Author's Note: I would just like to give meldz a big shout out! Thanks for asking all the questions! I'll try my best to answer without giving away plot. Charlie is still technically employed in Romania, but will be job-hunting soon; he'll need to find something in England. He pretty much doesn't live in Romania anymore. Yes, the fruit sizes are the baby. Lime's and lemons are pretty much the same size. Limes are a bit smaller though. And I definitely can see Charlie and Hermione competing for Molly's record.
To end my ramblings, here's what you all came for.
Monday. 13 ½ weeks. Lemon.
It had been a week since we bought the new house. We don't actually get the keys for another two weeks. The house will come fully furnished and have all the appliances and utilities. We bid full price and got the call last Tuesday. Charlie and I are officially homeowners. Molly was so excited when she heard the news. She went a little over board with dinner and dessert, but we weren't complaining.
Right now, Charlie and me have a doctor's appointment. We are going to find out the sex of the baby. The muggle world is a couple weeks later. The earliest you can find out the sex is sixteen weeks. The Wizarding world has you take a potion and the OB can get a clearer picture. I'm so happy I'm a witch.
I slipped on some athletic shorts to match my grey and black exercise top. I walked over to my shoe rack and picked out my running shoes. I walked back to my bed and sat down. I put on my socks and slowly put my shoes on. I bent forward as much as I could to tie my shoes. I tied them and pushed off the bed.
I walked out the door and descended down the stairs. I already ate breakfast. I just needed to grab Charlie so we can head out. I made it to the bottom of the stairs and walked into the kitchen. I stood in the doorway and cleared my throat. Charlie looked up and grabbed his plate.
"You excited Mione?" Ginny asked.
I smiled at the young woman and nodded. "I'm super excited. I can't wait to prove you all wrong."
Bill looked up and snorted. "You're having a boy. Just be glad you aren't having twins. Imagine raising children that were as active as Fred and George."
I made a face to what would be akin to horror. Bill gave a loud guffaw and went back to his breakfast.
"I hope that the baby is a girl. We need more girls around here." Ginny mumbled.
I agreed with her and got moved toward the fireplace as Charlie put away his plate. I grabbed some powder and stepped into the fireplace. I turned around just as Charlie came into view. I threw it down and was whisked away by magic. I swirled around and landed in the hospitals fireplace. I stepped out and brushed my robs off.
I waited patiently for Charlie to emerge from the green flames. He appeared within seconds and lightly brushed himself off. We made our way to the check in counter. We signed our names and category. We walked over to the seating area to wait. We chatted idly for a good fifteen minutes before our names were called.
Charlie stood up and offered me his hand. I smiled in gratitude as he hoisted me up with ease. We followed the nurse to the exam room set up for us. I walked in and went straight for the table. I hopped up and we waited again for Healer Rudnikov to come. We only had to wait a few minutes before she came in carrying a small vial filled with light pink potion. She set it down next to her and turned to us.
"Good afternoon. How are you doing this fine day?" She asked in her mild Russian accent.
"Good." We both responded. She nodded and walked over to the rubber gloves. She slipped them on and turned back to us.
"We'll do a simple check up on the baby. Just to make sure everything is going good. Do you want to know the sex?"
We both nodded enthusiastically. She gave a slight chuckle and instructed me to lie down and lift my shirt up. She pointed her wand at my noticeable swell and muttered a charm. A projection of our baby appeared above my abdomen. The baby was easily distinguishable now. The head, arms, abdomen, and feet could clearly be made out. She shifted it around to get better angles. She reached behind her and grabbed the potion. She handed it to me and turned her focus to me as well.
"Just drink this and we should be able to tell the sex."
I popped the cork out and gulped it down in one go. It was slightly bitter with a clinical aftertaste. It had slight scent of lilac. We waited a few seconds before the projection became even clearer. She moved her wand around and zoomed in to the pelvic region. She smiled and grabbed her clipboard. She wrote something down turned to us. She clicked her pen and put it into her healer coat.
"Congratulations. You have a very healthy baby boy." She said while standing up.
The projection faded and I looked up to Charlie. He had this loving look in his eyes. He turned his gaze down to me and it intensified a little. We were having a boy. A boy that would most likely have ginger hair and blue eyes. A boy that would love books and dragons. A boy that would have two parents that would love him more than anything. A boy that would have six uncles and an aunt. A boy who would be loved.
"We're having a boy Charlie." I whispered.
"I know." He said while leaning down.
He gave me a slow kiss and intertwined our fingers. I'm sure we looked like a normal husband and wife that were celebrating their child. We looked like a happily ever after family with a baby on the way. We looked like a typical family, but we also felt like a typical one as well. I felt like a normal family with him. I couldn't wait to expand our family.
I hopped off the table and intertwined our fingers again. We walked out of the room and back to the sign in station. We signed ourselves out and grabbed the picture of the projection. We walked hand-in-hand back to the floo. We broke apart and went to the Burrow separately. I went first and landed at the Burrow with a thud. I stepped out and walked to the kitchen.
When I walked in, I found the whole Weasley clan there. I assumed they all came to hear the sex of the baby. They looked up when Harry cleared his throat and nodded in my direction. I smiled and sat down next to George. Charlie came in a second later and stood behind me. Molly looked at us expectantly.
"Well?" She said after a moment.
Charlie placed his hand on my shoulder and smiled. "You'll be welcoming your first grandson into the world in about twenty-six weeks."
Everyone whooped and high fived each other in celebration. Molly got up and rounded the table to give each of us a hug. She was crying a bit and red in the face from happiness. Ginny came up next and placed a consoling hand on my free shoulder.
"If it makes you feel any better, I really thought it would be a girl."
I laughed and bent up to give her a hug. Deep down, I had some inkling of an idea that the baby would be a boy. I convinced myself that I would have a girl. I wanted to be able to play with her hair and have another Weasley girl. In the end, I couldn't ask for anything more than a healthy baby.
"Got any names in mind?" One of the twins asked.
I looked up at Charlie and he shrugged his shoulders. I looked back at the rest of the table. "I don't have a first name in mind, but I really want the middle name to be after an important Roman. Like Julius, or Augustus, or something like that." I said while they all gave me a funny look. "What? Parents name their kids after constellations and stars. It's not that weird."
They all reassured me that it was a good idea. We spent the next hour or so coming up with baby names. Some ranged from more common and modern names to traditional god-awful names. There were some good names through the mix though. Some I would even consider. Then there were the one's that made our bellies hurt from laughing so hard. These usually came from the twins. In the end, we agreed it was a tad too early to really consider baby names.
I got up and told them I was going to go take a nap. I asked Charlie to wake me up at three so I could go maternity shopping with Gin. I walked out of the room and lumbered up the stairs. I walked into Charlie's room and collapsed onto the bed. I got under the covers and wrapped them around me. I was asleep in minutes.
My dreams were filled with a tiny little red head running around in the grass. Dream me stooped down and caught the young toddler. He looked about one and a half. He had the lightest shade of blue I eyes I had ever seen. They were an ice blue with specks of green hazel dotting the irises. He had curly ginger hair and loads of freckles.
Dream version of me had my hair in loose waves and some strands pinned back. I was wearing a flowing sundress that went to my knees. We were both barefoot and playing the grass. However, I sat down in the grass tickling the little boy while he laughed up a storm. He got away from me and ran around on his unsure toddler legs. I tried to get up but couldn't due to the large swell of my belly. I was easily six months pregnant.
Dream me called something out to the open French doors that led to our new sitting room in the house we just bought. A minute later, a dream version of Charlie came out. He was wearing a black t-shirt and khaki shorts. His hair was a bit longer on the sides, but still in a professional cut. He walked over to me and laughed at my current predicament before bending down to help me up.
Dream Charlie bent down and caught the little boy who was running around on wobbly legs. I got a closer look at Charlie and realized how young he looked when he was smiling and laughing. My eyes skimmed down from his neck and saw a light pink/white scar curving from his collarbone down to his right breast and disappearing beneath the fabric. I was about to ask what happened when things got blurry and the sweet images vanished.
I came to my senses and opened my eyes slowly. My eyes focused and I looked up to see Charlie looking down on me with amusement. He had been shaking me awake unsuccessfully for a bit I could assume. My eyes darted to his collarbone but found no scar. That was confusing.
My puzzlement evaporated when he bent down and gave me soft kiss. What a way to wake up. I stretched lazily and sat up. Shopping with Ginny. Right. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I patted him sleepily as I walked past.
I walked into the bathroom and relieved myself. I stood up and flushed before going to the sink. I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. Yikes. My hair was mussed up from the sleep and my mascara was smudged below my eyes. I grabbed my wand and fixed my hair before completely removing my make-up.
I reapplied my make-up quickly. I added some black eyeliner and mascara. I decided it would have to do and left the bathroom. I trudged down the stairs and into the sitting room. I found Ginny talking with Bill on the couch. I announced my appearance and we walked to the fireplace. I grabbed some floo powder and stepped in. I called out the 'Leaky Cauldron' and whirled away.
I landed in the pub and stepped aside for Ginny. She came a second later and stumbled out. She brushed her robes off in a huff and started walking. We walked into Diagon Alley and into the large crowds. We pushed our way through the mass amounts of bodies. We stepped off to the side to walk better after a while of getting knocked about.
We went to Madam Malkin's Robes first. She has some maternity clothes. We walked into the store and saw a fair amount of people in there. Hogwarts starts back up in a week or so. Parents are out doing some last minute shopping for the school year.
We headed toward the maternity section and began to rifle through the clothes. We don't really find anything and the selection is small. I'm looking at the edge of the maternity section, right before it cuts off into the men's section. I pulled the clothes apart inspecting them all efficiently when I heard the last person I wanted to deal with.
"Granger? Is that you?" I heard from my right. I looked up and saw none other than Draco-bloody-Malfoy.
"Yes it is. Good to see you Malfoy." I said civilly but with a slight sharpness. Ginny made her way over to my side. She looked ready to fight if she had to.
He looked down to my stomach and back up with surprise. "I see congratulations are in order." He said with a politeness I wasn't accustomed to hearing from him.
After the war, the Malfoy's had taken a big hit socially. They were legally cleared, well, Malfoy and his mom were cleared but Lucius was sent to Azkaban for crimes committed against muggles and muggle-born witches. Narcissa Malfoy was trying her hardest to get back into the good graces of the wizarding world. They really seemed to be trying. I could give them credit for that, but you never forget being tortured in a house while they stood by and did nothing to help.
"Uh, thanks Malfoy." I said.
He nodded and looked to Ginny. He was never as bad to her as he was to Ron. He was still cruel and taunting, but he actually seemed to hold back when it came to Ginny.
"You look well Weasley." He said carefully.
Her brows shot up and her stance weakened a bit. She looked completely flabbergasted at his civility towards her.
"I am. Um, thanks Malfoy. You look, uh, good yourself?" She said the end like a question.
He gave a small, sad smile. It wasn't a smirk or a scowl, but a real smile, a sad one, but still a smile. "Thank you Weasley." He looked down and checked his watch. "Well, I must be going. Have a good rest of your day. Granger?"
I looked at him and hummed in response. "Give Weasley my best."
I blushed and mumbled under my breath about 'wrong Weasley.' He looked at me confused and then turned to Ginny.
"Tell Potter I wish him the best of luck on his Auror test tomorrow. I heard it's rather difficult." He said.
Ginny blushed and looked away. "We aren't together anymore actually." She said quietly.
Malfoy's faced morphed into slight shock. He composed himself quickly and shuffled awkwardly. "Uh, I'm sorry to here that." He said and gave a nod before turning and heading out of the store.
"That was weird." Ginny said.
I nodded my head in response. His entire family was a social out cast. No one wanted anything to do with the Malfoy's anymore. The only people who stuck by the Malfoy's were the Greengrass's and Blaise Zabini. The paper's would constantly jump at the opportunity to publish completely false articles about Malfoy and his mother. He was looking for redemption. He was looking for a friend. I felt pity for him and his mom. Not for their actions, but for everything that's happened to them after the war. It was downright sad. I turned away from the door and continued looking for clothes with Ginny. My mind never really stopped thinking about how lonely Malfoy looked though.
Author's note2: I know, it's a rather short chapter. I have also had a bit of writters block on both my stories. Sorry if this one seemed like a filler chapter. So you found out the sex of the baby! I know half of you wanted a girl and the other half wanted a boy. I really hope some of you aren't too disappointed though. There's always more time to have babies.
Author's note 3: Now that the gender is out of the way, you can send me names you want the baby to be. So don't forget to review!