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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 4: Of Backaches and Balloons

Chapter Four: Of Backaches and Balloons

Hermione woke up on Friday morning with a horrible backache. She didn't - couldn't, really - bother to roll over and check to see what time it was. From the humming of the shower in the other room, she could deduce that it was early; Ron had yet to leave. She groaned as she sharp pain tingled up and down her back, and lazily tossed the blanket off. Yawning, she blinked, adjusting her eyes. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, and (for once) it wasn't because of her hormonal drive. Apaprently the baby decided to shift positions in the middle of the night, and rest it's head on her bladder. Once it got tired of that position, she decided it was stretching out and happened to be pressing on her lungs and other organs, making it hard to take in a deep breath. Finally, almost two hours later, Baby decided to return to his or her original position. Hermione had finally been able to go to sleep, only to wake up not three hours later. The pain struck again, and she groaned just as Ron stepped out of the bathroom, his hair wet and plastered to his face. He sighed, shaking his head and kneeling before his wife's face.

"What is it, love?" He asked, brushing his hand though her hair. She whimpered softly before muttering,

"Stupid backaches, Ron." She managed. He kissed her forehead.

"Heating pad?"

"Please." Without objection, Ron walked over to the closet and took out the (rather large) heating pad that Hermione's mother had given her at the beginning of her pregnancy. Hermione found that, in the three months, the pad had really come in handy. Ron plugged it into the electric outlet and turned it on, placing it behind his wife. Skillfully (probably because he'd done this multiple times) he helped his wife roll over onto the pad, and smiled as she sighed with relief.

"Better?" He asked. She nodded, grinning at him as the heat immediately began to soothe her pain.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." She said.

"Well, for one, you wouldn't be pregnant." He laughed, turning back to the bathroom. Hermione turned her head to see the clock. It was already nine in the morning. Ron was supposed to be at work right now! He was late!

"You're late!" She exclaimed, attempting to sit up. When she did, the pain returned, and she lay back down. Ron shook his head.

"I'm off." He grinned at her before shutting the door.

"What do you mean? For what? And how did you-" She began, but he stopped her, knowing that she'd begin lecturing him if he didn't.

"Woah, slow down!" Ron emerged from the bathroom again, shaking his head and grinning. "We aren't even in season, love, for one. And besides, I've been playing quidditch for nearly all of my life. I've been training with them for two and a half years, so missing one day to stay at home with my very lovely, and very pregnant, wife can't hurt them too much. We always have Mason to play keeper as my back-up."

"Mason is horrible." Hermiome mumbled. Ron wanted to busrt with pride. I've taught her so much! "Why on earth would Chudley want to even practice with him? How did he even make alternate? I-"

"Calm down, love. He's not that bad." Ron answered, laughing at his wife. "It's not like I'm taking the year off. I wanted to be sure I would be at the shower."

"Ugh, I forgot about that!" Hermione sighed, groaning. She shut her eyes, and Ron smiled, sitting beside her. He softly brushed his hand across her face, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead as he got back up to dress.

"Well, you best get up and bathe." Ron said. "Ginny asked me to bring you down about eleven."

"Ron..." Hermione moaned, pulling the blanket over her eyes. "I'm tired! And I don't want to go anywhere."

"Try and bathe, love, maybe some hot water will wake you up." He looked at her sympathetically, then was suddenly struck with an idea. "I can help you, if you feel you can't take a shower on your own." She grinned from under the blanket. "I could help you get those spots that you can't reach on your own-" She tried to keep herself from thinking about it, but now that vision was already playing in her mind.

"Five minutes?"

He grinned. He knew her all too well.

* * * *

"Ready!" Hermione appeared in the doorway to their living room. She had chosen a pale blue sundress with a navy jacket in case she got cold. Well... she hadn't really chosen it. After a nice shower that took up almost an hour, she had begun searching for clothes. All of her sleeveless shirts were dirty, and she didn't feel liks cleaning. And it seemed that her belly had grown overnight, and she couldn't fit into her biggest pair of maternity pants. So all she had left was the blue sundress and matching jacket her mother-in-law had given her. She was officially too fat for her fat pants.

"You look nice, love." Ron drew her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. "Very nice." Hermione grinned.

"Thanks to your mother." She replied, pulling away and walking into the room. She quickly grabbed her maternity bag; the bag she had carried with her for nearly a month. After Alicia had gone into labour three monthe early, Molly Weasley had been insistant that Hermione and Ginny (who was still pregnant at the time) carry bags with them as a just in case precaution. Hermione took this completely serious. Ron thought she was overreacting. After all, he said, they could always apparate.

"My mother?" Ron asked, turning to follow her. He grabbed the bag from her and swung it over his shoulder. When she opened her mouth to protest, he pressed a finger against it. "I'm flooing, so I'm carrying it." She went to speak again, and he sighed. "Can't I be courteous?" Hermione grinned, nodding.

"Fine, then." She wrapped her arms around him and he held her close.

"Ready?" He asked. She pressed herself against him tighter. She hated this, but it was much better than walking, because she didn't feel like walking at all today.

"Go." She told him. He rubbed his hands against her back.

"Hold on, love. Just a few seconds." With that, Ron shut his eyes and appareted the three of them to the place Hermione had chosen for her shower. She felt herself get very nauseous for a moment, but it went away when she felt them stop spinning. Ron held onto her as her eyes fluttered open, regaining her balance. "Alright?" She nodded.

"Dizzy, but alright." She looked up at him and grinned. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Ron answered, letting go of her shoulder and taking hold of her hand. "You don't seem excited, love. Not as much as you were a few days ago." Hermione shrugged. "Well, all I can tell you is that my gift comes later. Much later, in fact. And it's not sexual at all." Ron seemed somewhat proud to say that. Hermione laughed.

"Aww, and just when I thought I might get a good present from you for once in my life!" She smiled. Ron shook his head.

"That perfume was a very nice gift." He noted, giving her hand a squeeze. "And what about that necklace I gave you last Christmas?"

"I was joking, Ron." Hermione leaned into him as they walked down the sidewalk. "Here we are." She told him, pointing up to a rooftop garden-like cafe. She had planned on having her baby shower here since she and Ron had discovered it when they were dating. It was a small little shop called "Shirley's" ran by a short and plump old woman, whose name was - naturally - Shirley. It was a two story building, with a rooftop cafe, where Shirley grew her exotic plants and flowers. From what Hermione could see, the roof had been covered in a pink tarp, and she could see many pink and white balloons.

"Does Ginny know something that we don't?" Ron asked, squinting as he looked where Hermione was looking. Hermione sighed.

"She'd like to think so." She shook her head, hoping that the entire shower wasn't a small pink universe.

"It looks very... nice." Ron said, holding the door open for his wife. "You never know, love. Gin could be right about the whole pink thing." Hermione smiled and shook her head. She knew that Ron, even though he didn't admit it to anyone but her, wanted a little girl just as much as he wanted a little boy.

"But I think she's taken it to the extreme." Hermione responded, nodding a tacit "hello" to one of the waitresses, who knew both Ron and Hermione by name already.

"Hi, Ron. Hi, Hermione. Running a little late, are we?" Ron looked at the watch on his wrist, the gift he'd recieved from Hermione last Christmas. It was 10:56.

"Wow, we really lost track of time, didn't we?" He said, and Hermione snorted with laughter, blushing a faint pink.

"Mother was wondering when you were getting here. She didn't want to start the cake until she was sure that it was fresh for the guest of honor." The waitress, Shirley's daughter Rose, smiled at the both of them. "You know where to go, right?" They both nodded. "Have fun! And congratulations!" Ron took the lead and led the two of them up the flight of stairs. He waited paitently at the top for Hermione - stairs were becoming an enemy of hers at this point - and stood by the door.

"I should go check and make sure they're all here. You can... stand here. Yes, right here." The tall frame on Ron disappeared out the door before she could even manage a word. She groaned. What ever he was up to- "Come on out, Mione!" Hermione took a deep breath and prepared herself for a mass of pink balloons that she had a strong feeling Ginny would dump on her. She opened the door slowly as to not hit anyone, and nearly screamed when she saw the rooftop.


It wasn't completely pink. It was amazing. Half the side was pink, the side she saw. A soft pink canopy and white chairs sitting under pink tables, with pink napkins and a pink table favor. There were pink balloons everywhere, and a pink banner reading "Is It A Girl?". The other side was blue, decorated the same way. The banner on that side read "Is It A Boy?" and had blue ballons stewn all over the grey stone floor. In the center, under a plain white canopy, were more tables and chairs, and a table full of girts for the expectant couple. For eleven in the morning, the sky was still red and yellow, with the orange sun rising from behind the many buildings. Shirley's plants were organized along the edge of the buildings, charmed to turn pink and blue continuously. Hermione smiled so wide that she felt her face hurt. Ginny was beside her in an instant, beaming at her own masterpiece.

"What do you think? Too much? That's what mum said, but I didn't think so. I think it kind of suits you and Ron, with your little decision be surprised about the sex and all. I thought you'd get mad at the pink but I like it and so does your mum and I think-" Hermione cut her off midsentance with a hug.

"It's beautiful, Ginny, I love it. Thank you so much." She grinned at her sister-in-law, then turned to Ron. He nodded in agreement.

"It is really.... Gin, you're amazing." Ron hugged his sister as well. There was a shriek from the small crowd, and Mrs. Granger appeared, running towards her daughter. Ron put an arm around her waist as her parents approached. Neither one of them had seen Micheal and Jane Granger in a little over three months.

"Oh, my baby!" Jane hugged her daughter and kissed her cheek. She then went on her usual spree of questions, that reminded Ron very much of his own mother. "How are you? Are you well? No aches or pains?"

"No, mum. I'm just fine. I-" Hermione began, but her mother kept going on. She placed a hand on Hermione's belly and crouched down, smiling. "And how's my wittle grandbaby? How are we doing in there?" She stood up again and hugged her daughter once more. Hermione gave Ron a look that asked for help, and he stepped in.

"Hello, Mrs. Granger. You're looking lovely today." He stuck out his hand, and Jane blushed.

"I told you already, Ronald. Call me Jane, please." Hermione smiled thankfully at him, and he shook his head as if to say "No problem."

"Hi, daddy." Hermione said, opening her arms to hug her father. His warm embrace was something she had missed for the past few months. A daughter can't help ut miss her parents, it's nature. But for an unknown reason, Hermione had always felt closer to her father. Maybe it was because of the cold nights he'd spent with her in the living room when she was a toddler, reading to her. That was one of those memories that had always stayed with her, and she was whisked back to that time - like she was a small child again - when she hugged her father.

"Hello, Mione." He smiled at his daughter. "So how's my grandchild doing?" Hermione grinned, her hands unconsciously coming to rest on her stomach. Nothing really, She wanted to say. Just the usual. Playing football with my organs, using my bladder as a pillow. You know, normal stuff.

"Acting much Iike I expected. Too much like Ron and I." Her father laughed.

"That's quite the dangerous mix." He answered. Hermione nodded, grinning. That was nothing new.

"So I've been told." She said, laughing. "Is mum alright?" She gestured over as her mother bombarded Ron with questions, and the only words Hermione made out were 'delivery' and 'next time'. Micheal shook his head., laughing as his wife.

"She's just a little excited, Hermione. It is our first grandchild, after all. And you haven't seen us in months." Hermione felt a twang ot guilt. She frowned, giving her father another hug.

"I"m sorry, dad, I've been so busy, and it's-" She started, about to give her father a lengthy explanation of what had kept her so busy. He stopped her, in a wa that reminded her immediately of her husband.

"It's alright, really. But you might want to go get Ron away from your mother, before she drives him crazy." Hermione snorted with laughter, looking over again and deciding that now may be a good time to retrieve her husband. She waved at her father and rushed over to Ron.

"Ron, I think that Harry wanted to speak with us." She said, trying to send him an eye message that said, Get away while you still can. He looked at her, ihs eyes widened, and smiled at her thankfully. "We'll talk to you in a minute, mum, yeah? We have some other guests to greet." Jane frowned, then nodded.

"Have fun!" She called after her daughter and son-in-law. Ron laughed, and Hermione elbowed him gently.

"Your mum..." He began, laughing still. Hermione shook her head.

"She's too much like yours, you should know that by now." Hermione answered, leading them over to a neutral white table in the middle of the shower. "I knew she'd be like this. The larger my stomach grows, the crazier she'll get."

"Mum was like this with Ginny, but she... she kept asking me questions..." He blushed, but kept laughing. "Asking meabout the next time we have a child, the things we should to to prepare... I love your mother, Hermione. I really do." Hermione smirked at him, and he shook his head. "Next time, you're the one being ingerrogated."

"I'm the pregnant one, Ron. Have a little compassion. I'm suffering as it is." She joked. Ron shrugged.

"We'll have to see." He said, winking. Just then, there was yet another squeek, and the Potter clan appeared, filling the remainer of the table. "Aww, Ginny. I didn't exect you over here." Ginny raised and eyebrow.

"What are you-"

"Shouldn't you be over under the pink canopy?" He asked, and Hermione had to keep herself from busting out laughing. Harry bit his lip, his smile stil visible, and Ginny blushed.

"I decided to, for once, leave that behind me. Only for today. But I swear to you, when Hermione gives birth to a baby girl..." Ginny clucked her tounge. "You'll know better than to make fun of my... intuition." Harry then laughed, as did Hermione. When Hermione noticed Oliver against Harrys chest, she opened up her arms, and without exchancing a glance, Harry handed the baby to her. She adjusted the infant to her chest as the group began to converse.

"Did you know that Ollie is starting to speak already?" Ginny asked Ron. Ron shook his head, but before his wife could begin, Harry stepped in.

"I wouldn't call it talking, exactly. More like, incoherent infant babble." Ginny shot Harry one of her famous 'looks'. "But Ginny swears that while I was away one day, he said something." He added quickly, trying to save himself. "Something understandable."

"It's not babble." Ginny defended herself. Ron laughed.

"I doubt that a four month old infant is speaking yet, Ginny. Even if Harry Potter is his father." He said, amused.

"It's happened before." Hermione joined in, looking down at the baby in her arms. "In rare but special cases. Who knows? Maybe Oliver is one of them." Ron grinned, watching his wife with facinated eyes. She looked up at him and blushed. "Thank you again, Ginny. This is more than anything I could have imagined."

"Quit thanking me." Ginny then blushed herself. "I get it, I'm brilliant. Must you tell everyone?" The group laughed, and Oliver made a gurgling noise. Ginny pointed and told Harry she was right, and Harry responded saying that, once again, it was just babble.

"Drinks anyone?" Ron inturrputed, recieving an appreciative look from Harry and Hermione.

"I"ll join you." Hermione said, returning Ollie to his mother and getting up.

"No need to strain yourself. I'll-" Ron began, then stopped when he recieved Hermione's 'quit-while-you're-ahead' look. "Or... you can come with me." She grinned with thanks.

"You know, I'm not handicapped." She said, walking beside him and smiling. "I'm just pregnant."

"I know." There was a small pause, "But I worry." Ron responded, moving so that he could take her hand. "You know, that you might hurt the baby by overexerting yourself. Or worse, you might hurt yourself." Hermione felt her heart jump. Did Ron just say that? Yes, he did.

"That's sweet." She said softly, kissing Ron on the cheek. "Really sweet." Another kiss, this time moving closer to his lips. "Possibly the sweetest thing you've said all day."

"I'm flattered." Ron answered, squeezing her hand. "But I wasn't trying to be sweet. I was completely serious."

"I know." She smiled. "And that's what makes it so sweet."

"You're a strange one." Ron laughed, looking at his wife. "But I love you, for some odd reason." She giggled.

"I don't know if I should thank you or smack you." She commented. Ron went out of his way to kiss her chastely on the lips.

"Thank me, surely." Ron answered, smiling in that adorable way that he reserved for her.

"We'll see." She answered, laughing. They reached the table with the refreshments on them, the punch bowl enchanted to fill the cups on it's own. Ron picked up a cup for Hermione and handed it to her, and she nodded a silent thanks, taking a drink. By the time they returned to their table, Ginny decided that it was time for cake and toasts. Being a Weasley, Ron whispered in her ear during a toast, Ginny couldn't go very long without giving into temptation and bringing out a cake. Especially when Mrs. Weasley had made it. Hermione laughed.

"But, my dear, you forget that you're a Weasley too."

"How could I forget that?" She whispered back softly. "I've got the trademark pregnancy stomach to prove it. Now be quiet."


"I think Ginny just insulted you during her toast and I missed it."

* * * *

"A few more gifts, and then we can go, love." Ron said, as Hermione sat in the last pink chair, watching him intently. Every time he bent over to pick something up, his shirt would rise a little in the back, and she could get the smallest glimpse of his back muscles. A faint melody was playing in the background, coming from the store next door. Ron was shrinking the gifts from the shower and placing them in a large bag, and just a few minutes ago, Ginny and Harry had been cleaning up. The canopies were down, and the charms were taken off everything, so they left. Hermione wasn't expecting her family and friends to be so generous. She's gotten an enchanted crib, a muggle high chair that belonged to her when she was young, a levitating baby basket, many adorable outfits (that were neither blue or pink) that would last up until 8 months of age, a dragon mobile from the Weasley boys, a blanket that Molly Weasley had enchanted to change colors based on Baby's mood, and a stroller from Ginny and Harry that would change to blue or pink when the baby was born. Hermione smiled, thinking about the thank you notes that'd she and Ron - or maybe just herself - would be writing later. She looked up to see the beginning of the sunset. The sun was setting over the horizion, even though it was only five.

"I kind of like it up here." She answered dreamily, grinning. "Maybe we can stay."

"And where would we sleep, Mione?" He asked, turning around and sauntering towards her in a way that made her heart jump. "We'd get cold later on at night."

"But I have you to wrap around me." Hermione responded innocently, smiling up at him. "Come to think of it, I am a bit chilly." I'm such a liar.

"Really?" Ron asked with mock concern, taking her hand and pulling her up. "Let me fix that." He wrapped his arms around her and held her a close as he could get. She melted into his arms, and sighed as he began to unknowingly sway with her in tune to the music next to them.

"Dance." She said softly. "WIth me."

"I don't dance." Ron answered, unmoving. Hermione laughed inside her head, knowing it was true. Her husband could dance, very well, but he didn't like to show it. The only time he'd ever really danced with her was at their wedding. Hermione's cousins were very jealous, because their dates, handsome as they were, couldn't dance at all.

"Please." She answered. The faint tune seemed to know what was happening, and it grew louder. Ron didn't move from his position and kept on swaying with the music, refraining from the spins and dips that made her laugh when they were newlyweds. Even though there were no turns and large movements, Hermione still felt her heart flutter madly, and she smiled, feeling like her feet were no longer touching the ground and they were floating. "I'm not cold." She whispered.

"I know." Ron replied, kissing her crown. "You just wanted a chance to touch me."

"You're so... manly, how could I even try to stay away?" She leaned into him, sighing softy. "Just think. In less than three months, we'll have a baby."

"A baby boy. Or a baby girl." Ron responded. "I'm anxious myself to see what we've created."

"So am I." Hermione responded, resting her head on his shoulder. She yawned softly, then, remembering it was five, the tried to stifle it. But she couldn't. She was too worn out.

"Tired, sweetheart?" Ron asked, his lips almost against her forehead.

"A bit." She lied. I could sleep for days.

"What do you say we go on home, love. A nice, toasty bed and some decent sleep will do you good." Hermione was incredibly grateful that she had a husband who acred so much. Maybe too much at times, but nevertheless, he loved her and he showed it to her every moment he was with her.

"I love you." She sighed without thinking, and Ron grinned. Her weight got a bit heavier, if he didn't get home soon she'd be asleep in his arms. Not that he'd mind that at all...

"Let's go home." Ron said, and with that he picked up their bags and apparated them home.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I was on vacation and, well, you know how that goes. Also I went a month without noticing that the chapter three has said "not validated", and had to update that. So sorry about the wait on that. I've had en eventful month. Hopefully you'll like this, and please read (well, hopefully you already did that part) and review. I like reviews. They make me all warm and tingly inside. No, seriously. It does. I've started on chapter five, so that means it'll be about two to three weeks for chapter five. Oh, and I nearly forgot. The quote from chapter five. Didn't think I'd forget, did you?

"What... is that a-"
"That is a hand, Mr. Weasley."