A/N: Sorry for the wait, Brain-blocks and studying for exams have gotten in my way a bit, but what the heck, it's up now and there is nothing you can do about it! Go Read!

"What's the matter dear?" Ron leaned over to Hermione, whispering in her ear.

Hermione smiled in spite of herself at the sound of Ron's voice and the tickling from his breath on her ear. "Nothing, I'm just thinking about this little guy." She rubbed her hand lovingly on her 8 month pregnant belly. Ron's hand joined hers, and his mouth hovered over her stomach before kissing it sweetly.

"My little boy in there is raring to get out there and play some Quidditch with his daddy, isn't he?" He whispered.

"Oh no," Hermione interjected, "Mummy's little girl is ready to come learn all she can, but she'll have her daddy's little temper, ready to fight for her friends." She smiled fondly. Ron and Hermione had chosen not to find out anything about their child except for the fact that it was healthy. They always had their little play arguments, and for some reason, the nurses at St. Mungo's smiled a lot when these arguments broke out.

"Sorry Hun, but little Jonathon Ezekiel is just waiting to come out."

"Hmm, Jonathon Ezekiel," Hermione was thinking it over, "That would make his name 'The Gift and Strength from God.'" She smiled, "I like it. It's a shame that the baby girl will be named Olivia Michelle."

"Olivia Michelle," Ron's eyes got a glazed look and a silly kind of smile danced on his lips, "Beautiful, what does it mean?"

"Olivia is 'Peace of the Olive tree', and Michelle means 'Who is like god?'" Hermione informed him.

"So our child will either be The Gift and Strength from god, or Peace of a tree, who is like god."

"I think Jonathon Ezekiel and Olivia Michelle sound a bit better, don't you?"

"Much better I think."

Just then there was a sharp knock on the door. Ron, who had a much easier time walking, stood and went to the door. There he found a rather disheveled Draco Malfoy standing. Draco had ended up breaking the pure-blood line of his family, when he married Akane about 7 months ago. Almost immediately after the returned from the honeymoon, they informed everyone that they were to have a baby. Now from the look on Draco's face, Ron figured what was going on, and Draco's statement was just a confirmation.

"She's gone into labor." He said quickly, "St. Mungos, She wants you there." Draco winced, and Hermione and Ron knew that Akane was yelling for him. One of the benefits of a baby of a wizard is that the parents can communicate with each other without anyone hearing. Ron figured this out when Hermione had a particularly bad spot of morning sickness while he was at Quidditch training. He had fallen off his broom, so shocked to hear Hermione asking for him as if she was sitting on the back of his broom, instead of at home. "I've got to run." And he quickly disapparated.

"Labor? But she's only 7 months pregnant." Hermione asked, finally having made her way to the door. Ron looked to the ground than back up to the face of his wife, with a sad kind of glance. "What do you know that I don't know?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Akane was pregnant 2 months before they got married. Draco confessed to Harry and me a little while back. Akane was afraid to tell you, frighten that you would attack her for being irresponsible, and maybe hurt the baby. Draco made me promise not to tell you."

"I wouldn't have been stupid enough to hurt her and her baby. What kind of idiot does she take me for?" Hermione glared at Ron.

"Hermione, do remember that this was only a month after you had gotten pregnant. You're hormones didn't seem to quite be under your control." He sighed, rubbing his upper arm where Hermione had pinched him so hard she drew blood, merely because he put the wrong kind of cheese on her sandwich.

"Oh well, what's done is done, lets get to Mungos." Hermione set her self up properly, and with a pop she was gone. Ron stared at the spot were she was, thinking of how mad she had been only moments ago.

"See what I mean," he said to the empty house, "Hormonal." And with a second pop, he was gone.

The waiting room outside of Akane's room was hectic. All of the Weasley's had shown up and no one had seen hair or hide from either of the Malfoys since Draco disapparated of Hermione and Ron's Stoop. Hermione was sitting a chair, knitting to relive some of her nerves. Ron was sitting in the chair next to his wife, talking avidly to Harry who was on the other side of him. Ginny was pacing in circles, Holding Harriet, who was Fred and Angelina's youngest daughter. Fred and George were going around collect bets on the Gender of the baby and whether or not the baby was to have the trademark platinum blonde hair of the Malfoy clan. The others were holding a baby or two, trying (but mostly failing) to keep them calm as they waited for someone to immerge from the birthing room. When they had all sat there for a full 4 hours, Draco finally emerged. He smiled softly and said, "Will the godparents of my new baby boy please come in for the naming?" Hermione slowly stood up and Ron helped her head into room. Akane was sitting up in the room, a small bundle resting softly in her arms. Akane's hair, which had been changed to dark red for her wedding and she liked it so much she kept it, was pulled roughly into a ponytail. Her eyes were alight and she held the baby out so that Hermione and Ron could see the little boy. His eyes were open wide, and they were a crystal blue just like his mother's. He had a soft patch of blonde hair on his little head. Hermione was fighting very hard not to squeal, but tears were leaking from her eyes. The Mediwizard came forward.

"Mrs. Malfoy, are you ready to name your baby?" He asked.

"Yes, this is my son, Draco Andrew Malfoy, Jr." Akane smiled.

"And does Draco Andrew Malfoy, Jr. have godparents?"

"Yes, Ronald and Hermione Weasley are Draco's godparents."

"And you are Ronald and Hermione Weasley?" The Mediwizard turned to Ron and Hermione.

"Yes." They chorused.

"Do you accept the responsibility of Godparents for Draco?"

"We do." The Mediwizard smiled.

"There we go then." He smiled and placed his wand on the center of Draco's forehead. Draco's forehead glowed a pale blue for a moment before it returned to normal. Draco cooed and threw his arms in the air, but he only held them there for a few seconds before letting them fall and blinking his little eyes.

"He's so precious." Ginny smiled, as she and the rest of the family entered the room.

"I can only hope our baby boy will look like this." Ron cooed softly.

"Too bad it'll be our little baby girl." Hermione smirked again.

Hermione smiled and looked around the room. All the Weasleys were scattered around the living room of the burrow, celebrating the new addition to the world. Though Akane and Draco were still at the hospital with the baby, Fred and George decided this was a party worthy event and had spent much of the afternoon planning such a glorious party. Hermione remembered the last time that they all had gathered here, and that was for none other than her own arrival. It was amazing to see how much had changed in that short year and four months.

Lindsay, since turning 5 a couple of months ago, had made it very clear that she was going to be a prefect in her 5th year and Head Girl in 7th, or she would die trying. She demonstrated such by easily whipping Harry and Benny into line, even when their parents couldn't, and even though they were half a year older than her, they would cower in her sight. Harry and Benny had proved to be their fathers' sons, and were very good at the pranks they had. They had put Hermione's Christmas present to good use, as Angelina found out when they died her hair Blue for a week. Needless to say Angelina was not happy with Hermione for a good while.

Jason had not only moved past 5 times 5 in his head, he had actually began to solve simple algebraic equations and was so proud when he could announce what x equaled to the entire room, who cheered and clapped, even if they never knew the problem. Sydney and Cheryl, who Hermione didn't know very well since they mostly stuck to themselves, but they had both gotten a little older and looked prettier everyday. Alex could now say his whole name, and stopped referring to himself in the third person. He also proved he was much like his father, as he took a special care for Brooke and Jennifer, making sure no one else picked on them and 'saving' them when they were 'stuck on the top stair', a little game they had invented. Jon had gotten a bit older and his hair got curlier. He showed himself to have the biggest imagination of the group and he would create stories for anyone who wanted to sit and listen. Jennifer had grown up splendidly. She had her mother's bright blonde hair and a cute little French accent on all the words she could manage to say. Harriet, who wasn't even a year old yet, mainly just sat around smiling and looking cute. Benny, her older brother was oddly protective of her and reminded Hermione very strongly of how Ron protected Ginny.

'And thinking of Ron,' Hermione thought to herself, 'I need food.' "Ron! Get me some of your mum's chicken!" She called out. "And bring it quick, or your daughter's going to starve."

"I doubt my son will starve just because you haven't eaten in 2 hours."

"If she has the same appetite as her father she will!"

"Yes, and when you have properly fed your wife, come in here, everyone come in here actually." Harry called. When everyone had huddled into the living room and Hermione had her chicken, Harry, Ginny and Alex stood in front of the group. "There's something we need to tell you all." Harry sighed and looked from his family to his friends. "We waited this long to tell you because, well," He sighed again, "we didn't know how to tell you guys." He ruffled his son's hair lightly. He looked lovingly down at the messy haired child, then turned and nodded his head lightly as he looked at his beautiful wife reassuringly, though he had a small glint in his eyes.

Ginny echoed her husbands sigh as she looked at her extended family and their terribly worried faces. "Well...you see," She started softly, looking down at the group's feet before kneeling by her son, "Alex, here, has…" Ginny gave her son a small kiss on the forehead. Then, still kneeling Ginny looked back up at the group with a full-fledged Weasley smile. "Alex has a new baby brother or sister on the way!" She stood back up next to Harry as news started to sink into everyone's heads.

"Oh my!" Molly finally was the first one to shake out of the shock, and rushed over to Ginny. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!" she hugged her daughter tightly.

"Me too," Hermione waddled over to Harry calming, smiling. "But don't you EVER do that to me again! You had me worried SICK!" Hermione began to smack Harry roughly on the arm.

"Come, come, love," Ron began to pull Hermione away from Harry, "We don't want this new baby to come into the world without a father." Ron smiled apologetically toward Harry, but he shrugged, used to pregnancy hormones by now since at least one Weasley women had been pregnant since he got out of school.

Ginny smiled as her family surrounded her, demanding to know when the baby was due and all sorts of other things. Hermione smiled, as well, glancing at the clock, noticing that it was already 1:00 in the morning. She went to sit on the couch when she suddenly clutched Ron's shoulder. "Hold on, 'Mione. I haven't congratulated Harry."

"Ron, I don't think we have time to wait." Ron turned to Hermione confused. "If we don't move, I think our baby might be born in this living room."

Okay, One more chapter and this story is done…I know, so sad, but, hey, soon after The Next Generation will be up so you can read about the younger Weasleys in Hogwarts...Woot!

Anyway, Review to make me happy, and persuade me to skip reading to write…lol

BEK