Title: Under the Influence
Pairings: Weasley/Hermione
Summary: "What are you, five?"
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Warning: AU and you won't know which one till you read it :D

Author's Note: For for papayacrazy and SasukeBlade on ff. net :D


They were having a staring contest right about now. Even with all of the noises of children everywhere, they were still staring with such intensity that it could be cut with a knife. Now normally, this wouldn't happen but what can you do when some little punk of kid just kicked you in the shin because they thought you looked like a monster? Honestly! It's not like he has never seen someone this big before.

They had managed to hold the stare for another minute before his mother tapped him on the shoulder and breaking his concentration. Watching as the little boy stamped his feet in frustration, he made a face while the adult gave him a triumphant smirk but frowning and making an ugly face in retaliation to the boy's gesture of 'kiss my arse'.

"I can't believe that you would sink so low."

Turning around, "What are you talking about? Did you not see what that boy was suggesting?"

"Yes love I saw it but what are you, five?"

"Hmph! It's not my fault that he thought it'd be funny to make fun of the state I'm in!"

"Yes but he's what, four? Six years old at the most?"

"That's besides the point."

"So when our son is born and cries at the sight of you, you're going to stick your tongue out at him?"

"You do realize that you're talking yourself into sleeping on the couch right? And it's going to be a girl, I can feel it."

"Hermione, studies and experience shows that Ginny is the first female Weasley to be born into our family in a long, long time. Now, what makes you think this will be a girl?"

Narrowing her eyes, "Are you saying you don't like girls?"

"Well not really," he shrugged casually.

Seeing her lips pursing, "Just you," he said kissing her nose.

"You know how close you were to spending the night at Harry's?"

"This much," he said demonstrating with his thumb and index finger and the non-existent space.

"Exactly."

Leaning back against him, Hermione felt him wrap his arms around her growing belly.

"George?"

"Hm?"

"You're still sleeping on the couch."