Disclaimer: Still not mine

A/N: Ok, this will be my last update for a month and a half. I'm trying to give up fanfiction for Lent! Don't know how long ill last but… OK this chapter won't be as funny but our favorite twins are in it!

Hermione groggily walked out of her bedroom. She yawned and went to make herself a nice breakfast. Hermione walked into the kitchen and dropped the book she had been reading. "Murder!" she though as she looked into the room that was filled with household appliances, books, an occasional shoe, and some lamps. "No wonder Ron wasn't in bed this morning. Oh no! I left my wand upstairs and by the time I get to it the murderer will probably get me!" She looked around for a weapon, and seeing she had used them (though she didn't know why). So she did the only thing she thought she could do. She lie and the ground and begged not to be killed. "No, I'm to young to die. I didn't imagine being like this. There would be flowers and music and lots of mini-wieners! Don't take me, I'm with child!" from that point Hermione began mumbling incoherently. She heard footsteps. "Stay away from me you fiend." She didn't see her murderer. But she did see a glass vial coming towards her mouth. She felt the warm potion run down her body. She thought she saw something red as she slipped out of consciousness.

"Hermione are you ok?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "I think you where in shock."

"Wha-" Hermione said. She woke up and found she was on her couch. Mrs. Weasley was sitting in a chair next to her. "Where's Ron?" she tried to sit up.

"Hermione try to remember what happened yesterday." Mrs. Weasley said soothingly.

"I… Ron…. Gone." She managed to say. She thought about the fight. Then she got angry. "He cheated on me!"

"Not sweetheart. I think there was a misunderstanding. Ron didn't cheat on you." Mrs. Weasley's calm voice said.

"But the pillows and Connie and all the extra hours." Hermione ranted.

"Hermione. Let me show you something." Mrs. Weasley said pulling out a small cube from her pocket. The cube popped up and instantly a 3-D model of a baby's nursery came up. It had two cribs, two rocking horses, a changing table, many many toys, a doll house, a ride on tractor, a playhouse big enough for a girl to sleep in, a rocking chair, a play workstation, two miniature brooms, a few magical toys, some picture frames with all of Ron's family and Hermione's, and the walls were superbly decorated with ribbons and silk and lace and clowns and balloons.

"But where?" Hermione stuttered knowing that nursery could not fit in her and Ron's small flat. Mrs. Weasley touched her wand to the nursery and a whole house sprung out from around the nursery. There was a big master bedroom, three bedrooms for kids (not counting the nursery), a playroom, a living room, a parlor, a library (Hermione's favorite room, besides the nursery), a guesthouse, and a huge kitchen, all decorated as superbly as the nursery.

Hermione noticed there were tears running down her cheek. "But, money, we, he didn't even ask, I could have given." Suddenly Hermione's brain's logic wheel started turning and she realized how he was paying for it. "Connie was the designer and the extra hours and he was going to sell his broom but I-I-I" Hermione small tears turned into sobs. Mrs. Weasley got up and wrapped her arms around her. "Will he," gulp, "will he take me back?"

"Well Ron is stubborn but he loves you. You know that right?" Hermione nodded. "Maybe he needs to be reminded that you love him back."

"Morning Mione." Fred or was it George said.

"As brother of the father to be, we brought food." The other one said.

"Oh, thanks." Hermione said. She was licking a spoon. She had no food because she had eaten it all the day before. She watched as they unloaded the groceries. "You bought." Wince, " vanilla ice cream."

"Yeah, don't you like it?" Fred asked.

"Um, no I hate it! Why did you buy it for me!" Hermione yelled. She looked taken back at her outburst. "Sorry." She mummered.

"Alright. Well guess what little Ronniekins told us last night?" Fred asked.

"What?" Hermione asked although she did not want the answer.

"He said you kicked him out!" George laughed. "Haha, we knew it would be our little baby brother."

"Would get kicked out first! What'd he do,"

"He wouldn't tell us!"

"Never mind." Hermione sighed.

She heard the door open. She looked in and watched Ron walk in and pretended it was an average day and Ron was walking in from work. But it wasn't an average day. Ron walked in and looked at her and said something about getting his stuff. He walked up and started for their bedroom. Hermione ran after him, well she ran as fast as a pregnant woman could run. She caught him the doorway. "Wait." She said. Grasping his arm, she looked him straight in the face.

"What is it. I don-" He was cut off as Hermione placed her lips on his. Suddenly, all insults and thrown appliances were forgotten. All Ron knew was that he loved her.

"I'm" Hermione started. But Ron placed a finger on her lip.

"Don't. Just kiss me." Ron said.

Twenty minute later, Ron and Hermione walked down the stairs looking far more happier then when the went up. Ron walked with his arm around her. They walked into the kitchen where Fred was seated, eating the vanilla ice cream. Hermione stared at Fred.

"Is that MY vanilla ice cream." Hermione demanded.

Fred seemed to cower, "Um, yes. But you don't like vanilla-"

"Die!" Hermione screamed picking up the nearest thing next to her. It was a big clock. Fred looked at her and bolted out the door. Hermione followed. Several "ow's", "no's" and "but I thought you hated vanilla's" were heard.

Ron smiled and sat next to a very frightened George. He sighed. "I guess something's never change."

A/N: So… Was it good. Hermione was very OOC in the first part but she was in shock of losing Ron. It kinda made her … cuckoo. Well anyway, There back together! YAY! R&R please!