1Ok, so right now I am really, really bored. So I decided that I would start another chapter, but I may not finish it right now, so I promise nothing. But so far, have fun reading! I hope this chapter will move miles. No joke.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Although the idea for the story is mine, a certain Scottish gal named Jo does own Harry Potter. I have tried time and time again to get her to give me the rights, but obviously no such luck, since I am still posting for you guys here.

Chapter 3 - Just the three of us

Ron woke up early in the morning to the sounds of gagging. At first he thought he was dreaming, but he slowly sat up in bed, and could see the door to his bedroom slightly ajar. Across the hall, he could see the glimmering light of the Burrow bathroom shining into the hall. He was about to go back to sleep again and started to put his arm around his wife, but his arm only felt air. Hermione wasn't next to him.

"Ugggg. I wonder why she's in the bathroom at a time like this. Hermione has a fifty-gallon tank!" He thought to himself.

Ron slowly got out of bed and walked sleepily across to the bathroom. He yawned and knocked quietly on the door. "'Mione? You in there? Are you ok?" He asked uneasily.

He heard the toliet flush and Fleur came out, holding her two year old daughter. "'Ello there Ron! Eet is so nice to see you. No, I haven't seen your deeer 'Ermione. But Blaire 'ere has eeten somethang she doesn't like," Fleur said calmly. "Bill ees upstairs. We got 'ere late last night. Well, I better take 'er back. She seems alright now." Fleur put her hand on her bulging stomach. Ron remembered back to when Bill called about five months ago, to tell the rest of the Weasleys that he was going to be a father once again.

"Good seeing you Fleur. Feel better, Blaire. I'll see you too later," Ron whispered. With that he quietly walked down the stairs, in search of his wife. He found the kitchen light on, and could see Hermione's bushy hair, as her back was to the doorway. However, she was not alone. The likes of Ginny, Molly, and Tonks were sitting around the kitchen table, all holding hot mugs of coco.

"Oh good, there you are 'Mione. I was getting worried, I thought you were in the bathroom retching. It turns out I almost walked in on Fleur with Blaire. Nice surprise though. Didn't know they were coming..." Ron trailed off when Molly turned around, all red-eyed and teary.

"Mum? What's wrong?" Ron asked bewildered.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. I just got something in my eye. A little dust. I haven't gotten around to cleaning lately. But I will have to. Charlie, Fred and George are coming in for the weekend. It should be nice," Molly replied happily, wiping her eyes.

"Oh, ok. Hermione, you sure you're ok? It's not like you to be up at a time like this. Blimey! It's only 4:30!" Ron exclaimed looking at his watch. It was like his mother to be up around four. He looked at Ginny, who was beaming across the table. "Gin, what are you doing up? What is up with all of you? Ginny, I know for a fact that you are a late sleeper. Will someone please TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON?" Ron half screamed confusedly.

Hermione got off of the stool and came to give Ron a hug. "Ron, I have something to tell you..." Hermione smiled.

"Sure, 'Mione. Tell me. Tell me whatever is on your mind..." Ron looked into her chocolate brown eyes not knowing what to say.

Hermione took Ron's hand in hers, took a deep breath and said quietly, "Ron, I'm...I'm pregnant. You are going to be a..." Hermione squealed, as Ron picked her up off the ground and screamed "A DAD! I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!" He wouldn't put her down, but started kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

After the kissing had finally come to a slow, Hermione said in between Ron kissing her all over her face, "Ron...you...can...put...me...down..." Hermione giggled like a school girl.

Ginny ran up to her brother and engulfed him in a back breaking hug. "Good job, Ron. Congrats on knocking up my best friend," She said, smiling. Ron couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

"Ron, my youngest son! Ron, ahhhh I'm so happy for you and Hermione! I will have three grandchildren by next year! I must be the luckiest mother alive! With that she gave him one last squeeze and kissed the top of his head.

Harry decided now was the time to come into the kitchen, being awaken by all of the screaming. "What the bloody hell is going on? It's not even five o'clock yet! Gin, Ron, wuzzgoinon?" He said sleepily.

Hermione decided to step forward and walked up to Harry. "Harry, Ron and I...well, we are ummm...errr, we are having a baby..." Hermione smiled weakily.

"Well that's great news. I'm so sorry that I'm not fully conscious to celebrate with you. But I truly am very happy for you," Harry gave Hermione a peck on the cheek and walked over to Ron. "Congrats, mate. Now we all know why Hermione was acting funny," Harry said cheekily

Ginny walked up to Harry and took his hand. Well, sorry Hermione, but I do owe Harry the rest of the night. I bet he thinks it was rude of me to leave him our first night together as husband and wife. So, we will see you later for breakfast," Ginny said, winking at Hermione.

"Good idea, Gin. I'm really tired," Harry said, then yawned.

"You wanna come back to bed with me, Ron? I have to say, I am a bit tired," Hermione said smiling.

"Yeah, let's go you two," Ron said, disappointed that no one got his little joke.

When everyone woke properly, the Burrow had been transformed to a clean house. Before, dust lined the cabinets and tables, but with some quick magic from Ginny, Fleur, and Molly, the Burrow looked amazing, filled with streamers, balloons, and food.

"Wuzzgoinon?" Ron asked as he came into the kitchen after falling asleep once again, with Hermione hot on his heels.

"Oh, well Fred and George's twenty-first surprise party is today. Hermione didn't tell you? Well I guess it's for the better, I didn't want you spoiling it," Mrs. Weasley said, eyeballing Ron's sour-puss face.

"No, but I'm not going to get mad at her because she is carrying my unborn child," Ron said sheepishly to his mother.

"Good choice, my dear, because you don't know what these hormones will make me do if you upset me," Hermione said sternly. Ron knew she wasn't kidding about this.

Molly had just served a smoking stack of smoke stacks (A/N- haha, trying to be funny. AKA- pancakes..). Ron took this as an opportunity to dig into some good food. Hermione looked disgustedly on, watching her husband stuff his face.

"I will shoot myself if our child eats like you do, Ronald," she said, then started to laugh.

"Efetslkemesbet," Ron replied.

"What the hell did you just say, Ron?" Ginny was aggravated. "You are spilling food all over the newly cleaned counter!"

"I said, if it eats like me, so be it," Ron said for the second time, then looked at his wife, smiling.

"You disgust me, Ronald. Seriously. You do. I still don't know why I married you, let alone carry your child," Hermione stated, then walked out of the room.

He could hear Harry snickering behind him and Ginny tutting. "Shut up, will yeh? I've got an over-dramatic hormonal wife on my hands, and now I've got you two making fun of me. I just don't understand, she was laughing a couple of minutes ago, and then when I said that, I smiled, to show her I was kidding, and now she is acting all moody," Ron snapped, then scoffed off.

"I wonder what he's got up his arse," Ginny wondered aloud.

"Umm, well his wife just yelled at him and questioned if their relationship is consensual, and now we are not supporting him," Harry stated guiltily.

"When did you become such the love doctor?" Ginny looked over at her husband with a questioned expression on her face.

"I'm just calling the shots as I see them, Gin. Is there anything wrong with that?" Harry said sincerely.

"Nothing wrong at all. It's just weird. We seemed to have switched places. Seriously," She said half-heartedly.

"What do you say to go on a walk with me, Gin? I think the fresh hair would do us all good," Harry said.

"Let's go," Ginny said, grabbed Harry's hand, and pulled him out the door.

So? It's a Sunday night, and I'm terribly bored. So I did just write another chapter. How noble of me. You know what to do. Just please, PLEASE update. I beg of you. You are my savior, yada, yada, yada...

Peace out,

PC