Five and a half months later, Ginny and Harry walked into their house, Harry laden with shopping bags, as Ginny couldn't really lift anything heavy in her condition. As soon as they got to their kitchen, Ginny collapsed onto a chair and Harry poured her a glass of cold water.

"Harry, I hate being fat!"

"You're not fat!" he replied, handing her her water. "You're pregnant!"

"Whatever!" she said, impatiently. "I still look like a beached whale!"

"But it's a bit obvious that you're pregnant, so it's not like people think you're fat!"

"I just hate not being able to fit into my favourite clothes and having to wear maternity robes!"

"Madam Malkin didn't do too badly though."

"I know. But they're still not my clothes."

"It's OK, Ginny. This will all be over soon. And then we'll have a baby!"

"Which had better be a baby girl or I will decapitate Lavender!" Harry laughed.

"OK, so what do you want to do today, Gin?"

"I dunno. Why don't we have an absolutely fascinating day of playing Scrabble like we did yesterday?"

"OK then. We won't do Scrabble today. What about Cluedo?" Ginny groaned.

"Backgammon?"

"Back-what?"

"Snakes and Ladders?" She put her head down on the table in frustration.

"No more board games!" she said, in a muffled voice. "I'm so sorry, Harry! I really appreciate that you've taken off from work. But I will shoot myself if I have to play another game of Snap or Mouse Trap!"

"OK then. Sorry."

"It's OK. Wow, I still can't believe it about Hermione."

"I know!" Harry replied, recalling back to that day in the Chinese restaurant five months ago.

FLASHBACK

Ginny and Harry Apparated right outside the restaurant in Notting Hill. They went inside and when the waiter showed them to their table, they saw that Ron and Hermione had not arrived yet.

"Oh my God," Ginny said, taking a look at the dishes on the menu. "I hope I don't get sick."

"I thought you liked Chinese food," said Harry, confused.

"I do, usually. But this pregnancy doesn't like any foods I like. I was half way into a meringue the other day and I got sick. That is just bizarre! Who doesn't let a person eat meringues?"

"Will you be OK tonight?"

"I hope so. Where are Ron and Hermione? I thought we were late."

"Good evening." Ginny peered around and saw the waiter.

"Good evening," she replied. "We're expecting two other people. They should be here soon."

"Should we just order a drink for them?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. Good idea," Ginny agreed. She ordered a Firewhisky for Ron and Hermione's favourite wine.

"I'll have a Bulmer's please," Harry said.

"And for you, madam?" the waiter asked. "Some wine, perhaps?"

"Oh no, thank you. I'm pregnant."

"Oh OK. So, alcopops?" Ginny gave the waiter a strange look. She decided she wouldn't even explain.

"No thank you. I'll just have a mango and pineapple smoothie please."

"No problem." She and Harry exchanged strange looks.

"Do you think he was joking?" Harry asked.

"Scarily, no," Ginny replied. They laughed about it for a couple of minutes.

"I still think it's really weird to see Muggle drinks and dishes on the menus in restaurants and pubs and bars and stuff."

"Yeah, I did that," Harry said, proudly. Harry had influenced the entire Ministry that even though the wizarding world was an entirely different world, they should still try and be a little in touch with the Muggle world. And it was really a good idea, as Mafalda Hopkirk had made it widely known at the Ministry that Bordeaux Wine was the nicest wine she had ever had in her life.

Just then, Hermione and Ron entered the restaurant. The waiter showed them to their table, but Hermione went straight to the bathroom before sitting down.

"Is she OK?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yeah, she's fine," Ron answered, unconvincingly.

"Of course she's not," Ginny insisted, looking worried. "She's green."

"She just feels a bit ill," Ron replied, trying to hide behind his menu. "She'll be alright."

"Then, are you sure she's well enough to come out?" Harry asked, concerned.

"I asked her before we left," Ron explained. "But she insisted on coming and that she was fine."

"Hmmm," Ginny muttered, suspiciously. When Hermione came back, she looked like she had gained a little of her colour back, but Ginny suspected that it was the work of an extra coat of foundation and blusher.

"Hi," said Hermione weakly, as she sat down. "Sorry about that. I had to use the bathroom."

"Are you OK, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Because you didn't look fine when you came in," Ginny replied.

"Well, I assure you, I'm fine. What's that?" Hermione suddenly pointed to the glass of wine in front of her.

"Oh, sorry," Harry apologized. "You two hadn't arrived for a while and the waiter came so we just ordered your drinks for you." Ron shrugged and gulped down his Firewhiskey, but Hermione stared at her glass of wine warily as if it might be poisoned.

"I don't really feel like wine," Hermione said, her voice wavering for some reason.

"Come on, Hermione!" Harry urged. "Drink it, it might make you feel better."

"I don't need to feel better. Ron, you can have my wine."

"Actually," Ron said. "I don't really like red-" Hermione glared at him threateningly. "I mean, yeah sure." Ron added, taking the glass and gulping it down.

"Why not, Hermione?" Harry asked. "You always drink that wine when we go out for dinner."

"I know, but I just don't feel like it tonight." She called the waiter over. "May I please have camomile tea?"

Harry and Ginny exchanged looks. Camomile tea? Since when did Hermione drink camomile tea?

"Errr Hermione," Ginny started. "Why..-"

"It's relaxing," Hermione said, matter-of-factly.

"O...K..." Ginny said, slowly in a "suit yourself" tone of voice.

Within ten minutes, the four had ordered and their food came. It seemed that Ginny had made the right choice because her food didn't make her feel nauseous.

"Is it OK, Ginny?" Harry asked.

"It's fine," Ginny replied, starting on her dumplings. She looked to her right out of the corner of her eye and saw Hermione staring at her sweet and sour chicken.

"Are you sure you're alright, Hermione?" Ginny asked. It looked like Hermione was about to say "I'm fine" again, but she never managed to get the words out. She suddenly turned very pale and clapped her hands over her mouth. Then she sprang out of her seat and rushed to the bathroom.

Harry and Ginny both stared after her, then turned to face Ron, who immediately turned red. Always a sign that he was angry, embarassed or lying.

"Ron," Ginny asked in a very don't-lie-to-me-or-i'll-break-you tone of voice. "What is wrong with Hermione? And don't say nothing, because I know that there's something wrong."

"OK fine! There is something! But I'm not going to tell you."

"What?" Harry asked. "Why?"

"Because Hermione would kill me! We agreed not to say anything!"

"About what?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not saying anymore," Ron insisted, as Hermione came out of the bathroom and sat back down.

"What?" she asked, as Ginny and Harry were staring at her.

"Hermione, what's going on?" Ginny asked.

"Nothing!" she insisted. "I thought I was going to get sick, but I didn't! So it's OK!" Ginny peered at her suspiciously. Lying had never been Hermione's forte. Then, a thought suddenly entered Ginny's mind.

"Wait a minute," she said, softly. "You've been sick, not drinking" she took a look at Hermione's clothes. "Loose robes, and oh! You were so defensive when Lavender said you should've told the receptionist that you were pregnant! A little too defensive, perhaps?"

Hermione gave Ron an uncertain look. She looked she was giving up.

"Fine!" she exlaimed. "Fine. I'll tell you." She took a deep breath and Ron held her hand. "I'm pregnant."

"I knew it!" Ginny said. "I knew it!"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Harry said, confused.

"Because," Hermione said. "Ginny's the pregnant one. We didn't want to steal your limelight."

"But Hermione," said Ginny, perplexed. "How did you expect to hide your pregnancy from everyone? We would have noticed eventually. "

"I know," Hermione agreed. "But we were hoping that by the time I started to show you'd already have had the baby."

"Hermione," Ginny said, slowly. "Don't be ridiculous."

"See?" Ron said. "That's what I said! See Hermione? I told you that's not how they'd feel!"

"I was just really worried because I didn't want you to be angry!"

"Hermione," Harry said, softly. "It's OK. We're not angry. It's OK! I can't believe you're pregnant! Congratulations, both of you!"

"Yeah!" Ginny agreed. "That's so great! Now there's two of us! Oh my god! We can go baby shopping together! Oh my god, and when our babies are born we can be one of those cool mothers where we go shopping with our children together!"

"Calm, Ginny," Harry said, softly.

"Sorry," Ginny replied, composing herself. "Oh my God! Hermione, we're pregnant!"

"I know! I'm actually really excited! Oh my God! It feels so good to get it out!"

"So, how did you break it to Ron?" Harry asked, smiling.

"I found out when I went to visit Luna and Dean in St Mungo's," Ron said. "I saw Hermione in the maternity section and she was shocked to see me because she didn't know that Luna was in labour. Apparantly, she was here for her own purposes."

"I had just been to see a Healer," Hermione finished. "I had just found out I was pregnant. And, of course, I thought Ron had caught me out so I thought I'd tell him the truth. And Ron was shocked to find out that I was pregnant when he expected me to say I was here to see Luna! He was really happy about it though, and then we agreed not to tell anyone."

"Oh my God," Ginny whispered to herself. "Ron's going to be a father! That is just too bizarre!"

"Thanks, sis," Ron said.

"No, I'm happy for you really! Congratulations."

"Thanks."

And with that, the foursome laughed and chatted about the past and what many things were yet to come.