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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 3: Shopping With A Red-Head

Chapter Three: Shopping With A Red-Head

"I nearly forgot to thank you for the wonderful breakfast this morning. And for that gorgeous rose." Hermione told her husband, kissing his cheek as they walked out of the Leaky Cauldren. Ron gave her hand a tight squeeze.

"You deserved something for what happened last night, I mean, wow, Hermione." Hermione blushed, shaking her head.

"You're such a..." She began, but couldn't finish.

"Such a what?" Ron asked, bumping into her shoulder. Hermione laughed.

"Such a prat!" She playfully shouted, bumping him back. He didn't move, however. He caught her and twirled her around, catching her in his arms so her lips were almost touching his. "You're quite welcome." She said, rising on her toes and pecking his lips. Noting the somwehat confused look on his face, she added, "Last night, dear."

"Oh! Yes." Ron nodded, kissing her again. They stood in that same spot for a while, until a very loud voice inturputed them.

"Please, just get a room already!" Hermione broke away from Ron and whirled around. She squeaked with excitement.

"Ginny!" The red-head grinned, nodding.

"That's what they call me." She responded, shifting the bundle in her arms around to accomadate a hug from Hermione. "Glad to see you!"

"You too! And this little angel as well!" Hermione cooed to the little blue bundle. Ginny moved it again, revealing a tiny baby with a squished up nose, squinted green eyes, and a tuft of dark red hair. Oliver James Potter was a gorgeous baby, all the healers that were in the room during Ginny's delivery didn't mind pointing it out often. He was also a quiet baby, from what Hermione had seen of him. She told Ginny and Harry numerous times that she and Ron would gladly babysit little Oliver, but Ginny refused. She always claimed it was because of Hermione's pregnancy, but both Hermione and Ron knew otherwise. Ginny loved that little infant with everything in her, more than she had loved anything in her entire life, and she wasn't willing to part with him for longer than she had to.

"Want to hold him?" Ginny asked. "After all, you are his god-mum." Hermione's eyes brightened, her arms outstretching.

"I would love to!" She responded. She took the baby, and Ginny stretched her tired arms, weary from holding the baby so long. Free from the burden of the infant, Ginny bent down and placed her hands on Hermione's large belly.

"How's my wittle baby niece?" She asked Hermione's stomach. Hermione rolled her eyes. Time and time again, she'd told Ginny that she and Ron were waiting to find out the gender, and that until then the baby wasn't he or a she. Ginny, however, seemed convinced that the fetus in Hermione's belly was a female. She'd even decided on a name: Bethany Marie. Hermione, after telling Ginny that she didn't like that name very much, had to tell her sister-in-law to stop. It did not stop, however. Every time she saw Ginny, her protruding tummy was greeted with "my wittle niece" or "itty bitty goddaughter". Hermione had thuoght many timea about taking back Ginny's title as Baby's godmother, but decided against it. She could never do that to a friend, especially now that they were technically sisters.

"Gin," Hermione stated firmly, "Remember what we discussed, say, a week ago?" Ginny smirked, nodding.

"Sorry." She said, rubbing Hermione's belly once more before staing up straight again.

"It's alright. It's just, you know that I-"

"Want to remain completely clueless until the big day, I know, I know." Ginny grinned. "So, how did you like Kendall?"

"Wonderful." Hermione answered. "She seemed to adore Oliver." She shifted the baby in her arms. He gurgled, then smiled a toothless grin at her.

"With a mix of Potter and I's traits, who wouldn't adore him?" Hermione laughed. Ginny then turned to Ron. "So, how's work?"

"Same as always, Gin. Interesting. And how's motherhood?" Ron replied jokingly.

"Same as always. Very interesting." Ginny replied. Ron broke eye contact with his sister to look at his wife, who was cooing the infant in her arms. He felt his heart swell with love for her, just watching her rock her godson back and forth in her arms. He began to think to himself. How much longer to I have to wait until I see her rocking our baby? How long until I can kiss my baby's forehead, hold it in my arms, watch it fall asleep... "Ron?" He blinked, looking back over at his sister, who was smirking at him. The smirk then dropped when she noticed his face. "It's a wonderful thing, Ron. It's astonishing. Just looking at him makes me want to cry sometimes, and you know I'm not the weepy type. Aside from Harry, I've never loved anyone more in my life."

"Is it really that... amazing?" Ron asked, his gaze drifiting back over to Hermione, who was now whispering lullabies to the bundle in her arms. "I look at her and Oliver and I just...."

"There aren't any words." Ginny smiled, looking at her son and best friend. "I mean, it's not easy. And it most vertainly is not fun all the time. Ollie has to be changed on an hourly basis, spits milk all over me during feedings, and can cry for hours on only one hour of sleep. But then you look into his eyes and you just... melt." Ron smiled. Ginny stopped, then looked up at her brother. "This gets conversation gets out to anyone, and you're dead, Weasley." She jokingly pushed his chest.

"Don't worry, Potter. I have better things to talk about other than you." This comment caused Ginny to push Ron again, then hug him tightly.

"Are you all done with... whatever it is you're doing?" Hermione's voice appeared almost out of nowhere. Ron grinned at her, walking over and kissing her forehead.

"Absolutely." He said. "Can I hold my nephew now?" Hermione nodded, gingerly letting go of the baby and allowing Ron to hold him. She looked over at Ginny. Their eyes met. Ginny gave Hermione a small smile, and a nod.

"What are we standing here for? My baby's going to freeze if he doesn't get a new jumper!" Ginny spoke up. Ron rolled his eyes as Oliver's hand cloed around his finger.

"It's almost August." Ron stated simply.

"I know. Better being prepared!" Ginny answered, grinning.

"But it's hot!" Ron retorted, and Hermione burst out laughing. Ron looked at her strangely, and she laughed even harder.

"I'm sorry!" She responded, patting his shoulder. "I'm... yeah. I'm sorry." She bit her lip as the three began to walk.

"So, Hermione," Ron asked, "What was so funny?

"Would you like the truth?" Hermione said. Ron nodded. Hermione blushed, and told him, "I have no idea." Ron shook his head, grinning at his wife.

Is there any way I could love her any more than I do now?

* * *

"Where is this baby place?" Ron questioned, giving his wife's hand a squeeze. It was nearly ten minutes later, and the group of four (five, really) had made their way into Diagon Alley. Ginny walked two steps ahead of them, scanning the shops for the store her multiple sister-in-laws had told her about. Hermione gestured towards Ginny, shrugging. Hermione now had Oliver in her arms again, and found that being pregnant and holding an infant while trying to keep up with someone walking twice as fast as you was very hard to do. Ron looked over at her. "Need any help, love?" He asked, holding his arms out to show that he'd gladly hold the baby. Hermione sighed gladly, pausing to pass the small infant over to his godfather.

"We're here!" Ginny finally said, stopping before a small-looking store. The store had large white letters on the awning, proclaiming the name "Wittle Witch and Wizard" in bold letters. Ron stepped up to the window.

"Awfully small." He said bluntly. Hermione giggled, and Ginny rolled her eyes.

"It's called magic, you prat, ever heard of it?" Hermione laughed again, and Ron elbowed her in the arm.

"Not even funny." He said, trying to hide his own grin.

"Please return your godchild to their rightful owner." Ginny said, stepping over to Ron and opening her arms. Ron signed and reluctantly handed his nephew to his mother. He then put his arm around Hermione's waist - tried to, at least - and they walked into the store.

Hermione had never seen so much baby things in her life.

She had felt akaward in the maternity ward of St. Mungo's at first. This didn't hold a candle to the maternity ward. At all. It was painted in pale shades of pink, blue, orange, yellow, and purple, reminding Hermione of the Easter eggs that she hid as a child. There were babies everywhere, unhappy ones from the sound of things. And where there weren't babies, there were pregnant women. There were many aisles, all filled with clothes and toys and diapers and food and other necesities for taking care of a newborn.

"Wow." Ron said, kissing his wife on the cheek. "This feels so... weird."

"How?" Hermione asked.

"Well," Ron began, "We're just twenty-three, we were married only a year and a half ago. I've loved you since I was fifteen, but I never really imagined this until last year. And now that it's actually happening..."

"We're having a baby." Hermione grinned.

"Yes we are." Ron smiled back, kissing Hermione on the lips this time. Hermione giggled into his mouth, and they heard Ginny groan.

"Will you be done any time soon, or will you need to move some place more private?" She asked, laughing at her brother.

"Somewhere more private sounds nice." Hermione agreed. "But I think Ron's a little tired. Aren't you?"

"Me? Tired? Never." He responded, kissing her cheek and starting to walk.

"You two..." Ginny began, "And I thought Harry and I were bad when it came to that-"

"I don't want to even hear that, Ginny." Ron said, pulling a face. The two women laughed as they turned into the clothing aisle. Hermione's face lit up as she saw the aisle full of tiny robes.

"You think Baby would like a Quidditch robe?" Hermione asked, looking at Ron. Ron nodded.

"Absolutely." Ginny shook her head.

"I doubt she'll even want to play-"

"Ginny..." Hermione began, and knowing that her friend had done it on purpose this time, she smiled.

"Sorry, sorry." Ginny went back to browsing through the "Wittle Wizard" section. Hermione began searching for a tiny Cannon's jersey with Weasley on the back. Ron stood behind her, grinning as he watched his wife. After a while, he began to get somewhat bored.

"Love?" Ron asked, placing his head on Hermione's shoulder. "Would you mind if I..." He stopped to nibble at her ear playfully. Ginny groaned and rolled her eyes, trying to focus on the tiny blue jumper she had in her hands instead of her brother. "Wandered out of this store for a few minutes..." He continued, his lips now kissing her neck softly. Hermione giggled. "Over to that quidditch store across the street..." He wound his hands around her waist and on the sides of her rather large belly and continued kissing her neck. She felt that sensation again, the heated desire in her belly. Oh crap...

"Not at all." She managed, shoving him off. If he had stayed in that position behind her any longer, she felt she might have pounced on him right in the middle of the shop.

"Thanks." Ron grinned, leaning in again to kiss her cheek. "Be back soon, love, promise!" And with that, he turned and began walking away.

"I don't know what's gotten into me." Hermione sighed, watching Ron's bum as he sauntered out of the store.

"Hormones." Ginny responded, looking at her friend now that Ron was gone. "I was the same way. Poor Harry. Hardly had a night off." Too much information, I didn't really want to see that and I... ugh... , Hermione thought to herself. Ginny suddenly held up a tiny dress. It was pale pink, with a sash of red around the small waist, and tiny flowers embroidered on the skirt. Ginny squeaked, thrusting the dress at Hermione. "Wouldn't my niece look so cute in that?" She asked, her voice oddly high. After a glare from Hermione, Ginny paused. She was plotting something, her eyes held a mischevious air. As Hermione opened her mouth to stop it, Ginny began. "But what if it is a baby girl, and you have no clothes for her? Let me buy it, please?" GInny noted to herself that she sounded very childish, but, as Harry often told her, she was sometimes. "I'll get another outfit for a nephew. If your baby is boy, then he can have it. If it's a girl," Ginny paused here, squeaking. "If it's a girl then she can have this adorable little dress!" There was no arguing with her now. Right now, to Hermione, nothing was woth arguing about. She was still invisioning Ron's bum in her mind.

"Sure." Hermione gave in.

"Thanks!" Ginny tossed the dress in her basket, browsed though the infant boy's attire, and finally settled on a tiny Cannon's jersey. Whether the baby is a boy or a girl, Hermione told herself, it's going to wear that. "So," Ginny started the conversation. "How long do you plan on waiting?"

"What?" Hermione responded. "I'm taking leave for quite a while, I may quit and work at home full time, I'm unsure-"

"Not that. Before you get into it again!"


"Before the next pregnancy, Hermione." Ginny grinned. "Harry and I have decided to wait until Oliver is about seven." Hermione's eyes widened.

"Mum won't like that. Seven? That's an awufly big age difference." Hermione asked, somewhat worried that her future babies wouldn't have cousins their age to play with. Ginny laughed.

"Seven months, sorry." Ginny corrected herself. "We figured, give the kids a year and half apart. That way they'll be in different houses. And you?"

"We really haven't discussed it." Hermione stated truthfully. "Knowing Ron, two months after Baby's born he'll be dying to start."

"Oh, the two months!" Ginny snorted with laughter. "Sweet merlin, I was in so much pain, but I was so randy I wanted to shag nearly anything by the time two months was up."

"Ginny!" Hermione glanced around her, hoping that there were no young children - or people in general - around when the comment was made. Ginny grinned. Once the area was clear for sure, Hermione turend back to Ginny and whispered, "It's not horrible painful, is it?"

"Depends on your ability to withstand pain." Ginny responded, he features completely calm. Hermione's eyes widened, hoping Ginny would crak and start laughing. "I'm serious!" Ginny said, "I mean, your breasts swell at least two more sizes and are so sore that walking up a flight of stairs is painful. Your back aches like an elderly woman. You've just pushed a baby out of your body so that general area hurts like bloody hell. And in my case, my hormones were racing more than before, and I couldn't do anything about it." Ginny groaned, then looked at her horrified friend. "What? Come on, Hermione, I was joking. It's not horribly bad. Just the hormones part. And that's not too painful." Hermione shook her head.

"Why am I friends with you?" She asked. Ginny shrugged.

"Because I'm a Weasley." Ginny responded. "You seem to be attracted to all things tall and red-headed, so here I am."

"Ha ha, very funny." Hermione rolled her eyes, grinning. "So, find anything for the shower yet?" Ginny shook her head.

"Too much time spent cooing over dresses. I apologize, that's all my fault." Ginny curtsied, laughing as she did so. "Do you forgive me, my sister-in-law?" Hermione shrugged.

"I guess so." She said jokingly. "Come on." She took her friend by the arm and they laughed as they made their way to another aisle. This one was filled with pink and blue balloons and banners, some enchanted to wish the parents-to-be congratulations, some made for boys and some for girls, some for women who were having multiples. Hermione grinned, as did Ginny. Ever since Hermione had thrown Ginny's baby shower back in March, Ginny had been incredibly eager to return the favor. Hermione's mother, however, was upset that her daughter wasn't including her in her first pregnancy, so Ginny and Mrs. Granger had come to an agreement. Ginny would invite guests, decorate the place already chosen by Hermione, and have her family bake and cook. Mrs. Granger would call her side of the family (At the most, Hermione concluded, there would be ten people from her side. Whereas with Ron, there would be over fifty people.) and take care of whatever else she felt was needed, which seemed to be quite a lot.

By the end of their shopping experience, Ginny had managed to buy clothing for her own child and her soon-to-be niece, balloons and banners and confetti for the shower, and whatever else it was that she was hiding in the cart. And she had done it in under an hour. Hermione was very proud of Ginny for this. Usually this kind of shopping took hours, and that was when Ginny was alone. Ginny recieved her change from the clerk, shrunk her shopping bags and put them into Oliver's diaper bag. As soon as the two women stepped out the door, Ron appeared at Hermione's side. Hermione sniffed the air.

"Is that-" She began, turning.

"That delicious french vanilla ice cream you love so much? Why, yes. Yes it is." She turned to see Ron, ice cream cone in hand and a bag on his shoulder with (she suspected) new keeper gloves in them, grinning. "Bite?" She laughed.

"Yes!" She took the cone from him graciously and indulged herself. It was like heaven. French vanilla ice cream heaven. "Mmm."

"Ice cream? I got rid of that craving around month three." Ginny said, adjusting the baby in her arms and giving Hermione a humored look.

"It's not a craving." Hermione managed. Ron snorted back laughter, gesturing at his nose. Hermione put a finger to her nose and felt the familiar sticky texture of ice cream. She smiled to herself. "Maybe it is." She laughed. Ron put an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?"

A/N: I know, I know. But it?s the website?s fault. They kept this for a month, so I resubmitted. I've been on vacation too so that prevented me from resubmitting the story. I've had it finished a month now!!! Oh, and also. I have one name (the middle) chosen, so submit more. PWEEZE? I love you. Read and review.