A/N: Chapter 9! YAY! I'm happy! Thanks to all those who reviewed! AidenShadowBreeze, vagrantben, Emeraldwolfqueen, dragoneyes5000, blondie05, pureangel86, Sarahamanda, amrawo, The Gryffindor Drummer and weasleytwinsarehott

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"You're what?" Charlie stuttered.

"I'm pregnant."

"You're what?" Charlie repeated.

"Charlie? I'm pregnant. Are you alright?" Hermione began to look worried.

"Oh my, God. Not what I was thinking but okay. You're pregnant?" Charlie looked Hermione in the eye.

Hermione couldn't speak because she was too nervous so she just nodded her head.

Charlie smiled. "You're pregnant! I'm so happy, Hermione!"

Hermione sighed with relief. "Really?" she said.

"Why wouldn't I be? The woman I love is the mother of my child!"

Two months later, a larger Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table at the Burrow. She was sitting with the rest of her family: the Weasleys, Charlie, Harry, Remus, Tonks, and, yes, even Lavender. Hermione began to feel the usual thumping on her stomach. She quickly grabbed Charlie's hand and put it low on her large stomach. Charlie smiled and kissed Hermione on the cheek.

The couple didn't notice everyone around them. How ever everyone around the couple noticed them. They were happy for Hermione and Charlie. They were also happy Harry was Hermione's best friend. Since Hermione was captured… and now showing, Harry got the Ministry to allow Hermione and Charlie get married after the baby was born.

After dessert everyone was just sitting around talking when suddenly Charlie cleared his throat. "Everyone if I could have your attention." All of those in the room went silent and looked at Charlie, who had stood up. "Thank you. I would like to say something." Charlie turned and looked at Hermione. Charlie got down on one knee.

"Hermione,"

Hermione who was six months pregnant and hormonal began crying.

"Hermione, I love you. I have for a while now. I know I have done this before but I want to do it again because well… you know, lots of stuff has happened in the past few months. Hermione… wow, I still know you middle name, Granger, will you marry me?"

Hermione was laughing and crying but she managed to shake her head yes.

Everyone in the room clapped and cheered. They all gave there congratulations.

"Charlie? You awake?" Hermione whispered one night a few months later.

"Mmm."

Hermione elbowed Charlie. "Charlie wake up!"

"What is it, baby?" Charlie mumbled.

"Charlie, I think I'm going into labor." Hermione said still whispering.

Charlie sat right up. "Oh! Are you alright? We have to get to St. Mungo's!" Charlie ran out of bed and grabbed the prepared bag Hermione had and a pair of Hermione's shoes. He helped Hermione up and they flooed to St. Mungo's.

Five long hours later a shrill cry could be heard from inside a delivery room on the third floor of St. Mungo's.

"Hermione, oh my, God! Our baby is so beautiful."

Hermione smiled softly. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Charlie laughed. "Take a guess."

Hermione's smile grew. "A boy."

"Are you sure about that?" Charlie asked.

"Positive.

"You are right."

Hermione laughed. "I am the brightest witch of my age."

"You are modest, too." Charlie said and kissed his fiancée on the cheek.

A nurse walked over to the couple with a baby wrapped in a blue blanket in her arms. Hermione sat up a little and took hold of her baby.

They baby had brown eyes and peach fuzz for hair. Hermione smiled once again. "He looks like you, Charlie."

"Oh, I don't know. I guess he does a little." Charlie said.

Hermione motioned for Charlie to take the baby and he did. Charlie sat down on Hermione's bed right next to her.

"What should we name him?" Charlie asked.

"I don't know. What names do you like?"

"I like… Jake, Adam, Jason, Phillip, and Liam."

"Liam? How did you come up with that?" Hermione asked.

"It was my grandfather's name. It's Celtic or Gaelic or something. It means… determined guardian." Charlie said.

"I like that… Liam Weasley. Sounds nice." Hermione said.

"Yea… it does. What about a middle name though?"

"Liam Arthur Weasley?"

"I love you, Hermione." Charlie kissed Hermione on the cheek again.

A/N: I'm sad… all that's left is one chapter… and possibly an epilogue. Cry. Oh well, I'll just have to write another story I guess.