Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed in the twins' flat. The twins had gone holiday so they let Ron and Harry stay there until they returned. The sunlight filtered in through the fluttering curtain. Harry stared at the trinket in his hand. How long would he have to wait to tell her? After Ron proposed to Hermione, he hadn't found an opportune time to tell Ginny. He sighed, "Everyday I wait to do this, it gets harder and harder."

There was a knock at the door, Harry jumped in surprise. He quickly shoved the item he was holding into his robes as the door opened. Harry relaxed as Ron's figure filled the door frame.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, Ron?"

"Harry, I…I wanted to…to apologize, you know, about the other night and all. I—I—I feel so bad about spoiling everything. I—"

"Ron, it's okay, really."

Ron looked into Harry's eyes; he could tell that Harry really meant it. Ron smiled with relief. "Yeah, okay mate. You up for a game of Wizard Chess?"

"Sounds great."

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"Hey, Ginny?" Hermione's voice rang across the Weasley'skitchen room.

Ginny barely made any mention of the fact that Hermione had addressed her, mainly because she was lost in the world of gossip in the latest issue of Witch Weekly. "Uh huh?"

"What do you think about spring? I mean there are so many lovely blooms and colors."

"Yeah, that sounds nice," Ginny replied with no clue of what she was agreeing to.

Hermione was just as oblivious to Ginny, because once again she was staring at the ring on her finger. It wasn't anything ornate, but it meant the world to her. It was a symbol of the love she and Ron shared. "Good, good. I was thinking of a shade of blue for the bride's maid dresses. Baby blue. Yes, that's it baby blue."

This snapped Ginny away from her magazine. The only problem was Ginny heard only one word of what Hermione said. She made matters worse by blurting out her assumption as Mrs. Weasley walked into the room. "You're having a baby!"

Hermione turned so fast, to look at Ginny, that all you could see was a streak of bushy hair. "I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT!" Hermione exclaimed, only it wasn't heard by anyone because Mrs. Weasley, at the mention of "baby", dropped the basket of folded laundry she was carrying and shrieked. She would have hit the floor—as she started to faint—it not for the fact that Mr. Weasley heard his wife scream. He ran to the kitchen just in time to catch his wife in mid swoon.

Molly. Molly, dear, wake up.

It sounded as if it were from a dream, and that voice, she knew that voice.

Molly.

It was louder now.

"Molly."

This time she heard it, and knew who was behind that voice. She opened her eyes, the fuzzy bits of kitchen slowly coming into focus.

"Molly, dear, are you alright?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Mrs. Weasley turned to face her husband; his face was as pale as the first snow. She smiled, "Yes, Arthur, I'm fine."

Mr. Weasley smiled as the color flooded back into his face. "Excellent! But what happened?"

At that, Mrs. Weasley's face contorted into a furious grimace. She became aware of Ginny and Hermione standing in front of her. She focused all her attention on Hermione. Through gritted teeth she spat, "She's having a baby."

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"Oy! That's not fair!" Ron exclaimed incredulously.

Harry chuckled. "What do you meant, 'that's not fair'? You left your king unprotected. It's perfectly fair. You know what they say. 'All's fair in love and war'…and chess." Harry laughed again.

Ron, on the other hand, was muttering under his breath. Although, Harry did pick up on one phrase, "…dirty, rotten, cheat…"

Harry, shaking his head in amusement at Ron asked, "Isn't it about time for dinner?"

Ron looked up at him, still scowling, "Nah, we still got an hour or so."

"You want to head over there and see if we can't give your mum a hand?"

Ron shrugged, "Alright. But this doesn't change the fact that you cheated."

With that the two of them walked down the stairs to the shop. They said "Goodbye" to the assistant manager, Leloni, and walked outside. Once out in the sun, they both disapperated. A mere moment later they apperated into the back yard of the Weasley house. "It sure was nice of Fred and George to let us stay in their flat while they're on holiday, I mean it's much better than Grimauld Place," Ron commented as they walked along the garden path.

"Yeah," replied Harry. "I am really glad to be away from there, I mean—"

But what Harry was going to say, Ron would never know, for at that moment, Harry and Ron walked into the kitchen just in time to see Mrs. Weasley glaring and pointing at Hermione, and they heard something they'll never forget: Mrs. Weasley saying, "She's having a baby."

Before Hermione could correct the situation, Ron went over to her and started screaming. "WHO'S THE FATHER? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!"

"Ron," Hermione tried to interject peacefully.

"I MEAN, I JUST ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME A MERE THREE DAYS AGO, AND TURNS OUT YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING ME ALL ALONG!"

"Ron," Hermione tried again, this time more forcefully.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. OFF GALAVANTING WITH WHO KNOWS HOW MANY MEN, AND DOING—"

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Hermione finally shouted.

"What?"

Hermione smiled, "I'm not pregnant."

"Really?"

"Really, I'm not. I love you; I would never do anything like that to you."

"Are you sure?"

Hermione laughed, "Of course I'm sure."

Ron turned his usual shade of red, looked into her eyes, "I'm sorry for shouting."

Mrs. Weasley threw her hands into the air. "Well, that's fine and dandy for you maybe, but how do the rest of us know if you are telling the truth or not?"

"Mum, that's easy, I believe her."

Hermione smiled at the sweet innocence of her fiancé.

Mrs. Weasley, however, glared at her son, "Yeah, like that's a valid reason."

"Molly, dear," Mr. Weasley interjected, quite amused at the entire situation.

Mrs. Weasley swung on her husband, "What?"

"I would just like to point out that there is a simple way to solve this."

"Really. And how do you propose we do that then," Mrs. Weasley replied with thick sarcasm.

"The same way you found out about Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, Ron, and Ginny."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, shut it, opened it again, and shut it again. She finally shrugged, and relented. "Very well. Hermione, come here, please."

Hermione timidly walked closer to her. Mrs. Weasley pulled her wand from her robes. She traced a circle around Hermione's stomach three times with her wand, then she flicked her wrist twice and said, "Infomnīs premere."

A white ring formed in the trail of Mrs. Weasley's wand strokes, and then slowly dissipated. Hermione looked to Ron and then back to Mrs. Weasley. "What—what does that mean?" she asked softly.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, "It means that you're telling the truth, dear."

There seemed to be an audible gasp as the tension in the room disappeared. Hermione took Ginny by the hand and pulled her into the family room. She turned to face Ginny with fire in her eyes. "Ginny, what on earth would make you think that I was pregnant?"

Ginny looked sheepishly at Hermione, "I thought—I mean you said that you were having a baby."

Hermione looked shocked. "I never said that!"

"Yeah you did," Ginny replied hurt. "You even said you were going to call him baby Hue.

"Do you need a scouring spell on your ears? I said I was thinking of using a shade of blue for the bride's maid dresses. Baby blue."

Ginny turned red, very red, and looked at the floor. "Hermione, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention. I didn't mean to—oh, I'm so sorry."

Hermione looked at Ginny—glared is more like it. Then her expression softened. "It's okay." She walked over to Ginny and hugged her. "Everything worked out; the truth came out, so no harm done."

Finny looked up, tears were leaking out of the corner of her eyes, "I really and sorry," she whispered.

Hermione smiled and hugged her again, "I know."