Writer's block is a pain in the arse. I am so open to ideas for the next couple of chapters because I have the last 3 or 4 planned, but I need fillers, so, ideas are very welcomed. Thanks for the reviews, they are so amazing!
I know I really didn't do a good job explaining how people felt about Ron coming back. Harry and Hermione are forced to deal with it so, don't worry, I'll sneak it in later.
Christmas morning came amazingly fast. The children stormed down the stairs, successfully waking the rest of the house, and most likely China. Hermione groggily walked down the stairs, greeted by the sight of her daughter and love of her life, who happened to be her daughter's father, engrossed in conversation. She smiled, recalling the dream she'd had for the past couple of days, as she walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Hermione," Molly sang from the sink. She was cleaning up after breakfast and declined Hermione's offer to help. "So, what's on the agenda today?" Hermione's smile dulled a little. Molly had been trying to get her and Ron in the same room for a long time.
"Spend a relaxing Christmas with my family," Hermione answered. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down.
"Mum! C'mon, we saved your gifts!"
Hermione walked into the gift littered living room. Fred and George's inventions laid everywhere, and smoke hung in the air. Haven dumped a boatload of gifts into Hermione's lap and she began to sort through them. Harry and Ginny gave her a quill set, Fred and George gave her joke quills that wrote completely random things, Bill, Charlie, Kaitlyn, Angelina, Kylier and Fleur gave her a gift certificate for dinner for two at Le Villa, a ritzy, Italian restaurant. Wonder who gave them that idea, Hermione thought with a smile. The last package was from Haven. She carefully unwrapped it, revealing a small book. She carefully opened it, only to discover it was a diary. Haven's chicken scrawl was inside the front cover.
Mum,
You can write to me while I'm at school, and I can write back. Pretty impressive, huh? All you have to do is write, it gets transferred to my journal, and the same thing happens with mine, so when you feel that you just can't live without me, give me a write.
"What do you think?" Haven's face was hopeful, and Hermione pulled her into a hug. "I gave one to dad too," Haven whispered into ear.
Suddenly, an ear-piecing "O MY GOD!" ripped through the air. Everyone ran to the bathroom, only to find a hysterical Kylier standing at the sink, green sparks pouring out of her wand.
"What did you do?" George asked. She whispered something into his ear and he turned extremely pale. Everyone stood around, waiting for an explanation. "We're pregnant," George said softly.
"Vhat doez ze green mean?" Fleur asked.
Kylier's face was paler than George's. She gulped before answering. "Triplets."
Everyone eyes widened in shock. "Twins run in the family, not triplets," Molly finally told them.
"Correction, twins run in our family. Not in hers," George said. He was still in shock.
Kylier was still staring at her wand. Molly was trying to hide the wide smile that was beginning to appear on her face. "We need to get you two married."
Kylier and George exchanged identical looks of fear.
Fred was the first to break the silence. "Well, children," he said, leaning down to Kylier's stomach, "Welcome to the Weasley family."
Suddenly, Kylier began crying. "I WANT MY MOMMY!"
"No time to waste, we have a wedding to plan. C'mon girls." Molly said happily. She looked ecstatic. George let out an audible groan, and Kylier burst into tears, again. Molly was unaffected by this, she shuffled all the women into the kitchen and began blabbering on about the wedding.
"I'm going to be fat for my own wedding," Kylier said miserably.
"Honey, you'll be pregnant, not fat," Hermione assured her. She had to fight back giggles as Kylier poked her stomach.
"Knock it off, you'll give them brain damage," George told her as he walked into the kitchen. Fred laughed and shook his head.
Angelina rolled her eyes, "You two are so first time parents." Both Kylier and George glared at her.
"Boys, out. This is girl talk," Ginny said as she pushed them out the door.
"Don't influence my sons too much."
"Oh fucking hell no. If they are three boys, I will get you fixed, even if I have to do it myself!" Kylier was seriously foaming at the mouth. George gulped as he fled the room.
Hermione gently pulled Kylier back down, "What about names?"
Kylier paled even more.
"Can you believe it? Triplets!"
"I pity Kylier, taking care of three kids at once," Ron said. He was lying on his bed, and Hermione was standing above him. He smiled at her, loving the way she blushed. He rolled onto his stomach still looking at her.
"What?" she asked.
"You're beautiful." Hermione was surprised that he wasn't embarrassed, maybe, just maybe there was hope for them.
"Mum, Dad, look at what Grams gave me!" Haven came running into the room, a photo album clutched tightly in her hands. She launched herself onto the bed next to Ron and pulled Hermione next to her. She opened the cover and laughed at the first picture. It was of Harry and Ron, over the summer of sixth year. Ron had Harry in a headlock, and Harry was trying to pull him off. They were both laughing.
"Your uncle Harry can be a git sometimes," Ron told her. Haven turned the page, and they saw a picture of Ron, Hermione and Harry, sitting under a tree at Hogwarts. Hermione was sitting in between them, trying to keep them from copying each others' homework.
The next picture was of Ron and Hermione. Hermione was on Ron's back, and Ron was spinning her around, as she hit his head trying to get him to stop. Haven was staring at the pictures, smiling and holding in silent chuckles. Hermione looked over Haven's head, surprised to see Ron looking at her. "You're amazing," he mouthed. For the second time, Hermione's face blushed bright pink and she looked down at the next photo.
After going through every photo five times, Haven fell asleep. Ron carefully shifted her over to the roll away. He yawned. "Time to sleep, Mione dear."
Hermione smiled. She climbed into the bed next to him. His arm went around her waist, and she snuggled up next to him. She kissed his chin, and he angled his head down to reach her lips. The kiss began as an innocent one, but the moment she felt his tongue run across her lower lip, it got more passionate. She rolled on top of him, straddling his waist, their lips still locked. She attempted to pull his shirt over his head, but she heard someone calling her name.
"Mione, Mione, move over." Hermione's eyes flew open, only to see Ron standing above her. Haven was asleep on the roll away, the photo album next to her. Noting the confused look on her face, he explained. "You fell asleep, now move over so I can go to sleep." Hermione tried to hide the disappointment that she was only dreaming, but Ron noticed. "You alright?"
Hermione sighed. "Yeah, just fine."
Ron shrugged and turned his back to her and when her breathing became regular, he whispered, "I'm not. I still love you."
