"No, no, NO!" Ron screamed, launching out of his chair and staring at the diamond ring that had fallen out of the envelope, after the howler had self destructed. "She can't tell me how to...or when to...no, no, NO!"

The room seemed far too small, and getting smaller by the second. His mother had done some pretty meddlesome things in his life but this took the biscut, the cake, this took the whole fucking bakery! She had simply gone too far.

"Ron, calm down." Harry was saying, watching his friend pace around the room.

"You want me to calm down? Not bloody likely, Harry."

"Oh come on, you know she only did this because she loves you...and Hermione."

Ron snapped his head around to stare at Harry, "Wait, your telling me that if my mum sent you a screaming telegram, and told you in no uncertian terms that you were to get off your high horse and marry my sister, you would?"

"That...is...just a completly different..." Harry sputtered.

"All I am asking is, were you in my situation..."

This time is was Harry who interupted. "No, see I would never be in your situation because I know how to cast a contreception charm."

Ron raised an eyebrow, "How in the hell do you know how to cast a contreception charm? I swear, Harry, best mate or not..."

"Oh stop it, Ginny and I never...we didn't."

"No?"

"No."

"Good, now back to me."

"Is it really such a bad idea? Marrying Hermione I mean." Harry asked. "Do you not want to?"

"Of course I want to marry Hermione, " Ron snapped, "I've wanted to since I was twelve, but not now, it dosn't seem right."

"How so?''

"It would be like I was only marrying her because of the baby and that isn't the way I, or Hermione want to get engaged."

Harry sighed, "I guess that makes sense. What are you going to tell your mum?"

Ron had no idea how he was going to explain this to his mother. He should stand up to her, he really should, but the woman was absolutly terrifying. "I'll have to think of something." Suddenly he got an overwhelming feeling of happiness, "There is a silver lining to all this."

"What's that?"

"When I go talk to mum, I get to see Hermione, and maybe I'll make it to one of the healer appointments."

"That is great." Harry nodded, "Mind if I tag along, I would like to see Hermione too."

"Sure." Ron said, although he knew Harry wanted to check up on Ginny more than anything.

This was going to be interesting.

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The second Ron and Harry stepped through the door of The Burrow, Molly was rushing to them yelling, "Oh, you two!" with open arms. She was stopped, however when her youngest son held up his hand.

"Really mum, I'm not feeling very cuddly at the moment. I cane here to give you this back." He handed the ring back to his mum. "I will decide when to propose to Hermione, me, not you. I will get the ring, me, not you. I will do it on my own, without you."

"Ronald! How dare you speak to..."

"Mum, I'm not ready to get married, nor is Hermione. When we are ready, than and only then will we get married."

"Well, you certainly weren't ready to have a baby, and that's happening isn't it?" His mother pointed out.

"I'm tired of apologizing to you, yes Hermione and I made a mistake but we are trying pretty damn hard to make it right."

Ron..."

"No!" Ron yelled, "It's not going to happen! We are done! Now would you please tell me where my girlfriend is?"

Molly's lips were pressed into such a thin line, they hardly moved when she told him Hermione was upstairs. He felt a little proud, not about fighting with his mum but about finnally standing up to her. He made his way to Percy's old room, which had been converted for Hermione and eventually the baby to live in.

When he opened the door, he saw her fast asleep on top of the covers. He couldn't wake her, instead he slipped off his shoes and crawled into the bed next to her. Ron encircled his arms around her and rested his hands on her slightly bulging stomach. She was so amazing, doing this practically all on her own, at lest untill this war was over and he could be with them. He remembered when she told him she was pregnant.

Flashback

"Hermione, love open the door."

"No." Came the answer from inside the upstairs bathroom at The Burrow. She had jumped up so quickly from the table when his mum had brought out the roast chicken, and hadn't come out of the bathroom ever since.

"Come on, please." He pleaded.

"No, you'll be angry."

"You are sick, why would I be angry?"

He heard a slightly nervous laugh, and finally she opened the door. Ron came into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. "Explain to me why I would be mad if you are sick."

"I'm not really...well I am...not sick...but..."

"Hermione!"

"Right, okay I'm well...pregnant."She blurted out so fast that he almost didn't catch it. She looked ashamed and sat down with her back against the bathtub, he soon joined her.

"Are you sure?" His voice cracked a little and he cleared his throat.

"I did the spell, do you want me to do it again?"

"No, I trust you." He whispered.

Ron slipped his hand into hers and laced thier fingers together. He felt her head rest on his shoulder and he knew she was probably loads more scared than he was. And he was SO scared.

"You...uh...are you going to have it?" He asked, than held his breath, waiting for the answer.

"I'm going to have it, and I don't think I could, you know, give it away..."

"No, that isn't what I want either." Ron said.

End Flashback

Ron kissed her temple, things were different, he was still scared but more excited. He couldn't wait to meet this little person that he had helped create. Would he have a son or a daughter? He contemplated each option untill he was falling off to sleep.

A/N: This chapter took me so long to get right! Not to mention my computer crashed so I had to write it all out by hand than type it up on someone elses computer. Hope you like!

Next Chapter: Harry has a run in with Ginny and he and Ron start a dangerous mission.