Sorry for the wait, but it's not easy writing three (actually five) stories at a time, while having to work now two afternoons a week, which I know doesn't sound like much, but it's hard for me. Also, just so you know, I will be gone July 18 - August 6 for camp, so there will be no updates then. Just remember, I own nothing but the plot.

Chapter 4 -- Telling the Family

Later that night, around four-thirty, Harry came home to a silent house.

"Mione?" he called, looking in the living room, then the kitchen, "Mione?"

He walked around the house for several more minutes before finding Hermione sprawled out on their bed, fast asleep, and mumbling slightly. Deciding to let her sleep for a little while longer, he leaned against the doorway, not being able to tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight before him. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, even if she was looking a bit peaky.

After a few minutes Hermione began to stir, eventually opening her chocolate-brown eyes. She lay there, not wanting to get up. At first Harry thought that she hadn't realized that he was there, but then he caught her eyes flash in his direction.

Hermione knew she was being watched, but she didn't know that Harry knew that she knew. That is until, suddenly, a great weight landed on the bed, jostling her around. She sat up, and saw Harry, with a look of very feign innocence on his face, sitting at the foot of the bed.

She was about to reprimand him for waking her up, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she just as quickly closed it and rushed off to the bathroom. Sighing with mild exasperation, Harry followed her.

"I hate you," Hermione said in a slightly cracked voice when Harry knelt down beside her (she was, of course, kneeling in front of the toilet).

"And why do you hate me?"
"Because you woke me up."

"Okay. Whatever you say, Mione."

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"To be honest? Not a word."

"D'accord."

"What?"

"You really have to learn French."

"Well, if you would just speak English, then I wouldn't have to."

However, she was unable to answer for her stomach decided to empty itself again, while Harry put her hair up with a tie he found and rubbed her back.

After a few minutes, Hermione's stomach seemed to have calmed down, helped with the glass of water that was offered by Harry.

"You up to going to the Burrow?" he asked, helping her up, "Sorry, I guess I forgot to tell you they invited us to dinner tonight."

"That's fine. Ron told me, and, yes, I think so."

"You're sure? Because we don't have to if you're going to be in the bathroom all night."

"I'm fine, Harry. Honest," she said at the look of worry in his bright green eyes, "but, if it makes you feel better, we won't go and we'll miss this great opportunity to tell everyone that there's going to be a little Potter running around in about a year," she added tantalizingly, playing with the front of his shirt.

"Well, I guess we best get going then, seeing as we're already five minutes late," Harry said, glancing at his watch, while she rolled her eyes.

They Disapparated, reappearing a minute later in the Weasley's garden, where Bill and Charlie were setting up two tables, and Fleur was sitting on a blanket with two-year-old Emelie, who was trying to get away from her mother to go chase the garden gnomes playing in the rutabagas, but, upon sighting the new arrivals, went after them instead. Fleur finally gave up and let the red-haired, light blue-eyed little girl go.

"Well, hello there," Hermione said, picking Emelie up, "Are you getting into trouble?"

"Yeah," said the little girl, nodding.

"Yeah? Are you supposed to be getting into trouble?"

"Yeah."

"Eet's all she does, ees get into trouble," Fleur said, walking up to them, smiling, "She 'as 'er father's personality, zat's for sure."

"I heard that," Bill said, coming up and wrapping his arms around his wife, "and it's not my fault the Weasley qualities can't be repressed."

"No, it is your fault that we are behind in setting these up, and we had better hurry because Mum just told me that if we want a hot meal we had better get it done," Charlie called from where he was conjuring chairs for the eight of them (plus a highchair for Emelie).

"Better get going. See you in a few," Bill said to Harry and Hermione, then, giving both Fleur and Emelie (who was still in Hermione's arms) a peck on the temple, he turned and left to help his brother.

"I will take 'er," Fleur said, taking her daughter from Hermione, "She could probably use a nappie change before she eats."

"No!" said Emelie, fighting against her mother's hold, causing the three adults to smile.

"Oui," said Fleur forcefully, walking away with the struggling two-year-old in tow.

Harry and Hermione followed them to the house, and, upon entering, were greeted by the smells of Mrs. Weasley's fabulous cooking.

"Hello, you two," Mrs. Weasley called from in front of a steaming pot of sprouts, "I was afraid you weren't coming. Lucky we're running a bit behind or my boys would've have eaten all the food. Are you all right, Hermione? You look a bit pale."

This was so sudden that Hermione faltered a bit in her answer, "Y-Yeah. I'm fine," however, her stammer seemed to give another message.

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Weasley persisted, walking over to them, "You can go lay down if you aren't feeling well."

Hermione sighed, a smile forming on her lips. She might as well say it because she's not going to get out of it.

"All right," she said, "I give up. I'll tell you, but no one else, except Ron, knows, and was planning to announce it over dinner," she took a deep breath before saying the last two words, "I'm pregnant."

Mrs. Weasley screamed and hugged the couple so tightly their heads banged together.

"Congratulations!" she said, "How far along are you?"

"Nine or ten weeks," Hermione said, rubbing the sore spot on her temple, "and I'm already wondering why they call it morning sickness, seeing as I seem to get it at all hours of the day."

"And night," Harry added for her.

"I've been through six pregnancies, and I still don't know," Mrs. Weasley said, shaking her head, and turning back into the kitchen, "but there was this potion that I took that calmed it down a bit. Now, what was it called? Oh, yes. Eukallei. The Eukallei Potion should help, but it will make you drowsy," she was saying, now looking through a recipe box, and extracting a folded piece of parchment, "I have the instructions to brew it here, and Merlin knows I won't need it anymore, so you can have it if you like," she handed the parchment to Hermione who looked it over. It wasn't a very difficult potion, and she was sure Harry could brew it if she wasn't feeling up to it, so she thanked Mrs. Weasley and pocketed the instructions.

About fifteen minutes later, they were finally sitting down in the garden to enjoy the scrumptious food. Well, sort of. One look at the table laid out with so much food was enough to send Hermione running in the direction of the bathroom. Harry ran after her, almost tripping over her when she fell to her knees on the other side of the house, unable to keep her stomach contents down any longer.

"Shhh," Harry said, rubbing small circles on her back. After a few minutes, she leaned back, so she was sitting instead of kneeling, and leaned against him, "You wanna go home?" he asked, after cleaning up the pool of sick with his wand.

"No," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. She looked up at him, smiling slightly, "We have to tell them."

"Tell us what?"

They turned around and saw Ginny standing by the corner of the house, carrying a goblet of water. She walked over to them, and handed Hermione the water, who drank it graciously.

"Are you okay?" Ginny asked.

"Follow us, and you'll find out," Hermione said, standing up (with Harry's help, of course), "We need to tell everyone else, anyway."

When they got back to the table, everyone asked Hermione if she was all right.

"I'm fine," she insisted, "but I can explain that little, er, interruption," she paused and looked from Harry, who had his arm around her in support, to Ron, who nodded. She took a nervous breath before continuing, "I'm pregnant."

She couldn't help but smile when everybody stood up to offer their congratulations, hugging her and patting Harry on the back.

"'Ow far along are you?" Fleur asked, giving Emelie to Bill.

"Nine or ten weeks."

"Zen ze best is yet to come," she said sarcastically, "My pregnancy was an absolute cauchemar."

"Ouais; le mien est déjà."

"J'imagine, mais il est touy en valeur lui à la fin," Fleur said, looking over at her husband and daughter.

"Hermione, you realize no one else can understand what you two are saying?"

Hermione felt Harry's strong arms around her, as he said this in her ear.

"Est-ce que je vous connais?" she asked, causing Fleur to laugh. Harry, who, predictably, had no idea what his fiancée had just said, but he tried his best from the few words he had picked up here and there.

"Um, oui?"

"Well, you gave the right answer," Hermione said, somewhat impressed.

"And what was the question?"

"Do I know you?"

"Only for eight years."

"I know. I wanted to see what you would say."

"Anyway," Harry said, turning Hermione around to face him, "I just came over to see if you were up to eating something yet."

"Do I have a choice?" Hermione said, knowing that she was going to be forced to eat something eventually.

"Well, I'm not going to make you eat something if you're going to just throw it back up right away. You want something?"

Hermione looked over at the tables, still full of food, and was suddenly starving. She took Harry's hand, and drug him over to the table, where she started piling everything she could reach on her plate.

"I'll take that as a yes," Harry said, as everyone else sat down around them, digging in to the wonderful food, laughing and talking with family.

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There's chapter four. Just to clear a few things up;

D'accord means Okay

Cauchemar means nightmare

Ouais; le mien est déjà means Yeah. Mine is already

J'imagine, mais il est touy en valeur lui à la fin. means I imagine, but it's all worth it in the end.

I think that's it. Tell me if I've missed anything. Anyway, R&R please!

Oh, yes, found something. Eukallei is pronounced You-Kuh-Lie. Just a little side-note.