Author's Note: I would just like to give meldz a big shout out! Thanks for all the suggestions and questions! I like the name Ethan. Thanks for the suggestion. I'm a Dramione fan as well. The whole Ginny/Draco pairing probably won't play too huge of a role in this story. Maybe brought up for a couple paragraphs every now and then. I can really see Charlie and Hermione as family and not wanting to wait to expand it. Hmm, you'll have to see about the scar and what's to come. Thanks again for the wonderful reviews! Another shout out goes to apriljunemay!

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And now, for a brand spanking new chapter.

Saturday. 14 ½ weeks. Orange.

I was sitting down as Harry came trudging into the room with my last box of clothes. His hair was ruffled from running his hands through it. Today was the day that Charlie and me started to move into the new house. We only had to bring our clothes and small personal belongings as the house came fully furnished. We had gotten the keys two days ago. We spent the entirety of yesterday packing up all our clothes and possessions for the move. Normally, it would have only taken a few hours tops, but more that one pillow fight happened between our group; the twins were usually the winners.

"Do you know how hard it is to carry thirty pounds of clothes?" He grumbled when I gave him a look for rubbing his back in pain.

I chuckled. "Do you know what it's like to have your breasts, feet, stomach, and hands swell with pregnancy?" I said to his disgusted face.

"I take it back. You have it worse."

I laughed and pushed myself out of the chair in mine and Charlie's new room. There was nothing else to move. I walked over to the door to head downstairs to help Molly with dinner. She wanted the first meal that would be cooked in the home to be special. I walked down the stairs with Harry right behind me.

I walked into the sitting room that was connected to the kitchen. I found most of Weasley's in the sitting room. Some were mingling around in the kitchen or the room right next to the sitting room. I spotted Ginny and decided that now was as good a time as any to have that talk she wanted to.

I walked over to her and tapped her shoulder. She turned around and raised a fiery eyebrow at me. I nodded my head to the French doors. A look of understanding crossed over her face and she wrapped an arm through mine with ease. We looked like good friends walking and chattering to the oblivious. We passed Charlie and I gave him a look that said 'I'll tell you later.'

We marched onto the deck by the pool and sat down in the deck chairs. I adjusted my blouse to fit more comfortably over my bump. I stopped fidgeting and looked up to Ginny. She was leaning forward and facing me with her hands clasped in her lap.

"What'd you want to talk about Gin?"

She took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eyes. This can't be good. "You know how I had that dinner last night?"

"You mean that date? Yeah, why?"

"It wasn't a date per say. Anyways, I never told you who I went to dinner with did I?"

"Uh, no." I said trying to figure out where she was going with this

She heaved a big sigh. "I wasn't going to tell you who it was unless I had a good time. I didn't think I would actually have fun given who it is, but I did and I want your input on it."

I nodded my head for her to continue. She must think that no one likes this guy or something. She went into a date thinking she would have a terrible time. This will probably be a good story.

"You know how we ran into Malfoy a bit ago?"

"Yeeeeaah." I said stretching the word out. I was trying to figure out what he had to do with this when I caught this look she made. Holy fuck. She had to be kidding me. "Gin, tell me you didn't." I said lowly.

She looked down and bit her lip. "Ginny!" I said in a whisper hiss.

She looked up with only some guilt. It was mostly challenge. "He owled me the next day to apologize for possibly upsetting me with the whole Harry thing. He said that he hadn't known and was just trying to extend an olive branch. He said that he would like to get to know me. He just invited me to some little Italian restaurant. I didn't think that I would have a good time and he would say something bigoted or mean, but he didn't.

"I figured that I would give him a chance. Everyone deserves a second chance, even Malfoy. I know that he was absolutely terrible to you guys in school and there are no excuses for what he did then, but I think you're blaming him for the things his fucking crazy dad and mum did before and during the war. He's not a bad guy. Sure, he's a bit awkward at first, but once you get a conversation going, he isn't that bad." She finished with a swipe of her short red side bangs.

I sighed and looked heavily at her. "Fine. What did you need my input on?"

She gave me a small smile. "He asked me to go out to dinner with him again."

"And? What's the problem? I thought you had a good time?" I asked in confusion.

"I did. I just, what if it actually goes somewhere and I want to bring him around to 'meet the family.'" She said using air quotes and an eye roll at the end.

"Do you see yourself that far down the road with him?" I asked in shock.

"I don't know. He's funny, sweet, and would treat me right. I get that feeling in my chest where it feels like my heart is smiling and filled with content, you know?"

I looked up at the French doors behind us and saw Charlie smiling and laughing with Bill. He had crinkles around his eyes and he looked so young and happy. He looked like he did in my dream. My heart did a little flutter and I smiled a bit. I looked back at Ginny who was waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"So what do you think I should do?" She asked after checking over her shoulder and looking to see who got me all giddy.

"Gin, I don't personally like Malfoy," I raised my hand when she looked like she was going to bud in. "But, I can suck up my pride and ego to be civil towards him for your sake. It looks like he makes you happy. And these days, happiness is a blessing. Go for it, if it works, it works. If it doesn't, at least you know that you tried in the end."

She smiled and shot up from her seat and hugged the shit out of me. Which, if you take into consideration that I was still sitting in the chair and had a swell that protruded a good five and a half inches from my body, was a an impressive feat.

She hauled me to my feet and tucked her hand in the crook of my arm. We walked back into the sitting room talking about nothing in particular. I saw Molly finishing up with the food and volunteered to help set the table. I grabbed a handful of forks and spoons and set out to do my task.

I was setting my forks and spoons out when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my bump from behind and a head rest itself on top of mine. I smiled and tilted my head back and to the side so I could look up at him. I could feel his stubble grip my hair and drag it forward as I moved.

"What's up?" I asked.

"What were you two talking about so secretly?" He asked back.

I looked and saw Ron and the twins glance at us and pretend not to listen. So, I did the most rational thing I could; I lied. Well, not really lied too much. I only told him part of it.

"She was just telling me about this Italian restaurant she tried with a friend."

"If you must know, dear brother, the restaurant is called 'L'uva da Italia.' She said with a light glare.

I looked at her. "You went to a restaurant called 'The grapes from Italy?'"

Everyone in the room looked at me with curiosity. "What?"

"You speak Italian? I thought you only spoke French." Ron said.

"I found it really interesting as a child and begged my parents to get me a tutor to teach it to me. I just haven't really found a use for it yet." I explained with a shrug.

Charlie chuckled quietly and I could feel it rumble in my chest. I decided that I liked that feeling very much. I reached up and kissed the corner of his mouth and went back to setting the table. I finished up mere seconds before Molly came out with a roast that would give us left overs for two weeks.

Dinner commenced and jokes were thrown about. I piled my plate high with the most delicious food I've ever tasted from Molly. Deep down, I know that Molly was a bit sad to have her son and pretty much second daughter move out. I knew that once Molly got to hold her grandson for the first time, she would forget that his parents conceived him out of wedlock and are living together out of it as well.

I had never been one for weddings. I hadn't really seen the point of spending thousands of euros on a party that was only for a day. Someone could just as easily get a marriage license and go down to the courthouse in nice clothes for a fraction of the cost. Marriage isn't a bad, but the whole part of getting married is blown way out of proportion in my opinion.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't her Harry call my name. I felt someone nudge my shoulder and I snapped out of my musings to look at Charlie sitting beside me on our couch. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"It's your turn." He said.

Oh, right. We were coming up with the most embarrassing thing that happened to us while we were at Hogwarts. Harry had just gone and I could only surmise that it was my turn. I took a deep breath and prepared my story.

"Do you guys remember during Harry, Ron, and my second year when the Chamber of Secrets was opened?" I asked the twins, Harry, Ron, and Ginny. They all nodded and Ginny gave a small shudder. Poor girl. "Right, well, Harry, Ron, and myself were trying to figure out who had opened it. We had thought that we had a good idea of who did; Draco Malfoy." I explain. Harry and Ron turn red from suppressed laughter. They knew the memory I was getting at. Ginny had a light blush for an entirely different reason. This didn't go unnoticed by Charlie.

"Being the little smartasses we were, we came up with a plan that would get us three into the Slytherin Common Room. Well, it was supposed to be all three of us." Harry and Ron busted out in laughter at this point. I ignored them and continued. "I had come up with the idea to use Polyjuice potion to imitate Malfoy's goons and a girl named Millicent Bulstrode."

"You decided to brew an illegal potion at the age of twelve to get information?" Charlie asked incredulously.

"Unfortunately, spending so much time with these two rubbed off on me." Is said gesturing to Ron and Harry. I continued with the story. "We gathered all the supplies we needed for the potion, tending to it in between classes and when we had free time. I finished up the potion and snatched the hairs we needed to make it complete. It worked. It had actually worked." I said.

"Yeah, but how is that embarrassing for you? You brewed an extremely complex potion some kids in N.E.W.T. level potion's class can't brew." Bill pointed out.

I smiled at him ruefully. "Yes, I did. But you're forgetting the important fact that in the beginning of my story I said it was supposed to get all three of us in. It didn't get all of us in. Only two of us." I said cryptically. I saw all eyes trying to figure out my hidden message. "What is the only way Polyjuice will work?" I ask.

"It only works if you add a hair to it. So you can transform." Bill supplied.

"What about it will only work with the hair." I quizzed.

"It'll only work if you use a human hair. Well, you're only supposed to use human hair." Charlie clarified.

"Apply that to the story." I pushed.

Charlie and Bill's eyes lit up in understanding and looked at me with faces of shock. The twins came a few seconds later with the understanding.

"Hermione…" Charlie trailed off.

I gave them all a small smile and a nod. "I spent a month in the hospital as a cat. I had the ears, tail, whiskers, everything. It was so mortifying. I hadn't grabbed Millicent's hair off my robe, but her cat's." I finished my story with an embarrassed flush.

Ron and Harry lost it all over again at the memory. The night had worn on, filled with laughter and embarrassing stories causing our bellies to ache. Around one in the morning, people began to file home with yawns and happiness still etched into their faces.

I intertwined my hands with Charlie's and we climbed the stairs to our new master bedroom. He opened the door and we walked into the box-cluttered room. After magically unpacking all our clothes and grabbing our toiletries, we prepared for bed.

I was going to take a quick shower before bed to wash my hair. I grabbed my towels and plucked my shampoo and conditioner up from the night table. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed some blue silk shorts and my silk camisole. I walked to the en suite bathroom but stopped when I heard Charlie speak up.

"I could always join you in there." Charlie teased.

I looked at him and decided that I was in a good enough mood to give him his own surprise. I gave him a smirk and opened the door wider.

"Alright, but you have to help me wash my hair." I said while walking further into the large bathroom.

I could hear him sputtering from his spot on the bed. Good, I had given him quite a shock. I hadn't been lying either. I left the door open and started to strip my day clothes off. I was down to my knickers and bra when Charlie finally joined me in the bathroom. He quickly tore his shirt off and slid his pants down. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

I turned the shower on before we stepped in so it could heat up a bit. I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. I felt it unhinge and become loose. I took it off and threw it into the hamper by the door. My nipples became erect in the still cool bathroom. I slid my pink knickers down and tossed them in the pile of clothes as well.

I turned and saw Charlie begin to slide his boxers down his toned legs. Really, his whole damn body was toned and rippled with muscle. Not in the over done and too-bulky-to-be-attractive way, but the kind that expressed he had to be in shape for his job. His job, I could see all the burn scars and regular scars he got from his old job in Romania. I liked them, they told stories from his job.

I glanced down to his left forearm where he was sporting a small burn. He had gotten it his first day of work. Charlie had transferred to the English Dragon Reserve two weeks ago when we bought the house. He had been working there for almost a week now. He said he loves it there. Says that the reserve is bigger and the workers are nicer to the dragons. I knew with him being a dragon tamer and all that there would be cuts and burns out the arse, so I had taken his assistant out to lunch to try and woo him into reporting to me if Charlie got hurt. He was persuaded.

I stepped under the spray and felt Charlie stand behind me. We stood under the hot spray of the shower enjoying the closeness of our bodies as water pelted down on us. Charlie moved his hands from my swell to my hips. Since the pregnancy, my hips had become wider. Almost unnoticeable, but still wider.

His hands slowly moved further south on my body. Slow enough to give me time to tell him to stop if I wanted. I didn't want him to stop though. His hands continued they're trail down. His mouth came to my ear and he whispered something that I had to strain to hear. I turned around like he asked me to.

His fingers made contact with the destination he had in mind. I gasped as I felt him rub small circles into my clit. I immediately felt a coil in my lower abdomen tighten at the feeling. He applied more pressure to the bundle of nerves. I moaned low in my throat when he stroked a finger down and slid a digit in. He slowly began to pump in and out of me while maintaining a steady pace of rubbing with his thumb.

I felt his cock begin to twitch and become erect. I would take care of him next I decided. He maneuvered so he could add another finger inside of my opening. I shuddered and I felt his other hand reach up and play with one of my nipples. My breasts were a bit sore, so I would have enjoyed it a bit more if it didn't have a bit of pain to it. Still, I was more occupied with the amazing things that Charlie was doing to me.

I felt his fingers curl inside of me and I honest to god think it's the best feeling I have ever felt. I arched my back up and pushed us closer together. I felt his form abs on my soft bump. His circling becomes faster and so does the pumping. I can feel his fully erect cock throbbing on the underside of my abdomen. He adds even more pressure and I feel the tight coils in my lower abdomen explode in pleasure. I can feel the hot effects of my orgasm flow through my body.

My legs go a bit wobbly and Charlie holds me close as my orgasm courses through my body. I can feel my heart beat speed up as he holds me and gives me small kisses on my forehead. My hands are gripped tightly on his firm shoulders. I finally come down from my high and regain the ability to stand on my own two feet again. I smiled up at him in what I could only assume was my brightest smile. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and turned to adjust the heat of the water.

I turned back around and placed my hands on his belly button. I began to trail my hands lower on his 'V' shape. I was about to close my small hands around his throbbing cock when he grabbed then. He looked me directly in the eyes before he spoke.

"I don't expect you to help me in return. I just wanted you to feel good. It was all about you, so don't feel obligated to return the favour." He said with sincerity.

"I want to. I appreciate what you did for me, I really appreciate what you did for me, but I want to do it." I replied quietly.

He smiled and gave me a quick kiss. He gently let go of my hands and I made quick work of trailing them back down to the base of his cock again. I grasped him in one hand and felt his cock twitch and him give a low groan. I tightened my hold and pumped up and down with one hand while the other began to swipe the head. I continued this for a bit, enjoying the feeling of him in my hands.

He lifted a hand and placed it on the tiles while he muttered something that sounded like 'fuck' under his breath. I tightened my hold and pumped faster to give him the same pleasure he had given me. I heard him moan and I moved my thumb right under the head of his cock. He gripped the wet tiles even harder and his breathing was a bit shallow.

I felt his cock shudder and he tried to say something but it came out as a moan. I kept pumping and pulled him to me like he did with me. I held him close as he released his seed onto my hand and stomach. It would wash off; I just wanted to give him the same closeness he gave me.

He rested his head on my shoulder and rode out the waves of his orgasm. I just held him and kissed his firm chest. He finally straightened and gave me a searing kiss. He pulled apart and rested his head on mine.

We must have stood there for a while, because my back got cold and I turned around to warm the water again. I asked him to hand me my shampoo when I turned around again. I squirted some into my hand and placed the glob into my hair. I was about to start lathering when he motioned for me to turn around. I followed his motions and found myself relaxing into his touch as he massaged my scalp. He started from my roots and went all the way down to the wet, curly strands.

He finished and I turned around to rinse out the bubbles and soap. I watched it travel down my breasts and over my swell. I could feel the bubbles pop around my toes. I had my eyes closed and my mind was racing. We were so…domestic. And I could honestly say that it didn't terrify me as much as I thought it would. It actually makes me feel happy and excited. Like my hadn't life hadn't really started until I met Charlie. Sure, my life was hectic and filled with battling evil, but it just didn't compare to what I felt right now.

I snapped out of my rapid fire thinking when he asked me turn around again so he could continue the process with the conditioner. We repeated it again, lather, massage, rinse. I tried my hardest to do the same for him, but the height difference made it almost comical. I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach his head. We laughed and tried silly different things to make it possible to reach the top of his head. It ended up with our laughter ringing out through the bathroom.

Eventually, our fun ended and we got out of the shower to dry off. I wrapped my hair in a plush towel before wrapping one around my body. Charlie slung one around his hips and walked to one side of the sink. I walked to my side and began the process of brushing my teeth and flossing. Charlie did the same and headed into the bedroom to change. He hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom in his haste to make it before I changed my mind.

I slipped my towel off and laid it on the rack to dry. I slipped on my PJ's and released my hair from the second towel. I grabbed my wand and magically dried my hair. I could style it tomorrow. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Charlie sitting our bed tying his pajama bottoms. I looked over and saw his towel sitting on the ground. I rolled my eyes and faced him again.

"Go hang up your towel. It'll still be wet by tomorrow and start to smell." I said.

He looked up and rolled his eyes. Nonetheless, he bent down and picked it up. He made a show for sarcastically folding it up neatly. I huffed out a laugh and waked over to my side of the bed.

He came back out and laughed. "It's like we're an old married couple already." He joked.

I looked up ready to joke back when I remembered what Gin said earlier about Malfoy. 'He's funny, he's sweet, and would treat me right. I get that feeling in my chest where it feels like my heart is smiling and filled with content, you know?' And I did know. I knew Charlie would treat the baby and me right; he would stand by us no matter what. I would always get that feeling of pure happiness and joy when he was around. I felt content. And happiness is a blessing anymore. In the end, it's trying what counts.

I hadn't changed my mind on the whole marriage thing. I don't hate marriage; I just don't like all the expense that goes into it. But when I thought about it, I would gladly do all the big things if it made Charlie happy. I would probably do it if it made Molly and Gin happy. I consider these people my family, but I want to make it legal

I snapped my head back up to Charlie. "What?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Why don't we be?" I asked but it sounded more like a statement.

"Be what?" He asked in confusion.

"An old married couple. Why don't we actually get married?" I asked.

His brows shot straight into his hairline from the pure shock. I could see him think about it though. He was actually considering it. A small look of content splayed over his face. I knew he was thinking about all the things I had been thinking about earlier. He slowly regained control and looked me in the eyes in seriousness.

"Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?" He said with a giant grin.

I nodded. "Charlie, will you marry me?" I asked while kneeling on the bed in front of him.

His grin turned into the biggest smile I've ever seen from him. He scooted closer to me on the bed. He was also kneeling on the soft mattress. "Yes. I'll marry you Hermione. I knew I was going to be asking you the exact same question, I just didn't know when. So this is a little different than how I planned." He confessed.

I laughed and flung my arms around him. My bump was pressed between us reminding us of what brought us together. Sure, we may have ended up together some time down the road, but that could have been, ten, fifteen years from now. This little bundle of joy got us to talk more, hang out more, and above all else, realize sooner that we had something. Something that made our hearts beat faster and our brains think of our future together. In a way, our kid played matchmaker with us. Our kid is awesome.

Author's note 2- This chapter was supposed to be a bit mellow. Well, as you can see, that did not happen at all, lol. I just got all these ideas as the story went. I decided to save them for later though.

As for the questioned I mentioned before the chapter started, I was thinking of starting another fic. I know, I know, I have two stories in progress as we speak (I have so much time on my hands!), but I was think one of the two fics I have now would end sooner. Like go all the way to the birth and then end the next chapter with an epilogue explaining what happened over the years. I haven't decided which story yet. So, if you want to read a new fic of mine help me pick what I want to do. I was thinking either a Community fanfic between Jeff and Annie, or a Teen Wolf one between Derek and an OC, Peter/Lydia, (Weird, I know. Sorry.) or an Issac/Allison one. Let me know in the reviews!

Author's note 3- thank you for all the kind and encouraging reviews! I am currently learning Italian and will probably slip some in later during this fic. So, if you see any mistakes, feel free to correct and help me! I'm a beginner, so it may be a bit rough. Don't forget to read & review this fic and my other one called A New Family. It's a fremione fic. Thanks again!