Surprise! An early update! I've got another snow day off from school (I'm beginning to really miss the warm, summer sun!) so I decided to go ahead and update.
Tell me what you think. This is a continuation of #2 Clocks and #7 "I have an announcement to make!"
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own anything. It's incredibly saddening, but I'll have to live with it.
#14 "Will somebody please tell me what's going on?"
A few weeks later, Hermione and Ginny were back at the Burrow, this time accompanied by their fiancés. Dinner was to start in a few minutes, but Ron still had not shown up with Lavender.
"Calm down, Mione. It'll be fine. I'm here so he can't do anything to hurt you if he gets too angry," Draco ran his hands up and down her jean-clad thighs to comfort the anxious curly-headed witch.
On the other side of the room, Blaise reassured Ginny of the same thing. Ron really had a temper, and he did crazy things when he lost it. Everyone knew that.
"They should be here soon. Ron's hand on the clock moved to 'traveling' a second ago. Sit down at the table everyone," Mrs. Weasley buzzed about, sending plates floating through the air.
Ron came stumbling out of the fireplace, Lavender clung to his arm the second she popped out of the fireplace behind him. Harry and Luna greeted the couple, along with the rest of the Weasley clan. Hermione, Ginny, and their very Slytherin fiancés only glanced to each other, a worried look on their faces.
Not being used to this treatment from his sister and one of his best friends, Ron gave a disgruntled snort, "Well don't let me ruin your mood. Nice to see you all, too. Hi, Mione. Hi, Gin," he made his hello's to the two girls despite their cold shoulder and customarily ignored Blaise and Draco.
The entire meal passed in much the same manner. The two pregnant girls barely acknowledged the temperamental redhead and his blond tart of a girlfriend. Draco and Blaise talked freely with everyone else. They reassured their nervous partners, who were doing surprinsingly well at keeping a straight face.
After dinner, Mrs. Weasley ushered Ron and Lavender into the living room, telling them they had something important to hear. This gave the couples some time to get their nerves together.
Once Mrs. Weasley returned, Hermione's calm, collected façade faded away. She completely freaked, "I can't do this! I just can't. He's going to be impossible!"
Ginny's worry crept through, too, "Blaise, what if he throws things like he did when we announced our engagement?"
All of the Weasley's tried their best to comfort the girls. They spoke calmly, attempting to soothe the hormonal girls.
Blaise and Draco ran their hands through their hair, equally nervous and worried about the outcome of revealing their news. The two young witches continued their ranting and chatter, pacing about frantically. Mrs. Weasley fluttered about behind them, not helping the slightest bit.
They must have been making quite a ruckus because Ron and Lavender were standing by the door to the living room, eyes wide at the chaotic sight before them.
"Hey!" Ron shouted, but no one heard him, "Hey!" he tried again. Nothing.
"Will somebody please tell me what's going on?" that got their attention. The kitchen was so quiet, you could hear a quill drop. Everyone who was bustling around the tiny room seconds before was now frozen in place. No one knew what to say.
Hermione, plucking up her confidence, spoke up, "Uh, well, Gin and I- have some new."
"Well let's hear it then," he insisted, wrapping his arm around the confused blond next to him.
"Well, Ron. We're uh- we're… pregnant," everyone cringed, waiting for him to explode with anger. His younger sister and former love pregnant by two of the biggest Slytherin pricks. Before they married. It would definitely be enough to throw him into a fit of rage.
Ron Weasley shocked everyone. He broke into a huge grin and pulled Ginny then Hermione into a hug.
"Oh, that's great! I'm going to have more nieces and nephews! Congrats, mates," he shook hands with Blaise and Draco. They were shocked into silence once again.
Ginny, however, was a different story, "You're not going to freak out? That's- that's it?"
Hermione moved over to Ron and put a hand on his forehead, "No fever…" she murmured while biting her lip, "Are you sure you're feeling well?"
Ron laughed happily and pulled Lavender further into his arms. She was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, "I feel fine, guys. I'm just… ecstatic. Lav…" he gestured for her to speak.
"I'm pregnant, too!" she cheered. Every jaw in the room dropped. No one had expected that one.
"What?" Hermione gasped, looking back and forth from Ron to Lavender.
Mrs. Weasley overcame the shock and burst into tears, "Oh! I'm going to have three grandkids soon! I can't- I can't believe this!"
Luna's tinkling, wistful voice piped up from the long table. A small smile graced her lips, "Uh.. Well, actually, I'm pregnant, as well."
Hermione and Ginny laughed in disbelief, pulling her into a hug. The look on Harry's face was priceless.
"I'm… I- I- I… I'm going to be a father?" he grinned, a mixture of joy and overwhelming shock evident on his face.
"How is this even possible!" Ginny wondered, "All four of us?"
Draco and Blaise stared at each other, jaws on the floor. Four pregnant girls that would undoubtedly be spending a lot of time together. Oh, boy. Their lives were going to get incredibly stressful in a few months.
Mr. Weasley's smile couldn't get any bigger. The family just kept getting bigger and bigger. Soon, they would need to add on another wing just to make room for everyone. He gave his wife a gentle kiss, his eyes sparkling with happiness. His family. Every single one of them were a part of his ever-growing family.
Surprised? :) I doubt you guys were expecting that one. I wasn't even expecting it when I wrote it!
I don't know where it all came from, but that would certainly be hectic to deal with. Four pregnant women? Wow.
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