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Author's Note: I actually have nothing to say. Wow, that's strange. Wait, I would like to thank chattypandagurl for her help.
Chapter Fourteen- Ginny Weasley
After dropping Cooper off at his home, at which Charlie tried his best to stall as long as possible, Hermione and her husband Apparated back to his childhood home. However, as soon as they arrived, two family members mauled them, attacking the couple before sitting on top of them. Both Hermione and Charlie fought to relieve themselves of the added weight to no avail. Laughing, Fred said, "Oh no, brother dear, I have been put under the strictest orders to hold you here until further notice."
"Wonderful, I've just gained 300 extra pounds of fat," Charlie sarcastically growled.
"I do not weigh 300 pounds! And I will have you know that I have very little fat on my body. I think you're confusing me with yourself."
"Well, we know who's on you, but who's sitting on me? Ron…" Hermione growled.
"How'd you know?" Ron asked, shocked that she could guess who he was without even hearing him.
"Easy. Charlie is pinned underneath your brother, Bill isn't stupid enough to attack me, George would be too heavy, and you are most certainly not a girl."
"Always the smart one, Hermione," Ron grinned.
"No, I'm always the one with common sense. Now, I have a question for you."
"Go ahead, sis."
"Ron, seeing as I'm pregnant with your future niece and nephew, and possibly your only niece and nephew at the rate your family is going, does it really seem like a good idea to sit on me?" Hermione questioned, her voice getting louder with each word until she was yelling.
"Err…no?"
"Great, what do you think we should do about this little problem of ours?"
"I should get off of you."
"That sounds like a fabulous idea," Hermione deadpanned.
But still Ron made no effort to move. After a couple of minutes, Hermione suggested, "Ron, why don't you get off me now before I start thinking about making sure you can't have any children? Ever."
Immediately, the pressure on Hermione's back and someone was helping her up. Once Hermione was up right again, she smacked Ron in the back of the head, earning her a "What was that for?"
"For sitting on your pregnant sister. I knew you've never been a bright one, Ron, but you'd think you'd have some thoughts running through that empty head of yours."
"You know, I am the father of those children, and yet, I'm still under my younger brother," Charlie mentioned.
"I'm sorry, dear, but are going to have to vomit every day from morning sickness?"
"No."
"Are you ever going to stop being able to see your feet?"
"Probably not."
"Are you going to have to push two live children out of you?"
"No."
"Than I really don't see how you can use this to your advantage."
"Hey, I helped remember," Charlie clarified.
Suddenly, Fred interjected, "Eww, Charlie, I really didn't want to hear anything about that."
Charlie added, "I bet it was that one time, when we—"
Luckily, Fred cut him off from finishing that sentence. "Okay, if I let you up will you promise to quit talking?"
"Yes."
Fred stood up and stated, "Well, if Mum asked, we tried."
Charlie stood up as well and smiled cheekily at his wife. "And you said I couldn't use this to my advantage."
Hermione shook her head but asked Fred, "Where is everyone else?"
"Let's see, Mum and Dad went shopping for some baby things. Bill is running away from Fleur, though he said that he was going to look for you two. Ginny is in the yard sulking, and George is running away from Nancee. Then Ron and I are here," Fred stated as he counted off the people on his fingers. "Oh, Nancee is chasing George, Fleur is writing a letter to her sister, and Luna is…Ron, I forgot, what is Luna doing again?"
"I think she went off to go pick some flowers for Hermione," his brother answered.
"That's sweet. So basically, we're the only ones here?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," the two brothers responded simultaneously.
"Why are George and Bill running away?"
"Because now Fleur and Nancee want children. Fleur is pretty jealous that you're expecting first seeing as she's been married to Bill longer, and Nancee is just plain crazy."
Charlie laughed, "And what do you call your girlfriends then?"
Fred shrugged. "Olette is perfectly happy with Mione expecting. She feels that it's too early in our relationship to be thinking seriously about the prospect of children."
"Her words?"
"You know it."
"What about you, Ron?"
"Luna said that she wanted to wait until she was married before she even considered the idea of children," Ron stated.
"I still think that I'm the only one in this family with a lady who isn't completely mental," Charlie confessed.
Ron and Fred looked at each other before once again answering at the same time, "You are."
"Always knew I was the lucky one in the family."
Hermione grabbed the scroll Harry had given them and made her way towards the back door of the Burrow. Behind her, Charlie asked, "Where are you going, love?"
"I have to talk to you sister. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid," Hermione stated before stepping out into the fresh air and sunshine that was the Weasley yard.
Hermione saw Ginny sitting next to the pond and joined her in the shade beneath the tree. Ginny hastily wiped away her tears before she demanded, "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to talk, Ginny. That's all."
"Well, have fun talking to yourself. I'm not really in the mood. And don't think you can pull that 'I'm pregnant' crap with me."
"Ginny, can I ask you something?" Ginny huffed but nodded all the same, and with that Hermione continued, "Ginny, you love Charlie, don't you?"
"Yes, he's my favorite brother. Next to Bill, of course."
"And we were friends at one point, weren't we?"
"Well, except for that little stint in fifth year, yes."
"What's changed then?"
Ginny threw her hands up in the air, nearly smacking Hermione, though she foresaw it coming and moved. "Everything, Hermione; everything has changed. No one cares about me anymore."
"Ginny, what are you talking about? Everyone loves you."
"Please, all they care about you and Charlie. I mean, at first I was happy for you. It was a strange relationship, but a relationship nonetheless, and that is something for you. But everyone's forgotten about me. Before I was the only girl, at least that everyone liked, and I was the most important person in Charlie's life. Then you came along."
Hermione began to straighten the hairs on Ginny's head. "Ginny, Charlie still loves you, it's just now he has a family of his own. I can't really say that I understand, seeing as I'm an only child, but I do know something. The only thing that is truly permanent is change."
"I know I'm acting like a little child, but how much do you even know about my brother, Hermione? Really? What's his favourite book? What does he do in his free time? What does he think of his boss?"
Hermione tried to answer, but then herself unable to do so. She didn't know the answers, not one. "I'm a whore. I'm pregnant and married to a man I barely know. I'm a slut," she whispered.
"You're not a slut, Hermione. You just got a bit carried away with a very good-looking young man. I know many girls who have done a lot worse," Ginny said sympathetically, and Hermione took this as her way of saying sorry.
Hermione shook her head and handed Ginny the scroll, still contemplating her situation. "Here, Harry said to give this to you."
"You saw Harry?"
"Yes, he was at my parents when we went to go tell them the news."
"How did that go?"
"My dad threatened to shoot him, Harry had a little 'chat' with him, and my mum was ecstatic. Over all, it was very strange. Especially the bit where Charlie acted as though he was going to kill himself."
"My brother did what?" Ginny asked.
Hermione, happy to see that Ginny was talking freely with her, readily answered, "You're brother summoned the gun from my father's hand and then held it to his own head. It was all an act though, so that Cooper could have the chance to knock my dad out."
"Oh,I know that act. It always works for some reason," Ginny replied with a slight laugh.
"Yes, well, read what Harry says already. He looked very anxious about it."
Ginny smiled, unrolled the paper, and began to read. What do I really know about Charlie? Let me think. He's handsome. He used to play Quidditch; I can't remember what position though, Hermione thought. He works with dragons. His birthday is December 12th, and he's the second son to Arthur and Molly Weasley. He has three close friends, one of whom is his brother; one just got married to a woman no one can stand, and the final one is a Scot that nobody can understand. He wants to have a large amount of children, and loves me. That's all I know, and anyone that has met him knows most of that. What have I gotten myself into?
Unable to take it anymore, Hermione stood up and ran into the house, Ginny close at her heels. "Hermione—" Charlie started but was unable to finish before his wife was gone, having run up the stairs to the attic. He stopped Ginny though, and asked her, "What have you done to Hermione?"
"I haven't done a thing, in fact, I apologized. I was just reading my letter from Harry when she started running. And I know she wasn't in the best physical shape before, and you would think being pregnant would slow her down, but if nothing else, it's made her faster."
"Well, what were you two talking about?" Fred asked.
"I told her that I was feeling pushed aside, and then I asked her what she really knew about Charlie. She called herself a whore and a slut, but I told her that it wasn't true. I don't know why she ran, honest," Ginny swore, raising her right hand.
Charlie shook his head. "I know what's bothering her, let's just hope I can talk some sense into her," he stated as he began to march up the stairs himself.
"That's something I thought I would never see, someone having to talk sense into Hermione," Ron commented.
Fred's hand automatically flew to smack Ron in the head. "What did I do this time?"
"Nothing, that was just for being an all around dolt."