Well thanks for reading the story, it's finally over...sorry for the late update, but I'm currently working on a whole bunch of other stories/updates that'll be gracing Fanfiction in the next few days, so keep a look out! Enjoy this last chapter, and PLEASE review!

Chapter 5

"Cheeldren! Come to ze table!" Fleur called Victoire and Teddy, watching with amusement as they scrambled to take their places among the grown-ups. Watching the large Weasley family talking and laughing together, Fleur smiled, glad to be a part of this.

"OY!" Ron roared as George stomped on his foot. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

"You imbecile, you've been treading on my toes for the better part of five minutes now!"

"Well you could've asked NICELY!"

"Well, you could be smarter, but as that isn't an option…"

"Dig in, dig in!" Mrs. Weasley shouted cheerfully over the din, Mr. Granger's laughter overpowering all of their voices. "Eat it while it's hot, because I've never been good at those silly Reheating Charms!"

The men at the table positively drooled at the sight of the honey-glazed ham, followed up by a huge plate of fresh mashed potatoes and gravy, along with a yellow squash and green bean casserole and an exceptionally beautiful looking chicken salad. The table groaned under the weight of all the food and people reaching over themselves and their children to get first servings. Mrs. Weasley reminded herself to reinforce the strength of the table the next time she remembered, seating herself next to her husband.

"Papa?" Victoire said plaintively, her high pitched voice heard above the din. Bill raised his eyebrows at her as he and Fleur ladled food onto her plate. "Why does Uncle Ron always eat like a pig?"

To guffaws around the table and Ron's incredulous, gravy-stained smile, Bill replied.

"Because his mother never taught him correctly." Looking up at the howls of laughter, he caught a glimpse of his mother's face. Oops.

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"Attention, attention," Harry announced from his position near his wife and best friends. He stood up, raising his glass of fizzing lemonade as he did. Ginny, for some reason, paused in the rapid shoveling of food into her mouth, her eyes slightly widening as she followed her husband with her eyes.

"I would like to say, first off, welcome to the Grangers, even though it is not my place to say so as I am a recent member of the Weasley family myself," Harry stated, to muffled chuckles and Teddy's "Then why doesn't he sit down?"

"I'm glad to see that you all are getting along, and it makes me even happier—" here Harry glanced down at his seemingly petrified wife "—to finally make the announcement we have been waiting to make."

Mrs. Weasley's knife clattered onto her plate with a large bang, and Ginny proceeded to choke on her mouthful of ham.

"WE'RE HAVING A BABY!"

Screams of joy erupted around the table, and Ginny covertly ducked under it as her mother advanced with surprising speed and agility to deliver crushing hugs to whoever was within one kilometer of the dining room.

"I KNEW IT!" Hermione was shouting, dancing around the table with Harry while the Weasley parents bestowed hugs upon everyone. "I KNEW IT, GIN, YOU KNOW I KNEW IT!"

"My baby girl!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "My little baby witch is all grown up!"

Victoire was positively howling with joy for a little cousin that was a girl, and Fleur sat calmly at the table, grinning in happiness in a way that a French lady is never supposed to grin. Bill, George, and Percy were pulling Ginny up by the arms to get a "good look at our little sis before she turns into a big bloated whale", and it was then that Hermione noticed her boyfriend sitting silently at the table.

"Ron?" she murmured.

"Err-yeah, I'm…I'm alright, it's just that…" Ron paused, furrowing his brows. "My best mate, who is married to my sister, knocked her up."

"Well yes, dear, they're married,"
"Oh come on, Ronniekins," George muttered, coming around to face Ron. "Don't ruin their proclamation with your big brother bullshit, you know married people have sex and often reproduce,"

"Well yeah, but…" Ron was interrupted by the presence of his little sister, and he rose from the table and looked down at her from his towering position.

"Hi, Ron." She said evenly, gauging his reaction. "See, if it was up to me, I would've told you first, and gone around the family telling them individually unlike SOME PEOPLE who don't believe in PRIVACY in any WAY shape or FORM so I'm just letting you know, Ron, that I thought of you,"

"Ginny, I--" Interrupted by George ("Hey, don't I get a thought from my baby sis?"), Ron threw him a look and just enveloped her in a bone-crushing hug instead ("Ronniekins, we don't want the baby to come out squished, now do we?").

Hermione smiled, taking her friend's hand after Ron released it. "I'm so happy for you, Gin,"

Ginny smiled, as only a soon-to-be new mother can smile. "You'll know what this is like in a few years, 'Mione, just wait for it,"

At that very moment, Harry stood up on his chair. "Attention, family, our generation has another announcement as well!"

Hermione furrowed her brows at the immediate silence that came, watching every person grind to a halt at the exact place they were standing.

"Harry, what's--"

Hermione felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around, only to see her slightly pink-faced boyfriend standing directly behind it. It was only when he got down on one knee and cleared his throat that Hermione registered what was going on.

"Oh…" she said weakly, glad she was wearing her best dress. "Oh, my…"

"Hermione Granger, we have dated for five whole years. I've met your parents and finally they've met mine, and I remembered what you said and went to your mum and dad for permission before I decided to ask you what I'm about to ask you tonight."

He looked up at his girlfriend, admiration clearly written on his face. "I love you, Hermione Granger, and you're the best thing to ever happen to me. Will you marry me?"

The last sentence was drowned out by a screech and a "YEEEEEESSSS!" from an uncharacteristically bouncy and teary Hermione Granger. Only when Ron interpreted her screech as a nod of consent did he slip the ring he was hiding in his pocket on her finger, jump up and grab her in his arms.

Then, the chaos and noise exploded once again in a cacophony of joy and good wishes.

"How does it feel, finally being a part of the family, Herms?" George said gleefully, thumping Hermione on the shoulder. He lovingly boxed Ron's ears. "He's been trying to get the nerve up for this for months."

"Oh, Ron," Hermione tuned out the rest of the family for a moment, focusing on her parents standing behind her future husband.

"I know," he said, bashfully. "I'm really good at the romantic stuff, aren't I?"

End.