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Family by harrypotterishot

Format: Novella
Chapters: 8
Word Count: 27,443
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Arthur, Molly, Fred, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny

First Published: 07/19/2006
Last Chapter: 04/25/2008
Last Updated: 04/25/2008

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Ron and Hermione are about to start a family, whether they're ready or not. Watch them as they make their journey though pregnancy and the miracle of life. Chapter 6 is finally up! The story continues!

Chapter 2: Stop That!

Chapter Two: Stop That!

Hermione woke up not three hours after her twilight escapades with her husband, right at daybreak. She felt the inside of her belly lurch, and something hit her bladder hard. She grunted, looking to her side to see that Ron had already left for work. Sighing, she noticed that a small yellow post-it was stuck to the bedpost, flickering back and forth from the fan that cooled the room. She reached out, her fingertips brushing the edge of it, and caught it between her pointer and middle fingers, peeling it off the bed and bringing it into her view.

Enjoyed last night very much. If your up for it, we can meet up for lunch before we go shopping.

Love you,


She grinned, sticking the yellow paper to the lamp beside her. She knew she should get out of bed, but she knew that if she did, then Baby may get agitated and take it out on her (very important and needed) internal organs. It was times like these she wished she could take Ron up on his offer. He often told her that if he could do anything to make the pregnancy more pleasant for her, he would. During her first trimester, when she was puking her insides out, she often silently wished he could be the one with his head in the toilet half the night. And now, she wished it again, wishing Baby was kicking his intestines, and his liver, and his kidneys instead of hers.

Somehow, Baby read her mind, and decided that the comment upset it. It delivered another kick, this time to Hermione's belly. She had her hands resting upon her swollen tummy at the time, and felt the vibrations of the kick.

"Stop that!" She moaned, knowing that, if the baby was like its father, it would respond by kicking her again, just for spite. It didn't. Hermione sighed, slowly moving her legs over the side of the bed. She groaned as she tried to sit up and failed, her stomach was too large and she had to use the bedside table to pull herself up. "I knew I'd regret marrying him someday." Hermione joked to herself, not meaning it at all, and knowing that if she had been married to any other man, she probably wouldn't have gotten pregnant so easily, and when she was pregnant, the baby would have a mild temperment. But no, she fell in love with a guy who had a temper and attitude to match his fiery red hair, and she knew that their child would be quite a dangerous mix. Ginny had told her that the baby would be stubborn, very smart, and bossy, with an attitude and bright red hair. Which meant, she continued, that their two babies would get along just fine. Hermione smiled as she made her way to the loo, recalling that conversation she'd had with her sister-in-law only a few weeks ago. After a quick shower, Hermione found the nice maroon sleeveless top that Angelina had bought her, and her favorite blue-jean maternity shorts that Ron had gotten her as a gift. Yet another perk of being pregnant, she thought: Everyone is buying you clothes.

When Hermione stepped into the dining room, she noted that it was seven in the morning. Her appointment with her midwife was at eight, so she had a while. The house was quiet in the morning, when everyone was at work, and Hermione was left home by herself. She went to take down a box of cereal, but noticed yet another post-it note on the microwave. Hermione curiously walked over and peeled it off. She grinned.

Woke up early and made you breakfast. Hope you like it.



She stuck the note to the counter, and opened the microwave to see her favorites: bacon, sausage, and pancakes with fruit syrup. She grinned wider, mentally noting to let last night happen more often. She could still feel th heat coming from the food, and decided not to heat it any more. She removed it and made her way to the table. She gasped and nearly dropped the plate when she saw a single red rose resting before her chair at the table. There was no note attatched to this, but she knew it was from Ron. She wanted to apparate to quidditch practice right then and there, and kiss him. After a minute of thought, she decided against it, and figured that she would thank him in an owl and with a kiss when they met up for lunch. She took a piece of paper and quicky jotted down a thanks, and that she'd love to go to lunch once she was done. She took their owl - Harry and Ron had decided to call him Errol the Second - and tied the note to it's foot.

"Go to Ron. You know where he is. And if he decides not to respond, he's busy, so don't hurt him... again." She recalled the last time she'd owled Ron at work. He'd come home with a scar on his ear where Errol (the Second) had harassed him for a reply. "Good boy." She told the owl, stroking his head. She opened the window and released him, and Errol (the Second) flew in the direction of Ron. Once that was done, Hermione settled down at the kitchen table, and began to eat. When she had finished, the placed the plate in the sink - Ron would wash them earlier, like he always did - and went back to the bedroom. She brushed her hair and pulled it back out of her face and into a low ponytail. She grabbed her small purse and, once casting the locking spell on the door, left the house.

Ron and Hermione had a nice home on the outskirts of London. They had decided to move there because it was closer to Ron's workplace, and it seemed like a nice, quiet place to raise the large family they expected to have. It was a large white house, with eight bedrooms, a guest room, a large kitchen and dining room, four bathrooms, and a deck that overlooked the backyard. Ron had deemed that once their first child reached three, he and Harry were going to build a quidditch pitch in that backyard. Hermione had been worried about the house at first, wondering what they would do with the bedrooms. Ron had laughed.

"If it comes to it, we'll make the kids share rooms." She had punched his arm playfully, telling him that's not quite what she meant. But she still laughed too, because the Weasley charm had gotten to her once more.

She gave the house a quick glance before setting off to the healer. It wasn't that long of a walk to the portkey that she and Ron used to get to St. Mungo's, but even if it was Hermione had no choice. She and Ron had experimented with the methods of transportation a pregnant woman could use. Flooing made her sick to her stomach, and apparating made her pass out. The only way they would travel long distances was with a portkey, or with Ron apparating the two - really, three - of them. Hermione had gotten used to this handicap of sorts, and had taken a liking to walking places. She got to the portkey, which was a bright yellow fire-hydrant, and took a deep breath before placing her hand on it. She shut her eyes tight and held her breath as she spun around. She kept repeating the same thing in her mind: Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick.

Her wish was granted as she came to a stop. She steadied herself, and then opened her eyes. She was in the main office of St. Mungos. She made her way to the correct floor, and then to the Welcome Witch at the beginning of that floor.

"Hello. I have an appointment with Healer Kendall Beland." Hermione noted that the young witch reminded her of Tonks. She had striking blue hair that flowed down her back. Her eyes were deep violet.

"You're Hermione Granger!" The witch identified her, and Hermione blushed. "Harry Potter's friend!"

"It's Weasley, actually." Hermione corrected her. "It's been so for nearly two years." This time the witch - whose nametag read Mena - blushed.

"I'm sorry!" She paused, then looked at Hermione again. "Weasley, as in Ronald Weasley?" Hermione nodded.

"It's Ron, and yes, that's him." Hermione grinned, somewhat embarassed at the attention that Mena was drawing over. Half the waiting area was looking at them now, apparently facinated that Hermione was there. This wasn't new, it had happened before, but not in over a year. It was the worst after the war, when Harry defeated Voldermort.

"I always thought you'd end up with him. You're a cute couple. My friend Tessa said that you and Harry'd end up together, because the hero thing, but I told her that him and that Weasley girl were an item, and she changed her mind." Mena gushed. Hermione blushed.

"Harry and I are friends. And he's married to Ginny Weasley." She said. Before Mena continued, Hermione cut it off. "Can I just have the forms? Please?" Mena blushed, noticing she'd embarassed herself and Hermione, and handed Hermione the forms. Hermione thanked her, and went to sit down in a cushy blue chair. She filled out the forms, and handed them back into Mena without a word. When she sat back down, it was 7:57. She sat back against the wall and shut her eyes, hoping that a three minute nap would help catch her up on her lack of sleep the past few months. She had begun to drift off when a door clicked, opening.

"Weasley, Hermione?" A voice called. Hermione groaned, managing to stand up and make her way to the open doorframe. Hermione walked in the door to see a woman who couldn't be over thirty five years old. Her face had a kind appearance, and her bright hazel eyes were welcoming. She had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail. As soon as Hermione entered the room, the woman stood up. She walked over and gave Hermione a soft hug.

"You must be Hermione." She said, sticking out her hand. Hermione shook it, and smiled politely, nodding. "I'm Healer Beland, but you can call me Kendall, alright?" Hermione nodded as Kendall led her over to a soft beige chair. She sat down, and Kendall returned to her position behind her desk. "You were recommended by Harry and Ginny Potter, it says here." She made a reference to her papers, the ones Hermione had filled out while she had waited to be called in. Hermione nodded.

"My sister-in-law and my best friend turned brother-in-law." Hermione told Kendall. Kendall nodded.

"Wonderful people, great parents too. Oliver is a doll." Kendall pushed away a packet of paper. "Before we get down to all the technical aspect of all this, let's talk about you and your husband. Tell me about him!" Hermione grinned. She loved to talk about Ron, but usually it was only to Ginny, because Harry didn't like to hear about how his best mate liked it in the bedroom.

"Well, his name's Ron Weasley. We've been married for nearly a year and a half, and Harry is surprised that we don't already have a baby and another on the way right now." Hermione began, laughing as she recalled Harry placing a bet that, nine months after the honeymoon, the first Ron-Hermione offspring would make it's way into the world.

"Why is that?" Kendall asked. Hermione blushed.

"The Weasley's... they're a very... fertile family." Kendall laughed, and Hermione continued on about her husband. "Anyway, Ron works with the Cannon's. He's the keeper, he has been for 2 years now. He got the job while we were dating, I think it's the best thing that's ever happened to him. Of course, whenever I try and tell him so, he always disagrees and says that the baby and I are the best things that have ever happened to him, and that I should have known that." She smiled. "We started off with a love/hate relationship. Back in fourth year, at Hogwarts, was when I first developed feelings for him. By fifth year, we knew it was love but were too stubborn to admit it to ourselves or each other. After sixth year, things kept progressing. He kissed me at Bill Weasley's wedding, and we didn't completely talk over our feelings until the war was over. We talked about it for months, and finally decided that the time was right, and we became an official couple. We only dated for two months before we were engaged, and not three months later we were married. He took me on a honeymoon to Austraila. It was incredibly beautiful there. I'd read about it, and seen pictures, but never gone. I guess I'd mentioned it to him, because not two hours into our wedding reception, he pulled me aside and Apparated us there." Hermione laughed. "Not that I recall that much of Sydney. We only left the hotel room twice; Once to stock up on food to keep Ron satisfied, and the second time to buy souviners to make it seem like we had been out and about all week." Kendall laughed.

"Very active, would you say?" She asked. Hermione blushed again.

"Quite." She answered. "We thought the pregnancy would slow things down, but...", Hermione shook her head, laughing. "It hasn't."

"You just wait!" Kendall told her. "Does he know that there's a two month shag-free period after the baby is born?"

"He'll die." Hermione laughed again, finding herself already incredibly comfortable in front of this woman she'd met five minutes ago.

"So, tell me about this pregnancy." Kendall picked up the paper's she had pushed away moments ago. "How many months along are you?"

"Five and a half. I'm 25 weeks in." Hermione told her matter-of-factly.

"Good, very good. Have you had your first antenatal visit yet?"

"I'm going in two weeks, with Healer Johanna Morgan." Hermione stated. As she did so, she felt the baby give her insides a swift kick. "Ow!" She squeaked, trying to be as quiet and unnoticeable as possible.

"What is it?" Kendall stood up and looked ready to make a dash for the door to call in another healer.

"Baby's kicking." Hermione breathed. "It's nothing, I swear. Baby's been doing it all morning, I think it's angry with me." Hermione managed a smile.

"Well, now that we're on this topic," Kendall began, sitting back down, "Since you're in your 25th week, the kicking will become more prominent and recurring. You may even feel some practice contractions around your 27th week. Have you felt any contractions yet?" Hermione shook her head. Kendall nodded, writing something down on her paper, then looking back up at Hermione. "So, the baby's been kicking for a while now, right?"

"Yes," Hermione smiled. "Baby's been kicking my insides all week. I was worried when it started, but Ron assured me it was natural." Hermione recalled. She found it so odd - Ron found it humorous - that she knew nearly nothing about being pregnant. During Hogwarts, Hermione studied and read to learn everything she could before she had a test. She prepared herself. This was completely different. Not only was the pregnancy itself a surprise, but not knowing what to do when your period doesn't come, when you're puking up everything you eat, when your breasts won't fit inside your bra anymore... it was a little scary at first. Ron, however, seemed to be the pregnancy expert. Maybe it was because his family was so large, fertile, and full of babies, or maybe it was because he had read a ton of books so that he would know what to do when the time came. Hermione didn't know how he did it, but was so thankful for her husband and his help. And Ron... Ron had enjoyed knowing things that Hermione did not, while the time lasted. During her third month, she and Ginny had went out and bought four books on pregnancy. After that, Hermione and Ron were on about the same level, which Ron didn't mind... that much.

"Is he a big help?" Kendall asked. Hermione smiled, nodding.

"Absolutely. Especially when we first found out. He was so incredibly excited... "

* five months and one week ago... *

"Ron!" Hermione shouted, sitting on their bathroom floor and leaning up against the cold, blue tiled walls. It was the beginning ot March, and the chill had crept into their house, even with the heating on.

"What?" He replied from down the hall in the kitchen. She could smell his delicious cooking. Tonight, it smelt like he was making roast and veggies, one of her favorites and one of his specialities. She silently thanked Molly Weasley for teaching her children how to cook.

"Come here." She said quietly, staring at the cup that was perched upon their bathroom sink. Her stomach was a mixture of emotions. She was so incredibly excited, but was nervous at the same time. She and Ron had made the decicion not to prevent the conception of a child, deciding to leave it up to fate to decide when they were ready to have a baby. It has been two months since that decicion had occured. She hadn't expected fate to intervine this soon. Of course she was excited, she wanted nothing more than to be a mum, especially to Ron's child. The only problem was... she knew nothing of pregnancy, or having a baby. And there was, of course, the fact that Ron may not have been wanting a child right now...

"I'm cooking, sunshine, the roast may burn!" He called back. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"The roast can wait, I assure you." She told him. She heard a spoon clatter as he dropped it on the counter. Footsteps could be heard in the hall, and the twisting os a doorknob made her heart skip.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ron stuck his head in the bathroom door. When he saw that his wife was propped up against the wall, he stepped in and walked over, knealing down beside her and resting a hand on her shoulder. "You called?"

"Ron... you remember about two months ago, when we stopped using the contraceptive spell?" Hermione planned on dragging it out as long as she could, but Ron was much smarter when it came to this "game" of sorts than she expected him to be.

"Are we?" Ron asked anxiously, looking around to see if he'd find clues to answer his on inquiry. He found it, the cup on the bathroom sink with urine inside. It had a white stick-like thing poking out, and the tip of it was... pink. What was pink, Ron thought back... what did pink mean? Pink... p was for.. possibility? No, no... it was... pink... positive! "We are! Hermione, are you pregnant?" Ron was so excited, she could feel it in his voice. She couldn't help but grin when she nodded.

"I am." She answered, blushing. "I'm pregnant, Ron." Ron lept up from his siting position and used his hand to steady himself against the wall.

"Wow." He murmured. "Wow, wow, wow!" He took Hermione's hands and pulled her off the ground, lifting her in the air and spinning her around. Hermione tossed her head back and laughed, smiling brightly. She knew he'd be excited, but... she hadn't known he wanted a family so badly! "We're gonna be parents, 'Mione! A mum! And a dad!"

"I know!" Hermione squealed in return. He suddenly stopped, bringing her back down to him, their noses touching.

"I shouldn't have done that! I might hurt our baby twirling you like that!" Ron muttered, capturing her lips in his. Hermione laughed.

"No, you wouldn't hurt the baby, but you might've made me sick!" Ron smiled, kissing her on the lips again. He pulled back, but she hadn't quite gotten enough of him yet, and quickly leaned back in to steal another kiss... and another... and another... and another... and another....

* back to present day... *

Hermione came out of her reverie, blinking a few times. Kendall laughed again.

"You're a lucky one, Mrs. Weasley. My husband knew nothing when I was pregnant with our first child. I had to learn it all by experience." Hermione laughed, and settled back against her chair. "So, is it a boy or a girl?"

"Actually," Hermione began, grinning, "We decided to wait until I give birth. But I have this feeling it's a boy."

"Firstborns are often boys." Kendall agreed.

"It's not that, it's just another one of the Weasley family traits. Ginny Potter was the first Weasley girl in generations." Hermione smiled. "But still, Ron told me he thinks it's a girl, because he read that if one of the spouses works in a stressful enviornment, the chances are higher that the couple will have a girl, and since I was often stressed, I was going to have a girl. So I argued back that science has said that rougher sex may produce a boy, and that that needed no explanation. We ended up laughed our heads off because we made up so many stupid theories on what may influence the sex of the baby." Hermione seemed to be floating away into her own world, and was ready to go on about the discussion she'd had with Ron that night, until she realized that she was probably scaring Healer Beland. "I'm sorry, I just -"

"It's perfectly fine, Hermione. It's good that you're able to talk to me like this, it'll allow us to be closer. I like to be friendly with my clients, helps the birthing process go smoother." Hermione tried to hide her blush - she was still embarassed over what she's slipped - and nodded. "Then Kendall continued. "I think we should probably get down to business... again." She picked up another paper and quill. "I know you mentioned earlier, but who is your regular healer?"

"Johanna Morgan. She works at here as well." The quill Kendall had set out began recording what Hermione had said on it's own.

"Your due date?"

"I'm pretty sure it's November 15th." Hermione said, placing a hand on her belly. Baby kicked again - this time it took it's fetal agression out on what felt like her kidney - and she winced. "Will you stop that?!" She whispered to her unborn through gritted teeth. Kendall looked up.

"Pardon?" She asked. Hermione shook her head.

"Nothing." She maganed, smiling.

"If I trace this date back, Hermione, it seems that the conception date would be between February 10th and 20th." She grinned, and Hermione blushed at her implication, knowing that it was true. "I'm right, aren't I?" Hermione blushed a deeper shade of scarlet.

"A few months before we stopped using the contraceptive spell, and decided to let fate take control." Hermione felt her cheeks burn. "I guess fate decided to be funny."

"That's quite amusing, actually." Kendall smiled. "So, have you had any problems at all?" Hermione shook her head. "I guess I should ask you what your plan is. Do you have one?" Hermione bit her lip as she thought, then nodded.

"I wanted a natural birth, and I would prefer to have the child at home, because it would be more convienent to fit the family in." Hermione smiled as she recalled the birth of Harry and Ginny's son. St. Mungo's had been near terrified because of all the Weasley clan, their children, and their wives. Eventually, it had been narrowed down to Molly and Arthur, Ron and Hermione, Harry, and the healer. All of the other Weasley's had to sign up for seperate time frames to come visit the newest family member. Hermione thought all this to be terribly silly. She didn't think about it until a about a month ago, and she had decided that, with the addition of her own family, there would be no room in a magical hospital when she and Ron's child was born. "Ron's side is so large that they didn't fit into the St. Mungo's waiting room, so with the addition of my ten or less family members, it would be much more convienent to have the birth at the house." Hermione paused to see if she had left anything out. "I think that's it."

"That's a smart choice from what I hear of your large family, Mrs. Weasley. It's also more convienent because there's no need to pack the many bags that women who have their babies at the hospital have to get together." Hermione nodded, and Kendall went on. "I think it may be better for your husband and yourself, and me as well, if you gather any materials you feel you need or would be more comfortable with, and store it in the room you would like to give birth in. Some women store their favorite blankets and some scented candles in that room. It makes it easier if the couple is prepared." Hermione grinned without thinking. "Also, you should set up a portkey. Nothing too large, just a small item that can get a group of five or six to St. Mungos. It's better to be ready in case complications do arise." Hermione felt her heart skip nervously. Apparently Kendall could tell. "Now, Mrs. Weasley, not all pregnancies result in complications. I've helped at least 20 women deliver their babies, and all 20 births have gone without a hitch." Kendall stopped and looked over her papers. "I think I know just about all I needed to find out during our first meeting, Hermione. You don't have any questions, do you?" Hermione shook her head. Kendall straightened the papers and put them in a manilla folder. "Then that's all for today. Our next meeting will be in about a month and a half. We'll owl you in about three weeks to schedule a specific date." Both females arose to shake each others hands again. Hermione told her goodbye, and left the office. She decided to walk to the Leaky Cauldren, since it wasn't that far from the hospital to begin with. She walked for about ten minutes until she saw the entrance. She grinned when she saw the tall red-head standing next to the door. He rushed up to greet her, giving her a long hug, as if she'd been gone for years.

"Mmm..." He sighed as he pulled away. Hermione blushed, looking at her husband questionably.

"What?" She asked, perking a brow. Ron laughed.

"Nothing. Your hair..." He began, brushing his fingers though Hermione's brown locks, "It smells wonderful." She grinned, and greeted him with a peck on the lips. She knew this wasn't enough to please him, and he placed a hand on her cheek, bringing her back in for another kiss. He pulled away smiling, and slid his hand into hers. "Shall we?" He gestured towards the Cauldren with his free hand. She nodded, squeezing his hand.

"We shall." She laughed.

A/N: I'M SOOOOOO SORRY! I would bother you with excuses but part of the wait is that I had some AP work to finish. Do not fear, I'm done with it now! (at least, for now, ha ha). I hate it when people are mad at me but if you are, I guess I can get used to it. I worked on this hard for four days straight, and it's nice and long to make up for my week-long absense and making you all wait. I've just not started chapter three, and I'm working on it in my mind, mainly. Ginny and baby Oliver make an appearance, maybe some other Weasleys, I haven't decided yet. Since I have never been pregnant and do not know how it feels to have something growing inside me, I would like to credit all the websites I have and will use in the future to help me get it right. If you have ever had a child and would like to correct me, feel free. I accept CON-crit (don't tell me I'm horrible, even if I am, which I can't guarentee I won't be!) and reviews. I have decided that I'm going to let my readers (I have like, six, maybe five. that's discouraging!) choose the baby's name. I won't reveal the sex until the big chapter, so if you'd like to put your chouse girl and boy names in the reviews, your name may be used (AND YOU GET A NEW CAR! not really.) But anyway, hoped you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you at the end of chapter three!!