Hermione sat on the spare bedroom floor, old robes and childhood memories surrounding her. She wondered how she would ever manage to sort through all this stuff and bring herself to either give some of it away or throw it out. It had been a while since anyone had looked through these old things, many were now covered in dust and often Hermione found herself fighting off a sneeze for fear of what would happen if she did.
She picked up and old photo album and found herself welling up at the memories of herself, Harry and Ron at Hogwarts. There were many pictures of their holidays spent at the burrow, and even a few of the twins sneaking up on her and tricking her. She looked at a younger version of her husband and wondered if her younger self could have ever seen his potential. It was unlikely as quite often her mind was preoccupied with Ron and the feelings that she thought were there, but turned out to not be.

She came across an old box that had a label of "George, baby". It seemed unlikely to Hermione that Molly had been able to keep things for each of her children as there were so many and each handed down their things except for Ginny. She opened the box with curiosity and excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

Inside there were few items, a small pair of blue hand knitted booties, a picture of a newly born baby wrapped up tightly in a blanket, a lock of hair, and a small silver giraffe tied to a blue ribbon. Hermione reached in and lifted out the giraffe. On the head she could see faint teeth marks and as she shook it lightly she could hear a faint melody of "talk to the animals."

Her eyes once again filled up with tears and she found herself sobbing.

"Pretty, what's wrong?" George said as he wrapped his arms around her.

"It's just hormones."

"It's not hormones. Now tell me, what's wrong?" George said as he tilted her chin to look at him.

"Where do I start?"

"The beginning." George said matter-of-factly.

"Well... I'm scared."

"Scared? Of what?"

"Scared I'll be a terrible mother. Scared of giving birth to two babies and then having to raise them. Scared I'll drop them..."

"Firstly, I'm the one who should be scared of dropping them. I dropped a coffee cup yesterday I was so tired. Secondly, you'll be a wonderful mother. I know it. You've looked after Ron and Harry, and me."

Hermione hiccuped as she stared in him in disbelief. "And the giving birth to two babies part?"

"I can't really help you with that, except that I promise to be there to hold your hand. And to let you yell at me. And I'll be there to help you raise them."

"That really fills me full of confidence." She giggled as he pouted. He would have given her a light punch had she not been the size of a house and slightly unstable.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" George asked he looked around at the piles of boxes and clothes that were all over the bedroom.

"We need to sort stuff out so we have space when the babies come." Hermione said as she tried to haul herself up onto her feet.

Holding out a hand to her he shook his head lightly. "That's when magic really helps."

"Apertum sesamum" George said under his breath. Slowly and hidden door opened in the corner of the room.

"A hidden room?" Hermione asked as she started down the long corridor.

"Yes. A storage space. Every room has one, so no need to worry about where we're going to put all the baby things, okay?"

"You know, I'm kind of glad we have these two weeks together." Hermione said as she tried to wrap her arms around her husband.

"I'm grateful to the twins for behaving themselves for a while." George smiled as he felt a faint kick from Hermione's belly.

"I think we best not push our luck. I'm also glad to have a few days left to prepare for the labour."

George made a face at the thought of it all.

"No going back now." She sighed.

"We'll be fine." George squeezed her hand reassuringly as they walked out of the room. He'd sneak back later and put all the things away.

"I have a feeling eleven days isn't going to be enough for you to convince me of that." Hermione said as the feeling of dread filled her once again.

"We still need to survive these eleven days."