Disclaimer: I wish I could say that I did own Harry Potter (if just to meet Daniel Radcliffe) but apparently, that would be against the law.

Author's Note: Sorry, it took soo long, my family and I went on a little vacation, and unfortunately, I couldn't get to any computers. I was suffering from withdrawal for the longest time, but I feel perfectly fine now.

Next Tuesday, Hermione and Charlie unpacked her things in his new home. Their parting earlier that same day contained tears and wishes of luck; no one believed that they would come back before the babies were born. Hermione sent Harry Sirius' letters and received a long thank you letter in return, Mrs. Weasley had given her some maternity clothes, and the twins had talked to her stomach for half an hour about how they were going to teach the new twins all of their tricks. Everyone groaned at their news, no one wanted to have to deal with another Fred and George growing up.

"I love this place, Charlie," Hermione commented as she walked around the bedroom of their new home.

"Thanks, I informed my boss of our new arrangements and he had some of the guys move everything from my flat to here. Any feminine touches were added by their wives as sort of a welcoming present, be ready though, I'm expecting all my co-workers to arrive any moment now to see you."

"Why would they want to see me?"

"Hermione, you bagged the Weasley bachelor and you're pregnant with my children. Besides, there aren't many women here and their probably glad to have someone else join their ranks. Which means you get to meet Angela Rose and see how much of a prat she is," Charlie laughed.

"Charles Lawrence, hush. Tell me, did you think of a name for our girl?"

"Actually, I did, her name is going to be Edlyn. Edlyn Faith Weasley, what do you think?"

Hermione grimaced. "You do know people are going to be calling her Eddy, right?"

"We'll just tell them to call her Lyn, or if she likes the name Eddy, let her do as she wishes. You don't like it?" he questioned.

"It's pretty, and it'll grow on me. If nothing else, I'll just call her Faith, I did say that you could name the girl, after all. But I'll tell you one thing now, they, along with all of our children, are going to Hogwarts. Not Durmstrang or Beauxbatons."

Charlie shuddered, "Another Fleur Delacour? I'd kill her over Christmas holiday, besides that's an all-girl school. Where would Aric go? Durmstrang Institute only admits purebloods and focuses on Dark Magic. No, they'll go to Hogwarts together, even if it means they're closer to Fred and George."

"I think spending some time with your brothers would do them some good, Charlie, maybe then they won't end up like you," a man said as he entered the bedroom, closely followed by a woman.

"Remind me to keep them away from you, and maybe they'll have more manners. You can't just barge into a room, Keith, we might have been doing something," Charlie retorted.

The tall, brown-haired man smiled, "First of all, your wife is already pregnant, and second, who wouldn't want a child like me?"

"Hey, your children are your problem, but Merlin help us the day a little Keith Rose arrives."

The girl shook her head and said, "Keith, stop being rude, Charlie's wife is right here. And you're only getting one child out of me, mister; I want to keep this figure in as good of shape as possible."

Hermione rolled her eyes; maybe Charlie hadn't been exaggerating in his description of Angela Rose as she had hoped. She put on her best smile though and stuck out her hand, saying, "Hello, I'm Hermione Weasley, Charlie's wife."

The man's eyes widened, though he quickly shook it off. "I'm Keith Rose, and this is my wife, Angela. Sorry, I just didn't think you were so young. When Boss told us that Charlie was married, which hurt considering I didn't even know, everyone just assumed that it was someone his Mum had set him up with, not his little brother."

"You know who I am?" Hermione inquired.

"Course, you're Hermione Granger, best mate of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. War news may not get here as fast as other places, but it gets here nonetheless."

Hermione blushed. "I hope you don't believe everything those fools in the Ministry of Magic send out. Can't trust them as far as you can throw them."

Keith grinned, "I like her, Charlie, blunt and honest. Maybe she can actually keep you in line. Why so secretive about the whole thing anyway?"

Charlie looked to his wife, silently asking for permission to tell him the truth. With a nod of her head, Charlie explained, "I didn't plan on marrying her, Keith. You remember that family emergency my mum owled me about? It turns out that the emergency was that Hermione needed a pureblood husband before the ministry tried to set her up with a Deatheater. It wasn't supposed to happen for a while yet, but we got a bit carried way. Don't tell anyone the true story though, everyone has to think that we really are in love or else they'll cancel the marriage, and then everything would be for nothing."

"Hear that Angela, no telling anyone," Keith told his wife.

She sighed, "Don't worry; I wasn't even paying attention to what you were saying. Come on, Hermione, all the girls are in the living room and they're dying to meet you. Aren't many women around here, just men and their stupid dragons. We want to hear all about you." At the end of her little speech the older woman grabbed Hermione's hand and led her to the other uninvited guests.

Charlie chuckled at his wife's last look of helplessness before turning back to Keith. His mate asked, "Angela really is something, isn't she, Charlie?"

"Oh, Angela's up there, all right," Charlie replied.

"I only hope you can be as happy with Hermione as I am with Angela. She might not have been your first choice, Charlie, but you're doing the right thing, and I'm sure she appreciates that. With time you could even come to love her."

Charlie shook his head. "Hermione's a great wife, caring and considerate, couldn't ask for anyone better. No doubt she'll be a great mum too."

"Well, let's get down there then and save her from those ninnies," Keith replied as he led the way out of the room.

I see you still haven't realised that your wife is the leader of those so-called 'ninnies', Charlie thought. Once he entered the living room, he saw that indeed, all of his co-workers (at least those he was relatively friendly with) had arrived with their wives. Either I'm going deaf or no one thought to knock before they entered my home, he thought.

In the corner, all the women were talking rapidly while Hermione stood in the middle, trying to talk to six different people at once. He didn't have time to go and try to save her since Keith dragged him over to the other group of people. Charlie was patted on the back, hard but friendly, and smiled as he received congratulations for the good news.

One man, Simon, asked, "Tell us, Charlie, where'd you find that one? She's nothing like the other girls of yours we've met."

"Actually, she's a mate of Ron's. You've all heard of her, Hermione Granger."

Simon looked up at him with wide eyes. "You married Hermione Granger? The Chosen One's best mate? You do know that if you hurt her in any way, you are dead meat, don't you, Bull?"

"Trust me; I've already gotten the whole speech. It wasn't too pleasant going to tell her parents about the whole thing either."

Another man, Andy, smiled and laughed, "When has a man ever willing gone to meet the parents? It's a part of life, Charlie."

"Really, And?" Charlie inquired. "Did your father-in-law try to shoot you?"

"He tried to shoot you? Mine just threatened to castrate me with a blunt rock if I ever dared to cheat on his little girl. That idea alone has kept me faithful these last ten years."

"Of course, and the fact that you love me has absolutely nothing to do with it," Kathy answered as she walked up to join them.

"I love you, sweet, but just so you know, if I ever say that I'm working late, I'm completely serious and truthful," Andy stated.

"If that was my father, what was my brother like?"

Andy looked pained. "Let's just say that your brother is a lot more violent and imaginative than your father."

Kathy shook her head and kissed Andy on the cheek. "Aww, poor baby. I'm sure that my brother was very scary when he said it, considering he was only fifteen and you were twenty-six."

"Yes, in fact, he sort of looked like Doctor Frankenstein in all those old movies, had the whole diabolical laugh down and everything." Andy was a muggleborn like Hermione and therefore knew what movies were, unlike Charlie who just assumed that it was some kind of moving, talking photograph.

"Anyway, Charlie, everyone wants to hear about you and Hermione, and it would probably be better if you told us together so you don't have to repeat everything," Kathy suggested, unlike some of the men's wives, Kathy actually had what could be classified as half a brain.

"All right, everyone sit down and make yourself comfortable, it's story time," Charlie announced to both groups.

Everyone took a seat, the women having to sit on their husbands' laps for lack of room. Charlie sat in the big armchair while Hermione took her place on the arm. "Before we begin, tell me, what's happened here in the time I've been gone?" Charlie inquired, earning some sighs from the women.

"Boss is still himself, a new dragon arrived, and Mike nearly got himself eaten again," a younger man with brown hair and glasses replied.

"Can't expect Boss to change, I knew about the dragon already, and Mike, look where you're going, not where you've been," Charlie advised. Then he added, "Did Boss tell you I'm taking a desk job after the kids are born?"

"Bull is taking a desk job? It's a sign of the Apocalypse. Save the women and children!" Andy joked.

Charlie shook his head. "Hermione, here's your first lesson on Romanian culture, if anyone calls you bull, they're saying stupid. 'Hey, bull' actually means 'Hey, stupid'."

"Took Charlie here two months to figure that out," another man added.

"I thought you were calling me stubborn," Charlie defended.

"So basically, if anyone calls me bull, I should either jinx or slap them?" Hermione laughed.

"Either that or tell Charlie, he'll be sure to fix them right up for you," the same man replied.

"Can we just get on with the story?" a raven-haired woman asked.

"Of course, Chloe. We'll just tell Hermione all about Romania later. So let's see, you all know Hermione as the mate of Harry Potter, AKA The Chosen One or the Boy-Who-Lived. But she was also my little brother's best mate. Now, we originally met during her fourth year, at the Quidditch World Cup in England. Now we talked a bit while I stayed with my family, but we really didn't get to know each other then," Charlie dictated. "After I left for Romania, Hermione and I wrote letters to each other, just talking about random things, favourite activities, school, work, breakfast foods."

"This man sent me a letter on waffles if you can believe it," Hermione interjected, adopting the role of Sirius.

"Well, you did send me one on pancakes, dear," Charlie replied. "Anyway, a few months back, I realized that my feelings for her were getting a little bit too strong to be considered platonic, so I came to visit and take her out on a date. First date was on Valentine's Day, I took her to a very nice restaurant. Then I proposed to her after a nice dinner at home, Mum started planning our wedding but we decided to elope with Bill as our only witness."

"Bet Molly wasn't too happy about that," Keith commented.

"Please, Armageddon would have been more pleasant, but it needed to done. Actually, it was my brothers' girls that were the worst. Fleur was jealous that Hermione was pregnant before her, and then Olette was pissed at my brother because he didn't want to get married right way."

"Do you know what they baby is going to be?" Angela squealed.

"Babies. One girl and one boy, we've already decided on the names too. Aric Hayes and then Edlyn Faith," Hermione answered, glancing at her husband.

"Two at once? And your first time as well? Let me tell you now, never be afraid to ask for help, my daughter, Sage, loves kids of any kind," another woman added.

Hermione grinned, "Thank you, I'm sure I'm going to need all the help I can get, I've never really known any babies."

"Don't worry, Hermione, you'll be a great mother. Besides, you'll have everyone here, my mum, and Ginny to help you. Just don't let the twins anywhere near the babies, they'll probably either drop them or try to experiment on them," Charlie said.

"Your brothers are not experimenting on my children, Charles Lawrence; I'll kill them if they even think of the idea. And wasn't it you that dropped one of your siblings?"

Charlie turned red, and grumbled, "That's not fair, Bill was distracting me."

"Ah, yes, keep Charlie away from all things baby, Hermione. I once asked him to warm up a bottle for Ilie, and he nearly blew up the kitchen," Kathy supplied.

Hermione laughed while Charlie pouted, "Now, dear, that's not nice, making fun of your sweet and wonderful husband. You just said that you don't know that many babies."

"Charlie, you're the second oldest of seven children, you should have more practice than anyone. And tell me, when am I going to meet this perfect husband you described?"

"Very funny, Hermione, I'm starting to think that you're spending too much time with my family," Charlie retorted.

"At least I didn't shape-shift you."

Charlie shook his head. "I'm really going to have to get back at them for that."

"Care to fill us in on what you're talking about?" Keith asked.

"Hermione, don't even think about it," Charlie warned.