George smirked as the orange ball of fur jumped into my arms, "Not that mangy runaway, but one that looks just like him."

How did he know Crookshanks ran away? "Why is it here?"

"I thought the house was too quiet while I was at work," he shrugged, "And this thing will cause enough noise. He about chewed my fingers off while I put him in the box."

I shifted the feline onto my shoulder as I glanced down at his hands he held out. Angry red marks scored the palms and back of his hands. His fingertips had bandaids all over them.

I set the cat down and took ahold of his wrist, guiding him towards the kitchen, "And you didn't heal them why?"

"I figured you'd kiss them better."

I tried to hide my smile, but it didn't work. He saw it and his grin widened. It was quickly a grimace as I thrust his hand into the alcohol and the sting became noticed.

He hissed in pain.

"Oops, I thought I warned you," I shot back, smirking.

"Minx."

"Jerk," I shot back. He gasped in mock hurt as I healed his "battle-scars."

"What're you gonna name 'im, love?" George asked as I drained the bowl down the sink and picked the fluff ball from the sofa in the living room.

"I'm thinking..." I gazed into the most adorable blue eyes. "Jinx. You are a Jinx, aren't you?"

A gruffed meow came out in response. George rested his head on my shoulder and I felt him smiling into my neck, "Welcome to the family, Jinx."

His comment made me smile and I turned my head so I could peck his forehead with my lips.

"But she isn't the first to," I told him, biting my lip secretively as his arms tightened around my waist.

"What do you mean?"

"You know how... we had lots of fun on our honeymoon?" I asked him, smirking slightly.

George snorted, nodding as he pressed his lips into my shoulder. "What about it, love?"

"Well that was not too long ago, right?" I mentioned, stalling for as long as I could.

"Sure, it was yesterday we just got back."

"And you know how your mother was here?"

He nodded slowly, "What did Mum say?"

"Well," I started. "There's a thing that happens, you know, when you get-" I blushed, "Intimate with each other and don't use protection."

"Riiiight," George said, confused as to where I was going."

"Well, this morning, I took the coffee from Molly, right?" He nodded, although he didn't know. "And I took a sip-"

"If you wanted to tell me how your day went, Hermione-"

"I'm pregnant!" I said before I could stop myself. It burst out. I blushed furiously and threw my hand to my mouth. "Oh my god, I totally didn't mean to tell you like that."

"For sure?" George asked.

"Not for completely sure," I shifted Jinx in my arms. "But... I just have a feeling. And my gut is never wrong."

It was silent for a moment and George's eyes never left mine. All of the sudden, I was pulled into a tight hug and spun around. Jinx growled and lept from my arms. "You don't know how happy I am!" I was suddenly let go and I caught my balance just before I crashed to the ground. "I'm going to be a dad."

I gave a smile to him, timidly, "Yeah, you really are."

"And you're going to be a mum," George stated, looking me over. "At eighteen."

I shrugged, "Can't be better than all those teenage statistics, can I?"

He smiled suddenly and grabbed me once more, twirling me around, "Let's spread the good news!"

"George!" I cried as he dropped me suddenly and took off. I barely was able to stay standing as I nearly lost my balance from the fall.

"What?" he popped his head back in from the front door, his body hidden in the hall.

"Don't you think we should be sure first? And you shouldn't be leaving me behind if it was true!" I tried to be stern, angry, but well, I couldn't. It was George.

He seriously considered this for a moment, "What are you waiting for! Cast the spell!"

I shook my head, "It's not that simple. You need to go to Muggle London, to a drug store," I told him simply, sitting on the couch. "And get me a pregnancy test."

"But-" George protested.

"I'm doing this the Muggle way, George," I insisted, grabbing Witch's Weekly. I nonchalantly flipped through the pages and George groaned.

"What's it look like?"

I looked up, grinning, "A box, it says Pregnancy test on it. Ask the clerk for a six days before test."

"Six days before?"

"Just do it, George," I smirked, returning back to my magazine.

"Fine, fine," he muttered. "You owe me."

"No, I don't," I giggled.

He left and I smirked. He was going to have a blast. I didn't have to wait... too long. It took him an hour. Which it probably would have taken me fifteen minutes at most, but he had no idea what he was doing.

The door opened and George was panting, "Bloke wouldn't take my money! I just took it and ran!"

"Did you use the Muggle money that I left in the coffee can?" I asked nonchalantly.

He flushed as he dropped the paper bag on the table. "Uh, about that-"

"You stole these?" I asked, smiling to myself, but hiding it with the magazine.

"Uh-" I looked at him to find him scratching his neck, "I was kinda in a hurry."

I looked at the bag next and my eyes widened slightly when I found it overflowing. "I said buy one."

"Did you know there are about a thousand different things out there for this stuff!" George exclaimed. I jumped back slightly at his outburst, but then giggled.

"George, I'm sorry," I giggled out, and he frowned teasingly.

I set the magazine down, and stood, causing Jinx to leap off my lap with a growl. I grabbed the back and 'oofed' as the bag was heavier than I expected. I shook my head, and headed for the bathroom.

After digging through the bag, I found the six days before test and took that one. I put the five sticks in the sink and threw the trash away.

"George!" I called.

Pounding footsteps and George was at the door. "Yes!"

I took his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. "Two lines mean yes, one line means no."

He took a step closer to the sink and I rolled my eyes, leaning on the wall. I still didn't let go of his hand. This moment could change my life forever. I couldn't even look.

"What's it say?" I asked after five minutes.

George spun around, jumping, and pulled me close to him. I blushed lightly as his grip tightened around me. "Let's go now!"

I peeked under his arm and saw four out of five of them had two lines. Pregnant.

I forced a smile on my face and kissed George's cheek. "Can I change first? I still am in my pajamas."

He let me go and looked me over, "Nah, you're beautiful in that. Let's go-"

"George!" I gasped as we apparated. I flushed, embarrassed, as we landed on the front steps of the Burrow. "George, I hate you!"

"Nah, I'm far too good looking," George said cockily as he opened the door. "Mum! It's George!"

"And Hermione!" I added, shooting George a glare.

"Oh, what are you doing here so late, dearies?" Molly appeared from the living room, the Prophet in her hands.

"We have great news!" George exclaimed, rushing to his mother's side. Leaving me to stand by the door like an idiot. I bit my lip and gave her a small smile, timidly.

"Yes?" she asked cautiously.

"Hermione's pregnant!" George cried.

I giggled slightly at how excited he was.

Molly's face lit up, and she hugged George fiercly before pulling me into a tight hug.

"I'm so proud of you guys," she murmured into my hair.

"Thanks, Molly," I whispered back.

"How long have you known?"

I laughed at that, "I told George that I had a feeling. He flew off, sto-got some tests from a Muggle store, and so about four seconds before arriving?" I guessed.

"Oh! Tomorrow's Sunday!" Molly gasped. "We are having a brunch, and you better come this time, George."

"Mum, we just got back from our honeymoon. Don't you think we should catch up on some lost sleep?"

Molly flushed and then I realized how she took that sentence. I whacked George's chest, "George!" My own cheeks tinted red.

"What? The time difference is crazy!" George defended. "Damn, woman!"

I smacked his chest once more and said under my breath so Molly wouldn't hear, "She thinks we had ... sex all the time!"

"But we did..." George pointed out.

I sighed and shook my head, "That's not the point I was making."

"Hermione, dear, have you told anyone else yet?"

I shook my head, "Not yet. I'm thinking we'll tell everyone over brunch tomorrow?"

"Lovely!" Molly smiled, kissing my cheeks. "Well it's late dears. I think I'm going to head to bed. You both should return home."

"Yes, Mum," George smirked.

After saying our goodbyes, we apparated home and I cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, saving one to put in a keepsake box.

"You coming to bed?" I asked George, who was pouring over some papers.

He glanced at me, "Sure am."

I nodded, "Don't stay up too late, then."

I reached the bedroom, leaving him to do whatever he was doing, and gently pulled back the covers. As I slid in, I turned by back to George's empty side and closed my eyes. Just as I was about to drift off, warm arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to the owner's chest. "You left without me."

"Sorry," I murmured, turning over so I was staring George in the eyes. The blue orbs seemed to glow in the night.

"Shouldn't we be celebrating?"

I giggled as I was flipped on my back, "George!"

He hovered over me and pressed his lips lightly to mine. "I'm glad we were paired together, Hermione."

I flushed and thought about what he had said yesterday. Was it just a slip or did he mean it?

I kissed him back, pulling George's shirt off as I pulled him closer to me, "I'm glad we were, too."

I fell asleep a few hours later with a smile on my face, a good feeling in my heart. Today was my first official day into pre-motherhood.

SO I lied... It was about three weeks later, I hope you liked it! This chapter made me smile, just because of the fluff! What do you think? Amazing? I think so too. Please, review! And give me suggestions for names!

-Nastya