A few weeks had passed since Hermione and George had received the news about their baby. They both had started to get more excited about the baby. They had even had an appointment to find out the gender of the baby and had planned to announce their news to the rest of the Weasley’s at dinner that evening. They had the Healer write the gender down and put it in an envelope so that even Hermione and George wouldn’t know until that night. Hermione had begun to show slightly, but was well-hidden by her over-coat. George hadn’t been able to stop smiling for days. He was going to be a dad. Hermione was carrying his baby and he couldn’t be happier. He wrapped his arm around Hermione’s growing waist and looked at her lovingly.
“Ready, love?” He asked her.
“Yes.” Hermione smiled up at him as they walked over to the fireplace and flooed to the Burrow. For the first time in a very long time, both Hermione and George were completely happy. Neither had had nightmares in weeks and they hadn’t fought in a while. They were both completely and utterly content with where they were in life. George threw the powder down and the flames engulfed them and transported them to the Burrow. Suddenly, there were arms wrapping around both of them and whispers of how good it was to see them. Hermione couldn’t help but smile even wider. She was home. This was her family. And they were as happy to see her as she was to see them. Mrs. Weasley broke up the group in order to eat.
“Dears, sit. Eat. You can hound the two of them afterwards.” Mrs. Weasley told them. And Hermione and the rest of the Weasley’s found their seats around the large table that was overflowing with food. The first few minutes were full of chewing and utensils scarping plates. Hermione kept catching George’s eye from next to her and both couldn’t stop grinning at one another. Once most everyone was done eating dessert, George nodded towards Hermione. Hermione stood, slightly nervous all of the sudden. Their reactions to the news could go two ways: they could be completely happy and supportive or they could not approve. After all her years with the Weasley’s, Hermione honestly didn’t know which way this would go. George saw the nervousness flicker across her face and stood with her and grabbed her hand in his and her nerves melted away just like that.
“We have some news.” George said, causing every member of the family to turn their attention to him and Hermione. Now it was George’s turn to feel nervous. His mouth went a little dry and he lost his train of thought for a second.
“What is it?” Mrs. Weasley asked, slightly concerned.
“I’m pregnant.” Hermione uttered out. The words sort of jumped out of her mouth. Everyone was just blinking at them. Mr. Weasley was the first to speak.
“Well, I think it’s brilliant. A little unexpected since you two aren’t even married, but brilliant none the less. Congratulations.” He said standing to hug his son and Hermione. The rest of the family stood to offer their congratulations as well.
“I’m so happy for you Hermione.” Ron told her, kissing her cheek. She smiled at him in return.
“I’m excited for you. You deserve this.” Harry whispered into her ear.
“I’m going to be a grandmother!” Mrs. Weasley gushed, hugging Hermione tight. The family stood around a bit talking about the future Weasley. Hermione felt so complete in that moment. She felt like she belonged to something again.
“Oh, we have some other news too!” George said.
“Who wants to know the gender of the baby?” Hermione said, touching her stomach lovingly. The whole Weasley clan begged to know. Hermione tore open the envelope and there in clear writing was the gender of her unborn child. Her eyes watered and she touched her hand to her mouth.
“Mione? Are you okay?” George asked worriedly. Hermione nodded her head.
“Well, what is it?” asked an impatient Ginny. Hermione grabbed George’s hand and brought both their hands to her stomach and said one word. “Fred.”
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