In this story, Ron and Hermione are both 20 and have
been married for a few months. Ron
is a pediatrician (because I want him to be one) and Hermione works
for the Ministry; specifically, for the Experimental Charms department.
I think that's all the info you need to understand what's going
Also, lots of thanks to Zsenya for beta reading!
Ron didn't like riding on
the bus. He was a wizard, and
he should be able to just Apparate like normal people, he had said;
however, Hermione had proceeded to point out that they were living in
a Muggle area, and therefore would travel the Muggle way so that the
neighbors would not get suspicious.
At the time, he had grudgingly agreed and taken the bus, but
now he had put it all behind him and was ready to give Hermione a firm
kick in the rear, wife or not. Admittedly, he would not be able to do much
damage in his current condition—that, too, was her fault—but he was
sure that it would make him feel much better than he was feeling at
had all started eight months ago, when he had arrived home from work
to find Hermione sitting nervously on the couch, apparently waiting
for him to walk through the door. An
odd conversation had taken place; she had asked how he felt about children,
and he, being thick, as usual, had replied with something a little insensitive
in a very joking manner. She had stood up in horror and started to scold
him; he replied with amazement, still wondering what was wrong, and
a very heated argument had ensued.
You idiot, he thought to himself, even
then as he recalled the fight on the bus.
It was obvious to him now what had been going on that day…
I was only kidding!" Ron reassured in vain, attempting to move
toward her. "I want kids
someday! Really! I
just don't want you waddling around right now like a poor, misplaced
duck, puking at every odd smell and pulling me away to Lamaze classes—"
IT!" Hermione yelled, face burning red, pulling out her wand. "I am giving you five seconds to take
back what you just said!"
"No, sorry, I'm not taking
it back, because I mean it!"
"You're choice! ADDO
suddenly was suddenly jolted back and felt a hot, pinching pain in his
lower abdomen; when he looked down, he saw that it was glowing red. He was tingling all over; when he went to touch
his stomach the light subsided, but the twinge of pain stayed where
it was. Looking up with a questioning
look on his face, his eyes met with those of the extraordinarily vengeful
Hermione, who was breathing heavily and holding her wand with fury.
he asked, delicately but firmly and a little apprehensively, "what
was the spell that you just cast?"
remained silent, her glare losing some of its potency and becoming more
of a firm stare.
he inquired again, waiting to go on in order to give her a chance to
speak. She did not seize the
opportunity, so he continued. "What
was that row all about?"
she just stared hardly at him, a softer look creeping over her features.
were you so upset when I was just joking about not wanting to have…kids…."
Ron trailed off and his face suddenly grew soft.
he asked, stunned at the possibility.
eyes shifted to the side.
you?!" Ron questioned loudly, throwing his arms into the air.
she began, moving her gaze to the ceiling, "how shall I put this?"
DIDN'T YOU JUST TELL ME THAT YOU WERE PREGNANT IN THE FIRST PLACE! I CAN'T READ YOUR BLOODY MIND, YOU KNOW!"
Ron hollered. Hermione ignored
not pregnant now." Her
voice made Ron cease his yelling.
not to say that I wasn't pregnant a minute ago…"
began to feel slightly sick…he again put his hands on his stomach; the
pain had gone, but he wasn't entirely sure what it had meant.
It wasn't…it couldn't be…
did that spell do?" Ron asked firmly, beginning to get angry again.
it's a very old spell, and…oh Ron, please, I wasn't myself, you know
how it gets when—"
did that spell do, Hermione?" Ron repeated.
everything will be alright, I promise, no one will be hurt, and you'll
come out of it all the better—"
DID THAT SPELL DO?!" Ron finally yelled.
the neighbors will hear you—"
DON'T CARE ABOUT THE BLOODY NEIGHBORS, WHAT THE HELL DID THAT SPELL
began to look sheepish for the first time that argument/evening. "Ron," she started, staring straight
at him, "You're pregnant."
"What." It was more of a statement than a question.
am NOT pregnant!"
hate to have to be the one to tell you this, but you are."
CAN'T BE PREGNANT!"
you'll upset the zygote," Hermione scolded, placing a hand on Ron's
tummy. Ron backed away.
can't be pregnant," he repeated, shaking his head and backing toward
the wall as Hermione edged toward him.
you can be, and you are," she said, gently but firmly.
not, then?" she asked, giving in just to see what he would come
it's biologically impossible!" He stated triumphantly. "How would I have it? Through my arse? I think not! I'm a doctor
and I happen to know that those two systems are just not connected!" Ron did not look nearly as sure of himself
as he sounded.
well, the spell accounts for that, Ron…" Hermione lightly consoled,
eyebrows furrowed to match the nervous smile plastered across her face.
paled and looked down. "You
mean you just took away my—"
I didn't," Hermione snapped, all pity and remorse suddenly drained
from her voice. "If the
spell had taken that away you would have at least gained
the ounce of sense required to realize if it's there or not!"
faced, Ron rushed off to the bathroom.
Hermione collapsed on a chair and waited.
she wouldn't have to wait for very long.
ran back out into the front room, zipping up his pants.
A—A—YOU'VE TURNED ME INTO A TRANSVESTITE!" Ron yelled, pointing
a finger at her.
Ron, a transvestite is someone who simply dresses like the opposite
sex. I believe the word you're searching for is
'hermaphrodite,' meaning one who—"
DON'T CARE WHAT IT MEANS, ALL I KNOW IS THAT I'VE GOT A—"
Hermione hissed, apparently not feeling any sympathy for Ron's rage
over his newly acquired genitalia.
the hell am I supposed to piss? Through
both at once? Make even more
of an arse of myself than I will through being a grown man walking around
PREGNANT? Oh my…I'm pregnant…I'm having a bloody baby…"
not a bloody baby; it's your bloody baby!" Hermione shot,
standing with noticeable anger. "And
just be thankful that you're not going to grow breasts!"
can't believe you did this!"
either," Hermione grimaced. "I
gave you my pregnancy…"
treating this like a joke!" he yelled.
I'm not! Do I look like I'm treating it like a joke?"
"Then why did you do
this? Couldn't you do something
more logical, like make me sleep on the couch for a month?"
was very sensitive to things you said at the time; hormones, you know…and
now you are as well—"
"Sensitive isn't the word I'd use to describe
PREGNANT, NOT REASONABLE! NOW
HOW DO YOU REVERSE IT?"
don't. If the baby is moved
one more time, then it will die."
stood still, fuming, unable to fully perceive what was taking place
and staring at Hermione like she was someone he had never truly seen
it! I'm leaving!"
he yelled, shaking her off and stomping out the door. Hermione sank into the couch as she watched after him, regret beginning
to creep into her. However,
if she knew one person inside and out, it was Ron, and she knew that
he would be back eventually. She
would make it up to him when he returned, perhaps promise to go with
him to a Quidditch game every weekend.
That would work.
soon as Ron had stepped into the hall, he Apparated in search of the
only person he knew of that could possibly console him at this difficult
time: Harry. He was home for the week. Usually he was off traveling as Seeker for
the Montrose Magpies; however, the team did not have a game that particular
week, so he had come home. He
promptly appeared outside of Harry's house and knocked furiously, his
face still red from the argument with Hermione.
he heard footsteps approaching the door and the sound of a chain lock
being unhooked, and a surprised and pleased Harry opened the door.
"Ron! How are you?" he asked with a grin.
"Didn't expect to see you until tomorrow; come on in."
Ron obeyed and followed Harry to his small living room, where Ron sat
down and brooded while Harry poured some tea.
When Harry finally entered the room, he had a shocked and sorrowful
look on his face. Ron immediately
was just consulting the tea leaves," he replied, "and they
told me that something was grievously wrong in the life of a good friend—perhaps,
it will result in death?"
laughed. "Oh geez – Trelawney
- don't remind me of her. Not
what's wrong then?"
that will result in death, unless it's Hermione's."
wrong with Hermione?" Harry asked.
going to kill her."
deserves it!" Ron spat, spilling some tea in his outburst.
did she do? She didn't cheat
on you, did she?"
Ron snarled, nursing his burned hand.
Ron was ready to curse Hermione straight to her grave, he suddenly discovered
that he was not ready to admit to his best friend that he was pregnant. He blushed a violent scarlet and glared at
Ron?" Harry asked again.
and I had a fight."
asked me what I thought about kids…I said that I had grown up with enough
of them and that I worked with too many, and that I never wanted to
look at one ever again."
raised an eyebrow.
then she got mad, and she yelled, and I yelled back, and she yelled
again, and we were yelling for quite a bit of time, and I had no idea
what was going on…"
didn't want to say anything, but he thought his friend very thick at
like a poor misplaced duck, going to Lamaze classes and puking every
second, and then she got even madder and, er…" Ron trailed off. Harry noticed that he was gripping his cup
harder than necessary.
she got out her wand."
did she do with her wand?"
did that spell do?"
didn't answer directly, and Harry stared at him, pondering the possibilities. He felt sorry for him. Hermione must have done something like force
him to sleep on the couch for a month; he, too, had been a victim of
the Dormio Lectulus spell, and though his girlfriend had eventually
reversed the spell out of pity, he had felt the effects for a week.
with it; it can't be that bad."
is." Ron was now making
himself very small, wishing that he hadn't gone to seek consolation
won't laugh, I promise."
sighed. He would have to tell
him sometime. "Promise?"
a deep breath and closing his eyes, he said, "She made me pregnant."
was silent. When Ron dared to
crack open his eyes, he saw Harry sitting in front of him with a very
tightly closed mouth and watery eyes.
going to get some more tea," he squeezed out and walked quickly
to the kitchen. Ron glared as
he saw his shoulders shaking through the open door.
When Harry came back (without tea, incidentally) he was calmer,
how exactly are you pregnant?"
turned out that she was pregnant when she was asking me about having
kids. That's why she brought it up."
knew better than to say something along the lines of "Congratulations,
you're an idiot."
she transferred the pregnancy to me."
exactly are you going to have this baby?"
turned even redder. "Let's
just say that I now have all the necessary equipment."
look, last time I went into the kitchen I forgot my tea…I'll be right
back," Harry said, walking back into the kitchen.
was not happy as he saw Harry's shoulders shaking again and witnessed
him pounding the kitchen counter. He
didn't think it was very funny; he'd come to him to be comforted and
all he received was laughter.
walked back into the room, still without tea.
"So you're really pregnant then?"
"Yes," Ron growled, putting his tea
on the coffee table and slumping backwards on the couch.
stared at his friend with a smile on his face.
"Did you walk out on her?"
are planning on going back, right?"
the hell else am I going to do?"
it, Ron, you were kind of
thick back there…"
didn't have to make me pregnant."
women are very emotional, especially since you two hadn't planned the
pregnancy. She was probably
very nervous, and then you came in and said that you never wanted children
or a wife waddling around like a duck."
I had no idea what she was talking about…and besides, I was only joking! How was I supposed to know that she meant what she meant? It's not like she came right out and said,
'Ron, I'm pregnant,' and then
I said what I said."
decided not to push the issue; Ron was argumentative enough without
the aid of excessive hormones. "Well,
do you want to stay here for the night?
Janie's off visiting her parents in Edinburgh, so there's no
will be good, thanks…I don't want to see her."
you do. You can't stand it when
you're mad at her for more than twenty minutes; you get all antsy and
irritable and the like."
not 17 anymore, and I'm beyond the infatuation stage, thank you very
things never change, Ron."
up. This is a bit more serious
than her insulting my intelligence."
you can have the guest room. Just
clean it up, or Janie gets mad."
Ron began to tear apart his napkin and arrange the shreds into little
piles on the coffee table. Harry
observed this, and decided that maybe he should really put some effort
into consoling him.
Ron, being pregnant…uh…won't be so bad…"
didn't have anything to say at this, and started to fidget with his
hands. "So, do you want to go get a drink?"
I would, but I'm pregnant! Alcohol
causes birth defects!" Ron
was beginning to look a little angry, and Harry decided that he should
probably put an end to the evening before it got any worse (and then
telephone Hermione (the fireplace was in the guest room) as soon as
Ron was asleep to get the other side of the situation).
know what? You're tired, and
you've had a long day…I think you should go to sleep," said Harry
opened his mouth, seemingly to oblige, but then something seemed to
click in his head and he looked at Harry suspiciously.
"Wait a minute, I know what you're playing at," he
began. "You're trying to get rid of me so you
can call Hermione and laugh about me behind my back! Some friend you are!"
that's not it…" Harry tried to interject, but he had failed at
his cause; Ron was awake until 4:37 that morning, when he fell asleep
sitting in a chair.
this happened, Harry tip toed out of the room and shut the door as quietly
as he could, praying that Ron was indeed down for the count, and dialed
the Weasleys' number. He heard
it ring six times, and he sighed, thinking that Hermione must not have
gotten up to answer the phone. The
answering machine picked up, and Ron’s voice came through the phone.
you've reached Ron and Hermione, and we're not here, so leave a message
after the beep, and if we like you, we might actually return your call."
Hermione, it's Harry…just so you know, Ron's here, and—"
was a click. "Hello? Harry?"
it's me," Harry whispered.
how is Ron?"
off. Why did you have to go
and do that?"
was being an idiot."
was pretty harsh for just being an idiot."
needed to teach him a lesson…"
was a mean lesson."
nothing, how would you like it if someone made you…oh, I don't know…"
I'm a girl. Anything physically
embarrassing and uncomfortable that can possibly happen to me already happens to me."
didn't you just make him sleep on the couch for a month?"
have needs, too."
geez. I never thought I'd hear
you, of all people, say that."
voice became noticeably sharper. "Look,
I just wasn't thinking very clearly at the time. I see now that it was a very stupid idea, and
I was wrong, and I'm sorry."
late for that, eh?"
only teasing you, Hermione. I'm
sorry. Oh, and congratulations
on the baby."
better be. And thank you." She paused.
"Ron isn't too upset, is he?"
calming down, and he plans on being back tomorrow sometime."
I was almost getting worried."
to hear it." Suddenly,
without warning, the door to Harry's room burst open and Ron began to
TALKING TO HER, AREN'T YOU?"
anymore," Harry replied, thinking quickly and tossing Ron the phone.
"Here!" He ran out
of the room.
called a distant voice from the phone being clutched in Ron's angry
fist. "Harry? Anyone there?"
here," Ron said into the receiver, deciding to get the inevitable
conversation over with.
really sorry. I acted harshly
and impulsively, and I know you won't ever forgive me for what I've
done…" she went on in her apology, sugar coating it to great extents
so that Ron would feel like an empowered and domineering male who was
actually in control of a situation. "…and I'm really, really, really sorry,
he interrupted softly, "it's alright.
I mean, it's not alright, but I guess I can forgive you."
death do us part and all that rubbish…"
didn't answer straight away. Ron
heard her breathing through the phone, and wished they were talking
through the fireplace instead; it was creepy hearing her voice so distorted,
and being able to hear her breathing and not see her face.
are you coming home?" she asked when she finally spoke.
"Alright. I love you, Ron."
er, love you too," Ron responded, finding difficulty with the words,
as much as he wanted to/knew he should say them.
They hung up, and Ron ambled to the guestroom and collapsed on
the bed, a feeling of dread for the future surrounding him every step
of the way.
days later, Ron woke from his sleep with a horrible feeling in his stomach. Panicking, he jumped from the bed and ran into
the bathroom. Hermione stirred
at the sound of him retching into the toilet, and sat up as she heard
the water running. Soon, she
watched as Ron staggered back into the room and collapsed onto the bed.
he groaned, curling up into the fetal position. Hermione looked at the clock (5:46), and mentally reviewed the fact
that she didn't have to be awake until 7:00. Ron moaned again, and she sighed, rolling over to address her husband.
it's okay," she mumbled as she began to massage his back.
threw up," he mumbled back, noticeably relaxing at her touch.
know," she replied.
I stay home from work today?"
you have to go in."
I threw up…"
sorry, but you will throw up a lot from now on."
isn't fair!" he whined.
it's not." She could sense
him opening his mouth to comment that it was all her fault. "And thanks for not bringing up the fight
did not reply, and with relief she realized that her plan had worked. Soon, he fell back asleep, and she got up with
the rare goal of making an actual breakfast.
hour later, Ron woke to the smell of bacon, and without warning rushed
to the toilet again. As he was
puking and trying not to sweat, tremble, and feel his burning throat,
he wondered if maybe Hermione would allow him to stay home from work,
after all...he had thrown up twice.
walked into the kitchen, still looking green, but to his surprise he
found that Hermione wasn't there.
he called, wondering where she was.
She didn't answer, and to his dismay he did not feel like eating
anything at all, let alone bacon. "Figures,
the one time she cooks breakfast is the day that I'm too sick to even
think about eating it," he growled, glowering to himself as he
poured a cup of tea. As he was making his way back to the table,
Hermione suddenly walked into the room.
I heard that," she began haughtily.
were you?" Ron asked suspiciously, ignoring her comment.
up something at the library," she replied, walking quickly to the
counter and spooning out some breakfast.
he asked, his suspicion growing.
help you, if you must know. I
was looking up a cure for morning sickness."
She was eating very quickly.
suddenly brightened. Maybe his
suffering would be short-lived, after all!
"Did you find one?" he asked eagerly.
cursed under his breath and sat down at the table.
there isn't one. There's only
one that reduces the feeling, which means you won't throw up as much."
you make it for me?"
stared at him like she had never seen anything quite like him before. "Do I look like I have the time to do
that? Here's the recipe; make
it yourself. I have to go to
work. Toodleloo," Hermione breathed as she threw
a piece of parchment at him, walked over to the sink, dumped her plate
in, kissed Ron goodbye, and walked out the door. Ron sat, stunned, until the door closed. Only then did he recover enough to call,
A NICE WAY TO TREAT YOUR UNBORN CHILD, YOU EVIL—"
apparently had not gone far, for the door opened, cutting him off, and
she voiced her retort of, "Shove it, Ron."
was livid as the door slammed closed behind her.
He would show her; he would make the potion and get to work on time. Then
she would see who the fittest of the spouses really was. Yes indeed; she would see.
that was not the day that this would happen.
He ended up being late for work, and he messed up the potion
(he suspected he had let it stew for too short of a time), causing his
hair to turn a nice and irreversible shade of purple.
4:45 that afternoon, Ron opened the door to greet his last patient of
the day. "Hello, Ms. Lottie," he said, looking
over her file and closing the door behind her.
have purple hair," the snotty looking 11-year-old responded, giving
him a disgusted look.
eyes narrowed into a glare. He'd
gotten a lot of that over the course of the day.
"Yes, I do. Dr.
Ron had a little accident at home."
"Really. Did Dr. Ron accidentally fall into a tub of purple paint?"
fireplug there, aren't you," Ron said, laughing forcedly and "accidentally"
whispering a freezing charm on the magical stethoscope before using
it. She started, and glared
back at him.
you please warm that up? It's a little cold."
fine." Ron was satisfied
anyway; where would get by taking his frustrations out on a little girl?
mummy says that you're incompetent, and that we're switching doctors
after this visit."
sorry to hear that," Ron grunted through gritted teeth as he looked
down her throat.
she spat through the tongue-depressing spell.
was that?" Ron asked as he released the spell and began to jot
down some notes.
look like you're going to vomit. Are
you going to vomit?"
greened at the very mention of the word "vomit."
Ron? You're going to vomit,
aren't you," Lottie continued, grinning now.
swallowed, and went on writing notes.
"Well? Where's the vomit? I could swear you were going to—"
unable to hold it in any longer, turned off to the side and puked into
the garbage can.
"EEEWWWW! MUUUMMMM!" Lottie screamed as she hopped
off the examination table and hightailed it toward the waiting room.
Ron, sweating, leaned back in his chair.
It had not been a good day.
we HAVE to do this?" Ron asked as he and Hermione ambled up the
path to The Burrow.
she's your mum; of course we have to do this!"
"So? She doesn't have to know until it's over…"
her first grandchild. She'll
never forgive you—or me—if
we don't let her fawn over the both of us while we're pregnant."
when did being pregnant become a job for two people? I'm the one carrying Liam,
may I ask, is Liam?"
the baby's name. It's derogatory
for us to keep referring to Liam as 'the baby;' we'll hurt his feelings."
one, we are NOT naming the baby 'Liam,' and number two, it's going to
be a girl, and we're naming her Aine."
the hell is 'Aine?' Just because
you have a weird and unpronounceable name doesn't mean that Liam is
going to have one too! And the
baby is going to be a boy!"
"Fine. If the baby's a boy, we're naming him Gregory."
you're wrong, and you're just trying to change the subject from my mum!"
I'm not, I just don't want my baby—"
"—our baby walking around with a horrid name
IS NOT A HORRIBLE NAME! LIAM
IS A GOOD NAME! I LIKE LIAM!"
your mum will understand."
will she understand, that my wife practices every form of torture short
of stringing me up and repeatedly performing the forbidden curses on
Mum, guess what? We're having
a baby! Wait, there's more! Your daughter-in-law decided that I was being
a prat, so she transferred the pregnancy to me! That's right, let the tears of joy well up in your eyes now; your
son has become half-girl!'"
not what's going to happen. Your
mum will understand, and she'll be too happy about the grandchild idea
to think of anything else. She,
er, probably won't even notice."
think certain things just might catch her attention, Hermione."
you mean she's going to think it's odd?" Hermione deadpanned, glaring. "Besides, this is nothing. Wait until we explain this to my parents."
a few steps, Hermione noticed that Ron wasn't with her anymore.
apparating home. You explain,
meet me back there."
"No. You're coming with me."
Ron knew it he was being dragged toward the doorway of his home. Then the door was opened, and he was inside,
and his mother was giving out hugs.
so glad to see you two! What
a nice surprise!" Mrs. Weasley cried as she released her son. "Come in, come in; Arthur! Put some tea on, Ron and Hermione are here!"
and Hermione?" Mr. Weasley called, poking his head through the
kitchen doorway. He grinned. "Ron!
Great to see you! I'll
have tea ready in a minute!"
was beginning to feel sick.
down, sit down," Mrs. Weasley said, shooing them toward chairs
by the fire. "How are the
both of you? How are your jobs? How's the new flat? I haven't seen you both since the wedding!
You think you could visit me, with you only living in London
good, Mum, and we're sorry we haven't visited," Ron said, turning
his traditional shade of crimson. Being
the mother of seven grown children, Mrs. Weasley was well acquainted
with the attitudes people took on when they were trying to keep something
from her, and she immediately became suspicious.
tells me you two didn't just stop by for a visit," she replied,
smirking at Ron and Hermione in turn.
right, Mrs. Weasley—"
goodness sakes, Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley all but yelled. "At least call me Molly; you're not some
stranger we dragged in from the street."
Mrs…I mean, Molly," Hermione responded shyly.
better. Now, out with it."
gave Ron a pointed look and nudged him.
The look he gave in return had the potential to kill a more faint-hearted
person than his wife, but Hermione returned it with one of equal value.
This went on for several seconds until Ron (for once) won, and
Hermione turned back toward Mrs. Weasley with a smile.
had barely uttered the words when Mrs. Weasley squealed so loudly that
Mr. Weasley rushed in from the kitchen.
going on?" he asked, surprised and confused.
I'M GOING TO BE A GRANDMOTHER!"
he questioned, receiving his wife into a hug with open arms and giving
Ron and Hermione an intrigued look.
He soon put the pieces together, and happiness proceeded to flood
having a baby?" he asked happily.
He released his wife and they both moved toward Hermione. A disgruntled Ron sat, on the other end of
the couch, forgotten.
far along are you, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, placing a hand on
you going to have it at a Muggle hospital?" Mr. Weasley questioned. "How do they manage that, then?"
Mrs. Weasley scolded, effectively quieting her husband. She then turned back toward Hermione. "Well?"
something else we have to tell you," she started sheepishly, looking
at Ron, who had suddenly become very interested in the pattern of the
couch fabric. The elder
Weasleys looked at her expectantly.
Hermione sighed; she decided she owed Ron this much, at least. "How should I say this?" she asked, looking at the ceiling
and sighing heavily. She looked
back at her in-laws. "Are
either of you familiar with the spell Addo Graviditas?"
and Arthur looked at one another, seeing if the other one had the slightest
idea what she was getting at. For
a second, it looked like both of them were clueless, but just when Hermione
was about to explain what it did, Mr. Weasley's eyes grew wide and his
mouth fell open. He looked from Ron to Hermione several times
in succession, and started to shake.
wrong, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked, surprised and appalled.
answered by going into a fit of explosive laughter.
Ron looked positively murderous.
When he finally calmed down, he turned to his son and said,
old boy, whatever you did…well, I'm sorry…" and that was all he
could take before doubling over in laughter again.
He excused himself to the other room to finish making the tea,
and began to laugh again.
Weasley looked positively perplexed.
"What on earth is your father going on about?" she
asked her son. Ron couldn't
take it anymore and slumped down in his seat, wishing that he could
make himself invisible. "Hermione?"
began to describe to Mrs. Weasley the history of the Addo Graviditas
spell, and what exactly it was used for.
When she was finished with her explanation, Mrs. Weasley's mouth
had gone very taught, and she was fighting back what looked like tears
of laughter; however, she had more self control than her husband did,
and managed to contain herself, for the most part.
Ronald, what on earth did you do this time?"
finally snapped for the fifth time that day (he had not been having
the best of days/weeks), and leapt from the couch to his feet. "I didn't do anything! I'm
married to a madwoman! The girl
is insane; can't you see that? She
did it for her own sick pleasure!"
now, that's very harsh. Tell
me what happened."
expects me to magically know
what's going on with her every
single moment of her life!"
Ron had become very passionate, and was making several dramatic
gestures with his hands. "She asked me what I thought about kids;
how was I supposed to know what she was getting at?"
Weasley stood up and tried to calm him down.
"It's alright, everything's going to be alright. You need a cup of tea. Arthur? Where
is that tea?" she yelled, breaking her air of calmness. Ron didn't notice; he was too busy hyperventilating.
As she sat Ron back on the couch, she turned back toward Hermione.
"How long has it been?" she asked her.
I got pregnant or since Ron's been pregnant?"
me, about a month. For Ron,
about a week."
Weasley raised her eyebrows.
had really bad morning sickness, and a lot of trouble getting used to
IDEA?" Ron yelled. Hermione
cringed; Ron had again leapt to his feet, and was ignoring Mrs. Weasley's
efforts to soothe his temper. "AND
WHAT A FINE IDEA IT WAS, EH?"
Mr. Weasley called, walking back in the room (complete with tea). "Come on, we need to go for a walk and
calm you down." Not knowing
what else to do, Ron obliged, and allowed himself to be drawn out the
door and into the backyard. As
soon as the door shut behind them, he turned on his father.
you know what—"
"Ron! Stop!" Mr. Weasley snapped at his son.
Surprised, Ron obeyed.
"Believe me, yes, I know what's happening. I think it's time we had a little talk."
what?" Ron grumbled in reply.
and how to avoid arguments."
know exactly how to avoid arguments!" Ron answered, turning toward
his father and then uttering a word he had not been allowed to say in
the house until he was 18, and would certainly never be allowed to say
in front of his mother. He proceeded
to kick a garden gnome clear over the fence (the poor gnome never saw
Weasley frowned. "Not exactly. You have a few fundamental things to learn."
as, when a woman asks you…certain questions, they're really trying to
build up to a big announcement or the like.
It's best to either not give a straight answer or ask why the
question is being asked."
wise," Ron retorted, falsely starting at some more idle gnomes
and causing them to scatter, squealing.
serious. For instance, if Hermione
someday asks you, 'Ron, how do you like my mother,' what would you say?"
say, 'I like her alright, but I wouldn’t want to live with her.'"
is it wrong? It's just honest."
but what if the question she were trying ask you was, 'My mother is
ill and can't care for herself anymore, and can she live here for a
little while before we find somewhere nearby where she can have full
what I mean?"
a question like, 'How do you feel about children?' should have an answer
of, 'Why do you ask?'"
you're getting the hang of it."
The elder Weasley patted his son on the back as they continued
their turn around the garden.
else?" Ron asked.
you want to avoid lots of household fights and nights on the couch,
'yes' is the operative word. They
have more stamina than we do, and can easily wear us down."
what if I'm right and she's wrong?"
Weasley looked at his son. So young, so innocent, he thought, and then he turned his gaze on
the house, which they were fast approaching.
"Well, suit yourself," he said. "I hope that you've learned something."
I have, but I'm still pregnant,
his father had nothing to say for that, and they went back into the
house with Ron still fit to kill. Mrs.
Weasley and Hermione were in the middle of having what seemed to be
a lovely conversation over their tea.
Aine, what a lovely name! It's
so old and quaint sounding. And
Gregory for a boy is the perfect choice."
glared at Hermione. Hermione
gave him a coy smile. Mr. Weasley
resignedly sat in a chair as he watched the younger married couple;
his son would be leading a long, hard life.
At least it would be amusing to watch