Ron walked into the bedroom cheerily, only noticing that Hermione was already snoring away.
"Hermione? Hermione, wake up," He gently shook her, as Peter craned in to see the beautiful figure of his mother from under Ron's lanky arm.
"Hmm?" She looked around blankly, her eyes still half closed. She rubbed them gently and stared up.
"What did Harry say?" She asked, her voice cracking tremendously.
"He told me he'd love to go on a trip." Ron replied.
"Sometimes, I just can't believe it," Ron finally broke the silence; Hermione was fidgeting in bed carelessly, barely listening to her husband's emotional tone of voice. She pulled the pillow out from under her head and placed it in her lap.
"What's so unbelievable that Harry wants to go on the trip as well?" She asked, finally liking this new position.
"No, not that! You know, that Harry and Ginny have gotten married. And me and you—you pregnant—with—with my child, voldemort dead. Could any of us have even dreamed of this day in our first year at Hogwarts?" Ron asked.
"Yes, it's quite spooky," Hermione shivered.
Ron pushed the pillow away out of Hermione's lap, leaped besides her in the king sized bed and signaled Peter to come in his lap.
"Peter, we're going camping," He whispered in his ear.
"We ARE?" Peter lightly hopped, just enough to shake the bed.
"Yes, why don't you go pack?" Ron asked. Peter jumped off the bed, hurried out the door, shutting it hard since he was so excited. Ron turned to Hermione with a satisfied grin, now that it was only her, and him. She stared at him childishly.
"Hermione, I love you so much, you have no idea," He whispered huskily, pulling himself closer and lightly placing his hand over her abdomen.
"Oh? That's something new," She grinned sarcastically.
"I wish I realized it before, we could have enjoyed our years in Hogwarts," He regretted.
"Ron, because of Hogwarts, we are here together, don't ever blame anything on Hogwarts." Hermione cupped her hands over her husband's chin and kissed him deeply, his hand wandering around her waist…
A few hours later, a cheerful couple arrived in a black jeep in front of the Weasley Residence. A young man with messy jet black hair and mint green eyes climbed out the driver's seat. His eyes shielded by thin, round glasses. From the passenger seat, a tall beautiful figured woman hopped out, her flaming red, waist length hair bouncing as she hurried over to her husband to take his hand.
Yes, yet another happy couple in the wizarding world, but this couple were made of Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter.
"Mommy! Mommy! It's Uncle Harry and Auntie Ginny!" Rupert hurried over to the door, as Hermione neared to the foyer, supporting her hips with her hands.
Rupert, without asking permission to open the door, quickly turned the door knob.
"Harry!" Hermione smiled, as fast as her state could carry her, she hurried forward and wrapped her arms around her best friend, barely reaching his face since her stomach came in the way, embarrassed, she turned away quickly, as Ron hurried forward to hug Harry.
Hermione hugged Ginny sideways, after the experience she had with Harry.
"Wow Hermione, you're getting round!" Ginny giggled, tickling Hermione's tummy.
"We'll see who's not round when they're pregnant," Hermione nuzzled Ginny playfully.
"Yes, well, we're trying," She sighed.
Ron couldn't imagine Ginny and Harry trying out for a baby, especially knowing that Harry was his best mate, and Ginny was his only sister.
"Well, I was thinking that we should leave at night, so we can spend the day up," Ron wobbled out of his thoughts.
"I think that will be a bad idea. You can't see much at night in the wilderness. It's going to be dangerous driving at that time, and there aren't any street lights," Hermione answered.
"Oh, don't worry! It'll be fun," Ginny protested.
"I guess so—there isn't much to that's dangerous," Harry thought out loud.
"Then it's set," Ron grinned approvingly.
"I don't know, I have a bad feeling about this…" Hermione sighed, but no one paid much attention to her feelings whatsoever. Not knowing how much trouble that will cause them, and even the loss of one of them…