I'm am so so sorry that it took me this long to type this chapter up. I got back by report card. Need I say any more?
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Hermione stared out the window of the house she shared with Ginny, Harry and Ron at the snow that was falling gracefully to the ground.
It was amazing how fast the year had gone. TONIGHT WAS NEW YEARS EVE!
Now it was new years eve, she was waiting for Ron to get home so they could all flew to the Weasley's house.
Hermione looked down at the book on her lap, Spells Muggles know by Trista Me'lone, When she had picked this book from the shelf it had been fascinating, but now, when she was waiting to leave, it seemed about as interesting as a small, insignificant,ball of lint.
The reason Hermione was so uptight about tonight was because tonight would be the night Hermione and Ron told the Weasley's about their relationship. The only people who new at the moment where Fred, George, Ginny and Harry because most of the others had stopped reading the Prophet and Hermione had threatened Fred and George not to spread the word.
There was a loud crack and Hermione jumped up to look out the window. Ron had just apparated outside the house and was now stomping threw the snow to get to the house.
He opened the door and stepped inside. He saw Hermione. "Sorry I'm late, I got held up by our coach who decided to give all the team a lecture about how bad it would be for us to get smashed at a new years party tonight." Ron explained.
"Thats OK, no problem with me ... Ginny might skin you alive, though." Hermione said.
Ron came over to he and gave her a big hug, she pushed him off of her. Ron looked crestfallen. "Your cold." Hermione said, brushing off the snow on his shoulders.
"Well, its not my fault its snowing out." Ron said, shaking his head, causing snow to fall from his hair.
"RONALD BILIOUS WEASLEY!"
Ron tried to run, but ... too late, Ginny came hobbling down the stairs, she was a bit slower now because of her pregnant belly but twice as angry because of the hormones.
"Where have you been!" she demanded.
"The coach held---" Ron was cut off. "I don't wanna hear it!" she screamed.
Harry came running after her, looking like a frightened child, making sure she didn't fall down the stairs or something.
"Well, now that we're all here we can get going." Hermione said quickly.
Ginny sighed, "Your right, lets go." she said, waddling over to the fire place in the dining room.
Harry followed closely behind her. Then Hermione and Ron.
"Did your coach really hold you up for two hours?" Hermione asked, checking her watch.
"Maybe." Ron said coyly, picking up his back that had been packed that morning in one hand and a handful of flew powder in the other.
After he had 'flewed', Hermione grabbed her bag and followed suit. After the colors stopped spinning she fell out of the fire place coughing. Ron helped her up and patted her on the back as Mrs. Weasley yelled at them for being late.
"WHY IN THE NAME OF MERLIN ARE YOU KIDS INCAPABLE OF BEING AT A CERTAIN PLACE AT A CERTAIN TIME?"
"Of course its not your fault Harry dear." she added.
"It was Ron's fault." Ginny started to say, but Mrs. Weasley had already started to yelled again, after each sentence adding, "its not your fault Harry dear." or "Hermione, I know if it was only you and Harry you would have been on time."
All the chaos only stopped when Ginny let out a cry of pain and grabbed her large abdomen.
Harry froze, his eyes wide and terror stuck. Mrs. Weasley wore the same expression.
"Ginny are you all right?" Hermione asked, worriedly.
"Of course I am, I just wanted all the yelling to stop." she said simply, standing back up.
"That is a horrid trick, Ginny, where did you ever learn how to do that?" Mrs. Weasley asked, coolly.
"Dad told me that you used to do that all the time." Ginny replied, smirking.
After an hour or so everyone had stopped scolding them and they all sat around the living room listening to Mrs. Weasley's old records of some old witch nobody had ever heard of.
Fleur was trying to cover her ears without being noticed as she sat by Bill, who was talking excitedly to Charlie and his girlfriend, Kaylyn, about Quidditch.
Fred was talking with Mr. Weasley , Percy and Lupin about something or other, Ron was talking with Harry, Ginny and Tonks with Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione felt quite left out.
Then she noticed something, someone was missing.
"Where's George?" she asked, no one in particular. Fred looked over his shoulder at her, "Just packing up the joke shop." Then he turned back to his conversation.
Hermione fiddled with the locket Ron had given her for Christmas and looked around the room, the only person who didn't look happy with the conversation they where in was Fleur, and Hermione wasn't all too fond of her.
Just when she was about to give up hope and go outside to watch the gnomes George apparated into the house with a pop.
He was carrying a big, lumpy bag on his back.
"To start off the new year I have brought presents for everybody." he stated happily.
But Hermione could have sworn she saw him exchange looks with Fred.
"Gather round, gather round." Fred said, standing up and moving over to George.
Hermione nudged closer with everybody else, they all seemed to be thinking along the same lines : what are they up to now the little trouble making chicken turds.
Fred handed Ginny a large, badly wrapped red box. Ginny looked hesitant, "I am pregnant you know." she said as she prodded the package with her index finger.
"Really?" Fred and George said at the same time, faking surprise. "I never would have guessed." Fred added.
Ginny ripped off the rapping paper and to her surprise it didn't explode, mutate, slime her or smell.
It was a small bit of paper, folded over itself, it looked like just an ordinary card.
Ginny picked it up with shaking hands, she opened it...
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" the card shouted blowing confetti everywhere, Ginny fell backward in surprise.
Harry helped her up, giving both twins very dirty looks.
"From the looks we're getting,---I'd say Harry wants his present next." Fred and George said.
They passed him a very tiny parcel wrapped in green paper.
Harry unwrapped it then opened the box, he looked inside.
"Duck!" He yelled, throwing it across the room.
"I'm hurt." Fred said mockingly.
But not a second after he had said that had the small package exploded in confetti and light.
Hermione was trying to hard to hide her laughter.
"Well, Hermione, you next?" George asked.
Not waiting for an answer he thrust a flat box at her, the type of box that would house clothing.
Hermione stopped laughing.
"Thanks but no thanks." she said, trying to hand it back.
George pushed it back. "Its all in good fun Hermione, no worry, won't kill you." Fred said smiling.
Hermione swallowed hard and opened the box, there was tissue paper in it, she moved that aside.
Bright red, frilly, lingerie flew into the air.
"We couldn't decide if we wanted to give these to you or Ron, doesn't really matter really, I s'pose there a gift for both of you." Fred said laughing.
Hermione chocked for a moment, how could they do this!
"Too far." she breathed, standing up. "You've gone way to far." she said quietly as she walked out of the room.
She went to the front door and walked outside and around the house to the gardens.
"Way too far." she muttered, kicking the air.
Hermione went over to where a small, broken bench stood against the house and sat down on it.
"So not funny." she muttered.
She heard the front door open and close.
It would either be Mrs. Weasley demanding an explanation, Harry, trying to be a good friend or Ron, who would probably be just as embarrassed as she was.
Ron came walking around the corner and sat on the bench beside Hermione.
The already unsteady bench groaned under the extra weight.
"Its not like they weren't going to find out either way." he said, half smiling.
There was a moment of silence...
"Hey, you didn't get it that bad, Kaylyn ended up wearing her present." Ron said laughing.
Hermione shot him a dirty look.
"Would you mind if the twins died?" Hermione asked quietly.
Ron took a moment considering this.
"Yes." he said surely.
"I'm sorry to hear that Ron because I'm going to kill them." Hermione raged, standing up and lunging to get a head start to the door.
Ron grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down.
Hermione smirked, Ron's ears where bright red.
He leaned closer until they where inches apart.
Then he kissed her gently on the lips.
Hermione draped her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer by the waist.
"You should really be doing that in private you know." came a voice from the side of the house.
Hermione and Ron broke apart to see Percy leaning up against the side of the house, apparently he had opened his present because his face was now bright purple and silver.
"We where in private before you came and ruined everything." "You bloody prat." Ron added so quietly only Hermione could hear him.
"Mother told me to come out and get you two, the countdown's about to start." Percy said.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Coming." he said.
Ron kissed Hermione on the forehead and pulled her to her feet.
Then they walked back to the house hand in hand.
When they came inside Mrs. Weasley was scolding Fred and George for what they had done to both Kaylyn and Hermione.
The countdown started, everyone was chanting the numbers.
"10"
"9"
"8"
. "7"
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
"Happy New year!"
"Ouch!"
Everyone turned to look at Ginny who was doubled over.
"Your not gonna fool me this time." Harry said, crossing his arms.
"I'm not joking." she said, breathing heavily.
"WHAT!" Harry rushed over to her.
They all apperated to St. Mungoes, Ginny went straight in but the rest of them had to wait with Harry in the waiting room and try to help him fill out the paperwork.
Harry's hands where shaking so badly that he couldn't write much and obviously couldn't think straight either.
"Whats the father's full name?" Harry asked.
"Honestly." Hermione said, snatching the quill from him and filling out the form in record time.
They all waited there for hours, in the small cramped waiting room.
People where squeezed up against each other, Fleur was setting on Bill's lap and Fred and George where being levitated upside down in midair by Kaylyn and Charlie.
Although nobody was certain if that was because of lack of room or the twins' lovely new year presents.
After a few more painstaking hours a nurse came out of the set of double doors Ginny had left threw.
She looked around the room, from Fred and George to Fleur and Bill.
"The father?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
Harry stood up, bumping the bench he was sitting on causing most people to fight for balance, except for Tonks who just fell to the floor.
"Congratulations Mr. Potter, you are the father of ...
HAHAHAHAAHA! ( evil cackle )
So, please review and tell me what the baby or babies should be and all that.
PLEASE!
I need help!
Not like that! No, please review and tell me what the baby or babies should be.
Weirdo!
I know I am.
Sorry, haven't had my morning coffee.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
.x0x. Much l0ve from the very hyper KatrinaLee