Hermione mentally damned the bloody alarm clock on Sunday morning when it went off before she was ready to even think about getting out of bed. She used to be an early riser, up with the sun and all that, but right now it was all she could do not to grab that buzzing contraption and throw it at the wall untill it broke into a million pieces. Instead she pried Ron's arms from around her and reached over to shut it off.
They had been up so late last night, Hermione had insisted that the nursery have pink carpet to match the walls and even though it could all be put in with a spell it was rather difficult and they had to start over several times.
"Ron, wake up." She whispered into his ear.
The red head beside her didn't move.
"Ron, come on."
Still no movement.
"Ronald..."
"Hermione my love, it's harder for me to sleep with you yapping in my ear like that." He muttered, not opening his eyes.
It was a battle every morning to get him out of bed, Hermione had immense respect for Molly doing it all those years. Not that she minded much, as long as she got to wake up beside him every morning. Ron would never really know how much it had terrified her when he walked out of that hospital room, the very thought of raising thier child without him was unthinkable.
She was sure, however that he appreciated the making up that they had been doing the last couple of days. Her hormones were all out of order, one minute she was crying her eyes out and the next she was tearing his clothes off. Hermione smiled, he definitly was good at...that. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, "Ron, get up."
"No."
"Come on, I'll make you some breakfast."
"Don't want breakfast...wanna sleep." Ron pulled the covers over his head, effectivly hiding himself from his girlfriend, or so he thought. A moment later the blankets were being ripped off him and his pillow was being pulled out from under his head. "Hey!"
"Oh!" Hermione put a hand to her mouth in mock suprise, ""I'm sorry, I thought you were awake. Well, anyway now that you are..."
"You're insane!"
"Yes, that is a possibility, now get up!"
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The party was in full swing, that is if you could call this a party. Ron's parents, Ginny and the twins sitting in her livingroom, drinking mead and discussing Quidditch. Dinner had gone well enough, there was something going on with Ginny and her parents, they kept shooting glares at each other.
Ron had insisted on helping her clean up, and staying true to her promise to take it easy on herself, she let him. "I think it's going pretty well." She said.
"I agree, except Ginny seems a tad uncomfortable." Ron had noticed his sisters behavior as well. "Probably fighting with mum and dad again, they are always going at it."
"Hermione, are you sure you don't need any more help?" Molly asked, vacating her spot on the sofa and comming into the kitchen.
"No, Molly that's okay, we are almost done."
The older woman smiled and reached out her hands to pat Hermione's stomach, "Look how big you're getting!"
"It's all going so fast, I swear my waistline increases drastically overnight. It seems to be going a little too fast to tell you the truth."
"The best part is yet to come dear."
Hermione put down her dishtowel and touched Ron's arm, signaling that it was time to tell everyone the good news. "Let's go back to the livingroom."
Once the Quidditch talk had ceased Ron stood up clearing his throat. "Alright, um there is a reason why we invited you all her tonight, and it wasn't just to see the flat."
"Actually we have some news...about the baby." Hermione added, joining Ron's side.
"News?" Ginny asked, a fearful look on her face. "Good news or bad news?"
"Good news, definitly good news." Hermione smiled, "Ron, do you want to..."
"Yeah, okay...we went the healer the other day, and in addition to the littlest Weasley being perfectly healthy we found out that the baby is a girl."
Screaming, very loud screaming insued. "A girl! A girl! A girl!" Molly was yelling over and over clapping her hands together. Hermione was just about to be bombarded with hugs when the doorbell rang...and everyone went silent. This was a wizarding building, no one used the doorbell, they either apparated or flooed. She wasn't even sure why they needed a doorbell.
Hermione made to answer it but Ron stopped her, "No, you stay here." She nodded and let him go to the door, followed closely by his father and Fred. Cautiously her boyfriend opened the door, wand drawn.
"Oh dear!" A woman gasped, a gasp Hermione knew all too well. She froze, her mother was at the door.
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"Harry, for being the only hope of saving the wizarding world you sure are and idiot!" Lupin yelled from his spot at the table.
"Hey, you're the one that told her where I was!'' He yelled back, defending himself yet again.
"Yes, I did. I thought that she would come, see you were okay and then go back home."
"She did!"
"No, she came, saw you were okay and then you shagged her on the floor of the livingroom!"
This had been an ongoing battle since Remus had come home and found them tangled in blankets by the fireplace. Harry had tried to explain what really had happened but it ended up with him being called an idiot once more. "Ginny wasn't an unwilling participant." Harry muttered.
"Oy! Shut up!"
"Well she wasn't!"
"Well that's just fine! But you didn't have to explain to Molly and Arthur exactly why thier daughter was missing for two days!"
"I said I was sorry!"
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"Mrs. Granger!" Ron was clearly suprised to see her standing there, after everything that had happened, why was she showing up now? He lowered his wand, "Can I help you with something?"
"I was just looking for my daughter."
Ron hesitated to move out of the way, Hermione hadn't told her parents that she was pregnant, and there was no way to hide it now. Hermione had manuvered her way between his dad and Fred to stand next to him, making it clear she didn't want her mother to come into the flat.
"Hello mother." She said, unsmilingly.
"Hermione! You're...you..."
"Yes, now please tell me why you're here. I have company as you see and it is a little rude for me to keep them waiting like this."
"I was hoping to have a chat..."
"Well, I'm very sorry but as I said before I have company, I'm sure you can find you're way out." Hermione turned and walked back to the livingroom, leaving her mother open mouthed in the doorway.
"I can't belive she would speak to her own mother like that!"
"Oh please," Ron said, preparing to slam the door, "You abandoned her, what do you think she was going to do?"
"I did no such thing! She's so impossible!"
"It's interesting that you abandon her beacause she is 'impossible', when in fact that is the very reason that I love her the most."
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The soft pillows felt so good underneath Hermione's head as she fell into bed that night. The evening would have gone exactly as she had planned if her mother hadn't shown up. She closed her eyes, she was exhausted. Hermione felt the weight on the bed shift as Ron layed down on his back next to her.
"Hell of a day." He said, intertwining thier fingers. "You okay?"
"Yeah I think so." She gave him a weak smile, "Did you ever find out what was going on with Ginny?"
"I asked but she brushed it off saying it was the same old thing, I don't think it is thought, mum hardly let her out of her sight tonight."
"She misses him." Hermione said, snuggling closer to Ron, lightly kissing his shoulder. "I miss him."
"Me too." Ron said, hugging her close, "Me too."
A/N: This was way short I know,but I wanted to do a fun fluffy chapter! Hope you extremly paitent (smiles) readers like!
Next Chapter: Things that go bump in the night.