A/N So finally here is the next chapter…. Thank you to everyone who is still sticking with this story :D okay, I don't say this often, but I really enjoy this chapter….the following is the result of being exhausted at four in the morning, but that last caramel macchiato is still keeping me awake….I hope you enjoy it as much as I do….

"Something about this doesn't quite seem fair," Harry mentioned as he stepped out of the kitchen wiping the flour on his hands onto the apron he was wearing.

"What doesn't?" Ginny asked, looking up from where she was lying on the couch reading a magazine.

"That," he said, pointing to the vacuum that she had charmed to hoover the rug.

"What about it?" she asked, honestly not knowing what he was getting at.

"Well the deal was that I do all the cooking if you do all the cleaning, but you get to just charm the appliances to do all the work and scorgify things once in a while, while I make all our meals from scratch the Muggle way," he pointed out with his hands on his hips in what Ginny felt was the most adorable way.

"We've had this deal since I moved in here - well its half way through February and I moved in last May- " she muttered to herself as she calculated the months in her head, "nine and a half months ago, and this is just bothering you now?"

"No...yes...well maybe, I don't know."

"Is this because Ron and Hermione are coming over?" Ginny asked since the other couple was coming over to share an early Valentine's Day with them. "It's only two extra people, well three technically."

"With the way Ron always eats and the way Hermione is eating lately its more like six," Harry mentioned.

"Well you could cook magically if you wanted too," she pointed out before remembering, "Oh wait, I forgot...the stroganoff."

"I'm telling you that could have happened to anyone," he interjected.

"Well, I would offer to cook, but you've tried my cooking, I can manage to screw up toast. You would think growing up with my mother something would have stuck," she mused as she swung her feet off the couch and walked over to him. "But alas, the only things I can make are snickerdoodles and since saviors of the world can't live on snickerdoodlely goodness alone, I suppose that if you don't want to starve, you're going to have to keep cooking," she told him wrapping her arms around his waist and placing a few drawling kisses along his jaw line. "Besides," she said between kisses, "you look so cute in an apron."

"You know," Harry said, closing his eyes and trying to suppress the physical reaction that she was having on him, "sex doesn't fix everything."

"But it sure does make things more fun," she purred against his neck.

Harry couldn't deny that logic as her hands sneaked under his shirt and she raked her fingernails gently down his back causing him to shudder involuntarily.

"Someday this might not work," he warned without any sort of conviction as he pulled her closer.

"I know you Potter, that day isn't coming any time soon," she said running her hands through his hair.

"This isn't getting dinner made," he mentioned in between kisses.

"How about after Ron and Hermione leave, I wash the dishes by hand, no magic involved, just to even the score a bit," she murmured into his ear.

"Sounds fair to me," he agreed huskily, even though washing dishes were the furthest thing from his mind at this point.

"Good," Ginny said cheerfully as she pulled away, sat back down on the couch and picked up her magazine where she left off.

"What!?!" Harry exclaimed desperately.

"Well you're the one that mentioned that that wasn't getting dinner made, and my brother and his darling expecting wife are going to be here in an hour, " she reminded him, hiding her devious smile behind the pages of the magazine.

"Oh no no no mon Cherie, dinner can wait," he said advancing on her, "I'm not letting you get away that easily."

"Oh no, whatever will I do," she replied jumping over the sofa and backing away.

"Oh trust me," Harry told her, "there is no escaping me. You should just give in now."

"Never!" Ginny cried as she turned and ran down the hallway with Harry hot on her heels.

The chase didn't last long as the chaser wanted much too badly to catch the chased and the chased didn't terribly mind the idea of being caught.

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Harry was just slipping back into the kitchen while Ginny was retouching her make up when there was a frantic knock on the door. Ginny rushed to open the door, but she barely had time to unlock it before Hermione came barreling through.

"I have to pee!" she cried as she waddled as quickly as she could towards the bathroom. "And Ginny, your shirt is miss-buttoned," she called over her shoulder. "Don't you two ever not have sex?"

Ron and Ginny glanced at each other before quickly turning away and turning matching shades of pink. Even though Ron was happy that Harry and Ginny had finally gotten together and were so in love, he really didn't want to think about his little sister having sex with anyone, least of all with his best mate. Ginny shared his sentiments.

"Um, happy Valentines Day Ginny," Ron said ignoring his wife's comments and giving his sister a kiss on the cheek.

"Happy Valentines," she replied.

"So when is dinner going to be ready? I'm famished," Hermione asked when she came out of the loo, her bladder now empty.

"Actually, it's going to be a bit later than expected," Harry said coming to join them in the living room. "Something came up and I got a bit of a late start."

"Why don't you just say you two had to shag like rabbits," Hermione said as she attacked the bowl of chips and salsa that was put out as an appetizer.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.

"What, it's true," his wife shrugged.

"Just because you haven't been able to have sex since you entered your third trimester, doesn't mean the rest of us can't," Ginny countered.

"Ginny!" Ron cried.

"What, it's true," his sister shrugged.

"Says who," Hermione shot back to the horror of her friends.

"So Hermione," Harry said changing the subject, "do you think you are you going to make it another three weeks till your due date? You look about ready to burst."

"First of all Harry, I'm having a baby not a water balloon," she said testily, "I'm not going to burst. And secondly...oh bullocks I have to pee again. Well are to you going to help me up?" she snapped at her husband who was leaning forward to grab another chip.

"Oh course dearest," Ron said with a strained smile. "She's a bit tightly wound right now," Ron explained as soon as he heard the bathroom door latch.

"We noticed," Harry replied.

"The baby has been keeping her up at night, so she hasn't been sleeping," he told them as he yawned and ran a hand through his already rumpled hair.

"And I guess if Hermione doesn't get to sleep you don't either," Ginny mentioned, as she tried to stifle a smile at how bedraggled her brother looked.

"Not so much," Ron replied with a weary grin. "I can't wait until she has the baby and she goes back to normal."

"Guess again big bro," Ginny said clapping him on the shoulder, "her hormones are going to be screwy for months and you'll have a screaming newborn to deal with."

Ron groaned and buried his face in his hands making Harry chuckle.

"I wouldn't be laughing there mate," Ron said looking up, "your turn is coming and then we'll see who has the last laugh."

Harry whipped his head around to find Ginny and looked at her with wide questioning eyes. She looked back with an expression that clearly was asking 'what?' until it hit her what he was thinking. Her eyes immediately became equally as wide, and looked horrified as she shook her head emphatically in a negative response to his question.

Harry gave a silent sigh of relief before turning back to his best friend. "I think I'll burn that bridge when I get to it."

"What bridge are you planning on burning Harry?" Hermione asked suspiciously, as she reentered the room.

"Nothing, but I had better check on those enchiladas, they should be about done by now," he replied quickly looking down at his wrist before he realized he wasn't even wearing a watch.

"I'll help you," Ginny added quickly when she felt Hermione's penetrating stare land on her.

"I can't believe we have been reduced to hiding in the kitchen of our own home, from our best friend," Harry said with a laugh as he realized the ridiculousness of the situation as he pulled the food out of the oven and took the beans off of the burner.

"I know, but with good cause," Ginny said as she hopped up on the counter. "She has gone completely nutters. She goes from happy, to yelling, to crying in a blink of an eye these days. Last week I went shopping for groceries with her and she started crying when I suggested she pick up some nappies then, you know, incase she went into labor early. At first I thought I had upset her, but then she started blubbing on about how happy she was that I could share that moment with her."

"I didn't realize that purchasing nappies was such a monumental occasion," he joked.

"Neither did I," she concurred. "I didn't dare bring up binkys since I didn't have a camera with me."

Harry crossed over to where she was perched on the counter and took her hands in his as he stood between her legs.

"You're not going to go crazy on me when you're pregnant, are you?" Harry asked, entwining his fingers in hers.

"But where would be the fun in that," she responded. "If I'm doing all the work in carrying your children, I should get to go a little crazy."

"All right, but just a little," he conceded, leaning in closer.

"All right," she agreed, before responding to his kiss.

They could have stayed there quite happily for quite some time all wrapped up in each other, had they not been interrupted by Ron shouts and an explosion coming from the direction of the living room. They pulled apart and looked at each other, Harry having visions of rouge Death Eaters in his living room, while Ginny thought of Hermione cursing her brother for taking the chip she wanted, before they both spurned into action and ran out of the kitchen. What they found made them both stop in their tracks.

Ron was standing pointing his wand at what used to be Harry's favorite recliner, but was now reduced to a large pile of smoldering stuffing, while Hermione was laying on the sofa flipping through the magazine Ginny had been reading earlier.

"What happened in here?" Ginny asked after the shock had worn off.

"Ron saw a spider," Hermione replied without looking up as she turned the page.

"I guess Hermione isn't the only one tightly wound around here," Ginny muttered.

"My chair," Harry whimpered while looking at the mess. "My Italian leather chair."

"It was a big spider," Ron tried to explain.

"But why did you have to kill my chair?" Harry asked.

"There isn't even enough of it left to Reparo back together," Ginny mentioned as she bit her lip to keep from smiling.

"It was a really huge spider," he repeated meekly.

"The chair didn't do anything wrong," Harry said plucking a bit of stuffing off the wall sconce.

"It could have been a baby Acromantula," Ron added.

"But why did my chair have to suffer?"

"I'm sure it didn't," Ginny placated, stifling a laugh, "it looks like it was quick."

"I got it though," Ron mentioned optimistically.

"I assume you are talking about the spider," Ginny said with a snort, "because we can all see you got the chair."

"Yes, I'm talking about the spider," Ron snapped at his sister.

"Well, I wasn't sure," she explained, not even trying to hold back her amusement any more, "because it's hiding in the corner shaking in its little metaphorical spider boots."

Everyone looked to where Ginny was pointing and sure enough, there was a little black spider in the corner, cowering in abject terror.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Ginny said as Ron raised his wand once more, "I like those drapes, I would prefer not to have to replace them."

Taking it upon herself to fix the situation, she hurried over the spider, picked it up and carried to the window and let it go in the flower box, out of Ron's line of sight. Hermione who remained unfazed by all the proceedings finally looked up from the magazine.

"So is dinner ready yet?" she wanted to know.

"Ummm...yeah," Harry finally responded, once he managed to tear his eyes away from what used to be his favorite chair.

They were soon gathered around the dining table, digging into dinner when conversation turned back to the soon to be new arrival.

"So do you think you are having a boy or a girl?" Ginny asked, since Ron and Hermione had decided not to find out the sex of the baby so that they could be surprised.

"I don't know," Hermione replied. "I honestly don't have any feeling one way or the other. Sometimes I think its going to be a boy just because of the Weasley tendency to have all boys, but I think you might have broken that trend for good Ginny. I mean right now we are two and two with the Weasley cousins with Bill's two girls and Percy's two boys."

"Well those odds are going to sway dramatically in a few months," Harry mentioned.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"Haven't you heard?" Harry questioned.

"Heard about what?" Hermione wanted to know.

"Angelina and Fred came by to visit with me yesterday when I was at St. Mungos after her appointment. They found out that they were having boys," Ginny explained.

"Boys, as in plural?" Ron tried to clarify.

"Yup," Harry confirmed.

"So Fred and Angelina are having twins," Hermione processed.

"Nope," Ginny disagreed.

"But you said–"

"I know what I said," Ginny interrupted her brother. "But Angelina isn't having twins, she's having triplets."

"Well multiple births do run in families. Merlin help Angelina," Hermione said.

"Merlin help us all if they turn out anything like their father," Ron added.

Both couples fell silent as they contemplated the idea that there might be three of them, and the trouble they could get into as opposed to just the double trouble the twins managed to get into by themselves.

"I'm suddenly very, very grateful that we're only having one," Ron said, looking a little pale.

"Speaking of our one, Ron, its time to go," Hermione announced, pushing her chair back from the table.

"Why?" Ron asked, confused since everyone still seemed to be having a good time.

"Because I am going into labor," Hermione explained calmly, getting to her feet and waddling towards the fireplace.

"What?" her husband asked suddenly looking a little faint.

"I-am-going-into-labor," Hermione repeated a little slower and louder.

"What do we...what do I...what?" Ron managed to stammer.

"I'm having a baby Ronald!" Hermione shouted impatiently.

"But but, it's too early, we're supposed to have another three weeks before the baby is born," Ron panicked. "You can't have the baby yet. We don't even have your overnight bag packed!"

"What do you want me to do Ronald? Hold my knees together until I pack a baaa-oooh Merlin," Hermione gasped reaching out and clutching the mantle above the fireplace as a contraction rippled through her body.

Ginny immediately stepped into Healer mode and took charge of the situation as she rushed over to her sister-in-law and rubbed her back comfortingly. "Ron, babies come early all the time, three weeks is nothing to worry about. Hermione, let's get you to St. Mungo's and settled in the Maternity Ward. You most likely still have quite a while before you're ready to deliver, so once you're settled and while we're waiting, Ron, you can go home and pack a bag for Hermione. Alright? Now calm down and come take your wife to the hospital and we'll be right behind you."

Ron nodded and stepped forward to take Hermione's arm and led her into the fireplace.

Once they were safely on their way Ginny turned to her boyfriend. "Well this was certainly an exciting conclusion to our dinner party."

Harry quickly dropped the dirty dishes into the sink to soak, so they wouldn't be impossible to clean when they got back and then crossed over to his girlfriend and put his arms around her waist dropping a quick kiss on her forehead. "Something tells me that the excitement is just beginning."

Ginny just laughed and draped her arms around his neck, taking a deep breath in preparation for him to Apparate them both to St. Mungos.

Hermione was in labor. Merlin help them all.

A/N So there we have it… The newest little Weasley is on the way… the fifth of the Weasley cousins.. Anyone have a guess on weather you think its going to be a boy or a girl? The next chapter will include the labor and delivery so let me know what you thought of this one!