AN: Hi! Jackie is taking WAY too long for Ch. 7, so I thought I'd start Ch. 8.

Pettybureaucrat: I'm thinking that my cold is actually the flu, but it may be TSS, and I certainly hope it isn't. And I was thinking about making Malfoy be Ginny's doctor when she gives birth and make Harry say something like, "Oh, no! You are NOT looking up my wife's ass!" LOL.

RomanticDreamer7: Thanks! When I first met my friend, Michael Matthew John, I thought it was weird that his last name can be a first name… Anyways, I won't add apples and cheese puffs because they aren't such a weird combination.

Lauren: LOL, I know.

Kaitlyn: Thanks!

Claire: I didn't use James Daniel Potter because Harry's middle name is James, and I didn't want two people to have James's name, because it might be disrespectful to Lily's spirit. Get it now? I hope that's a good explanation.

This chapter is dedicated to my cat, Mia. I love her so much!

One request: Please say in a review 'Get well soon!' because I think that that will help me get over my stupid case of the flu (or possibly TSS, but I hope not) sooner and I'll be able to write better. Or worse. People say I tend to write better when I'm sick. It's your choice.

(Nobody's POV)

Ginny was about 8 months pregnant. Her feet were swollen; she was constantly tired, and had constant cravings, headaches, and back pain.

"Hey, honey? If we have two girls and one boy, which names are we going to use?" Harry asked his very pregnant wife.

"Uh… Er… I think for the girls, we'd use Kathryn Harmony and Lillian Elizabeth, but if we don't have a girl with red hair and green eyes, then we'll use Jaqueline Marie," his wife replied. "For the boy… I like Daniel Sirius best."

"What about two boys and one girl?"

"Um… For the boys we should have Daniel Sirius and Michael Angelo."

"Okay, sweetie," Harry said.

"Harry, would you be a dear and call Hermione? She's a little late," Ginny asked.

"Yes. I suppose you want some food, too? Pickles and ice cream? Chocolate?"

"I feel like olives and salsa."

"Okay…" He said, backing away towards the door slowly.

"Ow!" She yelled suddenly.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Your son and daughters are playing football with my insides!" Ginny yelled angrily.

"I'll ask your mum if that's normal," said Harry. "In the meantime, here." He threw her a bra, a pair of underpants, a golden hoodie, and a color changing maternity dress. "Please get dressed so I can call Hermione." His wife nodded and he ran downstairs. Harry grabbed the olives and salsa. He went over to the fireplace, extinguished the flames, and grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. Harry stuck his head in the still-warm fireplace, shouted, "Ron and Hermione Weasley's house!" and dropped the Floo powder in the fireplace. He felt his head spin.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron greeted him. "Need Hermione? Or did you want to talk to me?"

"Er, actually, I need Hermione. She's supposed to come over and do a spell that'll tell us the gender of the babies. Where is she?"

"She's – oh, here she is now. Hermione, Harry and Ginny are waiting."

"Oh, okay, I'll be right over, Harry. Just hold on a couple seconds," Hermione told him.

Harry nodded and pulled his head out of the fireplace. A few seconds later, Hermione walked out of the fireplace.

"Follow me," Harry said, offering his hand.

"Why, thank you, kind sir," Hermione replied, taking his hand, then promptly dropping it. They burst into laughter.

"Alright, come on. You're sure you know the spell?"

"Yes, Harry. I researched it and everything."

"Okay, Ginny's in here," He said, knocking on a door in front of him. "Ginny? Are you dressed?"

"Yeah! Did you bring my olives and salsa?"

"Yup!"

"Yay!"

Hermione sat down in front of Ginny, who was dipping olives in salsa. "Quis Genit Liberi." Three tiny gold sparks shot out of her wand. "Sexus." Two of the sparks turned pink, and one turned blue. "Ginny, you're having two girls and a boy."

Harry's jaw dropped. Ginny started to beam.

"See, Harry? I told you that it was two girls and a boy," Ginny said, eating another olive.

"Oh! I just forgot! Ginny, I have a match against the Holyhead Harpies in about two weeks. Do you want to come? I have a free ticket for you."

"Yes, Harry! I'd love to come! But in the meantime, can we go get a kitten or two?"

"I thought you wanted three kittens," Harry said.

"Well, it's going to be a little hard to take care of three kittens and three babies," She replied. "So I decided two was enough for the time being."

"Okay, come on."

Harry and Ginny went downstairs and bade good-bye to Hermione. They then flooed to the pet store in Diagon Alley where Hermione had gotten Crookshanks.

"Aw, look at them, Harry!"

Two kittens, one pure black, one pure white, had caught Ginny's eye.

"They're adorable. Excuse me… miss? How old are those two kittens?" He asked the shopkeeper.

"Oh, they're two months old. They came from the same litter, so they'll get along fine. The black one's name is Ebony and the white one's name is Ivory," the shopkeeper replied.

"Whoa, is that you, Hannah? Hannah Abbot? Is that you?"

"Harry?" Hannah asked. "Is that you? And is that Ginny Weasley?"

"Yeah. We got married."

"Justin and I are engaged," She said with a smile. "Hi, Ginny."

"Hannah? Hi!" Ginny said. "Oh, it's so good to see you! See this?" She gestured to her still-growing belly. "There are triplets in here."

"Oh my God, Gin. Triplets? You better pray St. Mungo's has enough painkiller potion," Hannah joked. "Anyway, are you interested in those kittens?"

"Yeah, and we'll need some food, a couple beds, a litter box, and a couple carriers. How much?"

"37 Galleons, 5 Sickles, and a Knut."

Harry paid her and with Ginny, Flooed home with the kittens and supplies. They spent the rest of the day setting up and spending time with Ebony and Ivory.

Next Chapter: "HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! PUDDLEMERE WINS, 570 TO 390!" the commentator roared.

Suddenly, everyone heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from the top box.

AN: Yesh, short chapter. I know. I'm not able to make long chapters! It's hard for me! Anyway, you know what happens next! BABIES!

J/N: Alright, keeping in fashion with this short chapter, here is my somewhat short Beta note (although I have a feeling that no one really reads these things...) Good chapter...bloody good cliffy leading to the next chapter. I have to say I love the names as well...er, for both the kids and the cats. And I really hope you don't have TSS...although I expect that if your not seriously ill by now, its not that. TSS is usually serious, even fatal...and well, it happens rather fast. So if its just the flu, I do hope you feel better soon!

Cheers!

AN2: People, read the J/Ns!