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Harry sat down next to Hermione as they watched Ron pace in front of Harry's fireplace. Ron was still trying to figure out why someone would give Hermione such a note, while Harry was trying to calm Hermione down. So far, only Harry had succeeded in his mission.

"Ron please! It doesn't matter!" Hermione begged, hating to see her husband worry himself about it.

"Yeah mate. The guy's dead. It's not like you're going to get answers," Harry added. Ron looked over at them and then sighed.

"I know, it just... Who's to say this guy didn't have a buddy?"

"Ron stop it!" Hermione suddenly yelled, tired of hearing the two talk about the letter. She got off the couch and walked over to Ron. "Stop talking about this. I think we've all just had a very stressful day and all we need to do is calm down and forget this ever happened, ok. Now no more talk about it!" she said before storming into Harry's kitchen, slamming the door behind her. Harry and Ron looked at each other and Harry shrugged, pointing at his friend.

"She's your wife."

"And you're sure you're ok?" Ginny asked, a concered look on her face. Hermione waved her hand in annoyance as the two women walked down the street.

"Of course I'm sure, so stop asking," she snapped. Ginny stopped walking, shocked at Hermione's sharp tone. Hermione stopped and turned to look at her and then closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have snapped. I'm just really tired. I didn't get much sleep last night and Ron's been bugging me all morning about the letter. I really don't want to talk about it, Ginny," she said. Ginny walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, let's go get a table before the cafe fills," she suggested. Hermione smiled and nodded, following Ginny to a quaint little cafe near the Ministry. It was owned by a wizarding family that had lived there for ages and Ginny had discovered it when she first started working at the Ministry. She had asked Hermione to meet her there for lunch. Today had been Hermione's day off, so after visiting her office, she opted for going to lunch.

The two found a seat and ordered. Hermione then looked up at Ginny.

"So what about you? How are you handling the boy?" she asked, eyes shining. Ginny rolled her eyes, slightly bemused by Hermione's sudden change in attitude.

"I feel outnumbered. Caden is so much like Harry it isn't even funny. Both stubborn little arses," she muttered.

"Ginny!" Hermione gasped. Ginny sipped her tea, rolling her eyes.

"Oh please, Hermione. I love the two to death, but when Caden wants something, he automatically knows his father will love the idea! Those two team up against me all the time! At least you have two girls," she replied. Hermione grinned.

"Yeah right. Lorel is hooked to Ron. Though Triniti is more independent, she's also like Ron."

"Well, maybe when you have more kids, there will be more of a balance," Ginny responded. Hermione laughed.

"Ron wants nine kids, but after I reminded him of who would be carrying the kids, he lowered it down to a Quiddich team," Hermione said with a smirk. Ginny bursted out laughing.

"Oh Hermione! You know how much Ron wants a big family."

"What about Harry?" Hermione asked. Ginny sobered up slightly, her eyes clouding.

"Well... you know Harry... I think he's just happy he has a family right now without having to think about having more," she murmured. Hermione reached over and took Ginny's hand.

"Harry will warm up to the idea once you mention it again. I think he's just anxious right now because he's thinking about his own parents," she said. Ginny nodded.

"Yeah... I'll try to bring it up tonight..." she whispered. Her eyes then got brighter. "But until then, let's check out that shop I saw on our way here!" Hermione laughed and the two started eating their food. Hermione smiled to herself, her heart racing as she thought about what would happen tonight.

Ron grinned as he entered the kitchen of the Grangers. Mrs. Granger looked up and smiled.

"Are you here for the kids?" she asked, setting aside the paper she was reading. Ron nodded. She pointed to the window.

"Their outside with Luke. They've been out there for hours, playing on that tire swing and in the sand box," she said. Ron smiled as he sat down across from the woman.

"How are you?" he asked. She got up and put the kettle on the stove.

"I'm doing great actually. Tea?" Ron nodded.

"Yes please," he answered. As she made the tea, she glanced over at him with a small smile on her aging face.

"Hermione stopped by earlier," she said casually. Ron perked up.

"Did she? What for?" he asked. Mrs. Granger placed the cup in front of him and sat down.

"She said you two were trying to have another child," she said, taking a long sip of her tea, watching Ron's reaction over the rim of her cup. Ron spit out his tea and gaped.

"She said what?" he asked, grabbing a napkin and wiping up the mess he had made. Mrs. Granger smiled, puting her tea down.

"That's what she told me," she said.

"Well, she failed to tell me that," he mumbled. Before Mrs. Granger could say anything, Lorel and Triniti came rushing in, their grandfather trailing behind laughing.

"DADDY!" the two squealed and launched themselves at their father. Ron grinned and bent down, picking them both up.

"How are my girls?" he asked, giving them both kisses, which made them both giggle. Ron nodded to Mr. Granger, who nodded back with a grin.

"Those girls are quite a handful Ron," he said, taking the offered cup of tea. Ron chuckled.

"Well, I hope they weren't to much trouble," he said, setting the girls down. Mr. Granger shook his head.

"Oh no, they were perfect." Before Mr. Granger could say anymore, Ron interupted him, his mind back to what his mother-in-law had just said to him.

"Thank you for taking care of them today, but I have to go... straighten this whole 'trying to have another baby' thing," he muttered, taking Lorel in his arms and Trinity by the hand and heading for the fireplace. Mr. Granger followed them and gave the two girls a kiss goodbye and then watched as a very confused Ron disappeared in a burst of green flames.

"Hermione," Ron called as he let go of Triniti's hand. She ran into the kitchen, where Ron followed carrying Lorel, who had now fallen asleep. Hermione smiled at them as she set her tea down. She gave Triniti a kiss and then went over to Ron only to find him giving her a very curious stare. She frowned.

"What?" she asked. Ron shook his head.

"Triniti, get ready for bed," he ordered. After giving her a kiss goodnight, she ran to her room. Ron walked off, laying Lorel down in her small bed and tucking her in, not bothering to change her clothes. She'd just wake up and stay awake for hours. Exiting the girl's room, he walked into their bedroom, followed by Hermione. Hermione watched him move around, shifting through drawers trying to find the words to say.

"Ron-"

"Since when are we trying to have another child?" Ron asked rather rudely. He hadn't meant for it to come out that way, it's just, he didn't know what else to say. Hermione however, didn't take it as bad as he thought she would. If fact, she started grinning. She walked over to him, and set down the pair of socks he was fiddling with.

"Who told you I said that?" she asked amused. Ron wasn't amused.

"Your mother said that you said that we were trying to have another child," Ron stressed. Hermione's smile got bigger as her eyes got brighter.

"Well..." she said, turning away from him and walking over towards the bed. She paused. "Those weren't my exact words." Ron frowned.

"What? What did you tell them?" he asked, obviously still confused. She bit her lip and turned around, looking straight into his eyes.

"I told my parents that we were pregnant," she whispered. A deafening silence took over the room as Ron stood there stunned. His mind had completely stopped, her words echoing but they didn't seem to come in clearly. Ron shook his head.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked. Hermione smiled as she placed her hands on her stomach.

"I'm pregnant Ron," she murmured, watching intently for the initial shock to wear off. It didn't take long. Suddenly there was a loud whoop and Hermione was hoisted into the air, twirled around by a very excited Ron. Screaming by the sudden levitation, Hermione begged to be let down. Ron gently set her down, their bodies flush against one another. Ron took her face in his hands, a goofy grin on his lips and an insanely giddy look in his eyes. He leaned his forehead against hers, laughing.

"We're pregnant!" he gasped. By now, tears were flowing down her face as she nodded.

"We are! I went to work this morning to use some potions to make sure and I found out. I immediately went over to my parents and then had lunch with Ginny," she explained, her eyes closing as Ron began to kiss her face, whispering sweet graces to her. He pulled away however at the mention of his sister.

"Ginny knows?" He didn't mind that Hermione had run to her parents to tell them, but the fact that she had told his sister before him was a little much. Hermione shook her head.

"Surprisingly know. I was able to keep it under wraps while we chatted, though I thought she'd suspect," she said with a grin. Ron pulled her into a bonecrunching hug.

"We're pregnant!" he said again, loving the sound of it. Hermione laughed. That's when she found herself thrown on the bed, Ron straddling her, his lips attached to her neck as his hands quickly began to undo her robes. Grinning, Hermione eagerly began to unbutton his shirt. His lips suddenly crashed upon hers in an excited passion.

"How far along are you?" he asked. Hermione moaned as his hands found home in their journey up her skirt.

"It seems our little escapade in the bathroom paid off," she murmured breathlessly. Her arms tightened around his neck as her back arched in pleasure, his hands sending wonderful sensations spiraling down her spine.

"We have to think of a name," he mumbled against her lips. Hermione nibbled on his lip, causing him to moan as she moved closer, pulling on his ear playfully.

"Names," she whispered.

"What?"

"We have to think of more than one name," she moaned, his hands massaging her inner thighs. Ron pulled away, the confusion was back. Hermione kissed his lips gently before moving up to his ear.

"We're having triplets, Ron," she said, gasping as Ron's grip on her tightened. He looked down at her.

"Really?" he asked, shocked and breathless. Hermione nodded smiling. Ron grinned and kissed her passionately.

"I love you," he whispered.

A/N: SQUEEEE THEY'RE PREGNANT! AGAIN! OH WOW! I'm so happy write now!