were a bit helpful. Got a book of spells to prevent another Ron Jr. And I really don't want to go into the others right now."
"See you tomorrow morning," Harry called out, but Ron was already out the door, this time not caring about his footsteps on the stairs.
Ron burst into the girls bedroom and went to the first bed to prod the figure sleeping there.
"Ow! Ron!" Ginny squealed. She slapped him right back. "Go away. This is *my* room."
"Go upstairs and sleep in my bed, Ginny, I need to talk to Hermione," Ron said.
" 'Talk'?" Ginny snorted. "Right." But she was getting out of bed anyways. "Does Harry snore?"
"Don't think so. He does have nightmares, though," Ron warned.
"Fine," Ginny said, "but don't do it on my bed."
"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, sounding scandalized. "You . . . we . . . I mean, we're going to be discussing things."
"Then don't discuss them on my bed," Ginny said pointedly before slamming the door quite loudly behind her.
"Ron?" Hermione croaked sleepily.
"Yes?" Ron asked, his voice a bit lower as he moved to Hermione's bed (which wasn't too far from Ginny's).
"Where'd Ginny go?"
"My bed," Ron said.
"With Harry?!"
"Shh . . . it's all right. Harry's like her brother."
"Right," Hermione snorted.
"What do you mean by that?" Ron demanded.
"Nothing, nothing."
Ron slipped under the covers with Hermione and put his arm around her waist. "So . . . what did Mum want to talk to you about?"
"Just girl stuff. We were talking about names for the baby and she was giving me advice." Hermione sighed and happily snuggled up next to Ron. "I do so adore your mum."
"I figured," Ron said. He paused for a second. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you adore my mum so much that . . . say . . ." Ron coughed nervously. "You'd like her to become your mum as well?"
Hermione sat up slightly and looked wide-eyed at him. "What?" she whispered.
"I mean . . . well . . ."
"Yes?" Hermione prodded.
"Would you want to marry me?"
Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes and she collapsed onto Ron's chest, holding him tightly. "Do you even have to ask? *Of course*!"
Ron grinned crazily at her. "I love you."
"Love you too," Hermione said, voice muffled in his bed shirt.
"Wanna show me how *much* you love me?" Ron suggested.
"Wouldn't mind in the least."
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Wow. I so did not expect that. I really thought Ron was going to wait a little bit longer to pop the question, but Ron just couldn't wait! And, I am *terribly* sorry for a chapter a bit longer than usual. ;) Anyways, can I hope for 235 reviews? I know, it's a lot . . . but I see how many of you read with reviewing. Couldn't you be kind enough to leave a tiny little review? Even if it just consisted of 'good'?
That reminds me, if you want to be updated when I update, just add my name to that Author Alert thingy and because I'm a member -- you'll get emails! How cool is that? I love my new membership. Though I do hope that ff.net starts working again. It's so *frustrating*.
Sorry for spelling mistakes. Though a few of you find them amusing. *grins and blushes*
~Haley J. The Bat