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This is just some light-ish fluff and a bit cheesy on occasions but I don't think there;s anything wrong with cheese! I know this has been done a lot but I fancied giving it a go!

Please R & R:) Quidditchhair x

Chapter 1

Hermione walked into the bedroom and saw her husband lying on his front on their bed. The latest copy of 'Which Broomstick?' was on the pillow and he was flicking through the pages. His gaze landed on the middle spread and instantly widened.

'There she is,' he muttered.

Hermione suppressed a giggle; she leant against the bed without Ron noticing, and saw what he was gazing at. It was a double page spread reviewing the next model in the Firebolt range, the Firebolt VII, which was due out in a few months time.

'So when is our presence going to be graced with the new piece of flying wood?' she asked him as she climbed into bed and under the covers next to him.

He turned his head towards her slowly and scowled at her. She beamed at him and he couldn't help but let a smile creep onto his face.

'For your information Hermione, the Firebolt VII will be purchased from Quality Quidditch Supplies on the first of September of this year which is exactly…eight months, two weeks and one day from now.'

'It's quite concerning that you know exactly how many days and weeks there is until a broomstick is going on sale. Although it seems like September is going to be a busy month.'

'Why's that?' Ron asked returning to his magazine.

'Oh…nothing.'

'Do you know how many thing's they've added to this model? It's the fastest ever and it's got so many charms on it for better turning, better steering and it's the best broom for reversing, which of course can be very helpful when you're a keeper.'

'You mean when you've moved too far away from the hoops and have to back peddle really fast to beat the quaffle to them?'

Ron didn't move but he tried and failed to cover the smile that was forming on his face.

'Yes, that's exactly why!' he looked at Hermione and saw she was laughing; he couldn't help but laugh with her.

She turned from lying on her back and propped herself up on her elbow shuffling nearer to Ron.

'You know in Quality Quidditch Supplies, how small do they make Cannon's supporters robes?'

Ron looked at Hermione and thought about his answer.

'Er…they do them in quite small kids sizes and I think they do ones for toddlers too. Why?'

'Just wondering.'

'Hermione, why are you being weird?'

'I'm not being weird!'

'Yes you are, you're avoiding every question I ask you,' he said, justifying his statement.

'No I'm not, ask me something and I'll answer you.'

'Ok, why did you want to know how small the Quidditch robes went?'

'I was just thinking about when we have kids and how early you're going to have them in the damn things.'

Ron chuckled.

'As soon as they fit in them they'll be wearing them Hermione, as you well know!'

'Yes well, you've told me often enough. I ought to have caught on by now. See, told you I'd answer anything!'

'That was one question Hermione.'

'Well, now I'm going to ask you one. How many children do you see us having?'

'Three, maybe four.'

'FOUR! Tell me you're joking!'

'No I'm not. I know I go on about how annoying my brothers were when I was growing up, but I love having a big family. You're an only child and you've told me in the past that you'd have liked a brother or sister, so I want any baby we have to have that too.'

'Yes but four?'

'Well if we have twins, that's one less time you have to be pregnant!'

'Yes but I'd still have to give birth four times, and besides, twins don't run in my family.'

'Ah well, four pregnancies it is then, unless we have five children.'

'I'm going to pretend you didn't say that Ronald…but there is something that I have been trying to tell you for the most part of today.'

'What is it?' Ron asked, concern crossing his face. 'There's nothing wrong is there?'

Hermione smiled, 'no there's nothing wrong. Give me your hand.'

Ron continued to look puzzled but put his hand in Hermione's.

'So what do you have to say that's taken you this long to tell me?'

'Well, as well as a broom stick arriving in September, there'll be something else too.'

Ron furrowed his brow and continued to look confused.

'What?' he asked.

Hermione giggled and placed Ron's hand on her stomach so his thumb rested in her bellybutton. She raised her eyebrows at him, silently telling him to take the hint.

He looked at his hand and where Hermione had carefully placed it, and then looked at Hermione. He still didn't know what was going on.

'Hermione what-?'

He stopped and his eyes widened, he quickly looked at his hand and then back at Hermione's smiling face.

'Are you-? Are we-?'

Hermione laughed, 'I'm sure there's a sentence in there just dying to get out!'

Ron quickly sat up and Hermione did the same.

'Hermione…are we going to have a baby? Are we going to be parents?' he asked, barely managing to keep the excitement from bursting out of him in a very uncivilised manner.

Hermione felt tears collecting in her eyes, she had never felt so happy.

'Yes Ron, I'm pregnant; we're going to have a baby.'

Ron cheered loudly but Hermione didn't tell him to stop or quieten down. He scooped her up in his arms and stood at the side of the bed spinning Hermione round so she clung on to his neck tightly.

'Ron stop! You'll make me feel sick!' she said half laughing half crying.

Ron stopped spinning and put her down on the ground. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. When she was inches from his face he leant towards her and kissed her and she kissed him back. When they pulled apart Hermione looked into his eyes and her expression turned serious.

'It's still early days Ron, things might happen. Nothing's certain yet.'

'I know, but nothing's going to go wrong Hermione. Everything's going to be perfect, I can just feel it.'

He moved his hand to where Hermione had placed it before.

'I'm going to love this child so much, like I already love it's mum.'

'I can't quite believe I'm going to be a mum! It's a scary thought. Aren't you scared?'

'Actually, now I think about it, yes I am! To think I'm going to be responsible for bringing up a child and teaching it to know right from wrong and how to be a good person is quite terrifying!'

Hermione smiled, 'I feel the same, but I think we'll be okay, don't you?'

'We'll be fine Hermione, just fine.'

'I love you Ron.'

'And I love you Hermione, and I love kiddo here too.'