I know... another chapter already? But I'm trying to get as many down as quickly as possible... though I won't make the duedate :( I'm sorry!

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Month Six

Arthur didn't trust himself to apparate home as tired as he was. Instead he made his way wairily to one of the many floo grates avalible in the Ministry. He took a second to gather his loose papers and other belongings before stepping into the fire and calling "The Burrow." As clearly as he could.

He almost fell out of the fireplace and into the kitchen when the whirrling finally stopped. Shaking loose ash off his robes Arthur righted himself and came face to face with Molly. She looked slightly guilty about something.

"What's happened?" He asked, slightly nervous at finding out the answer. Molly pulled him to the table and sat him firmly down. Arthur put his things on the table. Worry not quite penetrating the sleepiness he felt.

"I can't take it any more Arthur. It's driving me crazy! Not knowing so so much harder with her. If it is a her, and that's the problem." She sounded like she was trying to convince him of something, but he didn't even know what she meant and to be honest, it was giving him a slight headache to try and work it out. "I know we never ever did it with any of the others, but I'm so curious- I might just explode before the baby even gets here if I have to wait to find out."

She looked expectantly at him. Arthur blinked triedly at her for a few seconds and forced to cogs in his brain to work. Did that require a response? He asked himself, compeletly confused. Then her looked down at the way Molly was stroking her belly almost absentmindedly and things seemed to piece themselves together. Molly. Baby. Something they never did. Curiousity. A girl.

"I mean," Molly was talking again, she seemed to realise he wasn't going to answer. "What if it is a girl?"

"You want to-" Arthur suddenly got it. "You want to do the spell, to find out the sex of the baby?"

Molly nodded, laughing, "What else did you think I meant?"

"I don't know, I just... I'm tired." He'd done so much work today. His department had been in shambles, He was the Head now, but no new employees were applying, and they badly needed help. He couldn't run it all by himself without ending up like this everynight and... he was getting distracted, Molly was talking. What was she saying...? He pushed himself to focus again.

"And I know we always wanted it to be a surprise, but this time I'd love to be able to get some proper clothes ready without having to make them suitable for both genders. And I do have a feeeling it's a girl, but it'd just be awful if I made tons of adorable pink dresses and it was a boy! Although, I won't just make pink dresses, I had this idea for a- never mind, that's not the point. I really think we should do the spell Arthur." Molly was talking very fast. It was hard to keep up. She blinked those big earnest brown eyes at him and he slowly focused again.

The spell, the spell to find out the sex of the baby...

They were really going to do it? Arthur's brain seemed to reel in shock. He'd know! He'd know now if he had a girl or a boy. He wouldn't have to wait. The could discuss names. They could prapare for their little girl. And when they called the baby a she, like they'd been doing for months now, they'd know for sure.

Arthur pulled out his wand and gulped. "Okay," His voice was croaky. Molly beamed at him, the smile stunning him for a second. She kissed him quickly, leaving him beffuddled again, and then leaned back into her seat, arms loosely hanging at her sides, belly exposed. He placed the tip of his wand on her baby bump and took a second to remember the spell. Then Arthur Weasley took a deep breath and muttered the words that might just change his life.

A glowing thread emereged from his wand and snaked into a cirle, showing that Molly was pregant, rather then the cross to say she wasn't. Then there was a pause and the cirle glowed a brighter white before changing colour.

It was pink. Pink! Pink meant a girl! Pink meant Arthur had a little daughter. Pink. Pink. Pink! Molly's arms flew around him and he dropped his wand. She was kissing him with sudden joy. Then she broke away, looking breathless.

"A girl." She breathed, cheeks red with delight. "I'm going to have a little girl."

And she pressed her hands tenderly to her belly and crooned "There bubsy, did you hear that? You're a little girl. You're mummy's baby girl."

Arthur smiled weakly, numb with wonder at the idea of the little princess coming into their rowdy house of boys. And then he fell asleep right there on the table.

And once again I'll be terribly pathetic and beg for reveiws! I'm not even kidding, I'm on my knees right now. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?