I'm Ready to Start a Family

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

'I'm ready for a family, so marry me.' Everybody at the table went quiet and looked at Ron with disbelief.

'Excuse me?' Hermione snarled.

'You heard me, I'm ready for a family… so marry me.' Ron said a second time.

'Dat iz not ze way to propose, if Bill had … I would have told him to get stuffed.' Fleur snarled.

'This is how you do it little bro.' as George got up from his chair and came around to Hermione's chair. getting down on his knee. 'Hermione Jean Granger, I have liked you from the first year you were at Hogwarts. In the 4th year… the yule ball… I fell in love, you were gorgeous. I want you to finish your education, get a fantastic job, hopefully working at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with me. I will help clean the house, cook and take care of the kids if and when you decide to have them or not. I never thought I would fall in love with you, but I would be honored if you would marry me.' Hermione just sat there in surprise. 'That is how it is supposed to be done.' As George got up, he whispered into her ear. 'I know you need to set him straight first, but I would like an answer soon. Yes, I did propose, will you marry me?' he kissed her cheek and went back to his seat.

'That is how you do it Ron.' Fleur spoke with authority.

'Fine, Hermione will you…' Hermione stopped him before he finished his question.

'No Ron, I don't want to raise two children.'

'What do you mean? I can care for myself.' He huffed.

'No, you can't, you don't help keep the house clean, you can't cook and if I'm not home you go to your mum's to eat.'

'I can cook and clean.' He snarled.

'Ron heating a can of beans up is not cooking. Leaving the can on the counter and the bowl on the table is not helping in anyway. Last week you fell asleep while a pot of beans burned on the stove.' She turned to the rest of the table. 'I came home to the smoke detector going off and he was sleeping, so how will a baby crying wake him?'

'Well, I will help with the baby.' Ron whined.

'Ron, you don't even help with Vicky, as soon as she starts to fuss you pass her off.' George spoke. 'Even I have changed her nappy and fed her.' George added.

'And even if you did help around the house and I can't afford to take time off to have a baby.'

'I work.' Ron sputtered.

'Yes, you do… 20 hours a week but I don't even see that money. I pay for the rent, bills and food. I have one galleon in my pocket to last me the week.'

'Ronald Weasley, you don't even pay for your food? As much as you eat?' Ginny screamed.

'He is the one who didn't like my old apartment and wanted one closer to the pitch. One that was almost twice the cost of the old one, he promised he would help pay for it after I said it was too much.'

'Why didn't you ask for more hours?' George growled.

'I needed time to practice.'

'Ronald you will never be good enough to play professionally, get it thru your think skull, you are a common working git. What do you do with your money?' George asked.

'Well, my quidditch magazines and food.' he said.

'And that stupid Play Wizard every month.' Hermione snarled.

'What is she not good enough.' Bill snarled. 'I stopped buying those when I met Fleur, I don't need to look at another woman's tits to get off.'

'If I had her in my bed, I wouldn't need a magazine to wank off to… a waste of money. Did you even save any money for Hermione's birthday prezzie?' Ron shook his head. 'Ron do you even remember when her birthday is?'

'Um, April…' Ron looked around the room for help.

'Sometime this month.' Bill added.

'Ron, it's today, you oaf. Even Bill knew it was this month and he's not around her all year long.' as George pulled a wrapped package out from under the side table. 'I would have thought as much as you love her you would know when her birthday was and get her something good.'

'I don't have the money to get her something good.' He whined again.

'Ronald, presents don't need to cost a lot it just needs to mean something.' Ginny spat. 'Get her flowers, ask one of us to transfigure something special.' She grabbed the napkin in front of her and transformed it into a delicate carved trinket box. 'Happy Birthday Hermione.' as she handed it over. 'I have your present from me and Harry upstairs.' All of the others at the table gave their birthday wishes.

'Thank you everybody, Ginny, I love it.' Ron huffed.

'So, you don't want to marry me?' Ron growled.

'Really Ron, did you not just listen to her?' George snarled. 'You are not … mature enough for our Hermione. You need to go find some poor girl that wants to care for you and your spawn.'