Good Times
"WE'RE PREGNANT!" Ron bellowed, grinning goofily. Beside him, Hermione was blushing fiercely, though she, too, sported an ecstatic expression.
The Burrow's dining room erupted in a cacophony of excited yells, laughter, and – bless Mrs Weasley – sobs of happiness.
"ICKLE RON'S PREGGERS!" George shouted gleefully, doing a jig on his chair.
Harry turned when he felt a small hand slip into his own. He smiled at his wife, leaning down to kiss her.
"Reckon we should just tell them tomorrow?"
Ginny nodded, beaming as Harry lovingly touched his free hand to her still-flat stomach.
The celebration never really ended.