"I can't wait to see his reaction!" squealed Ginny as she clapped her hands excitedly and bounced from side to side. Her fiery, red hair danced around her shoulders and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Calm down Ginny, you're like James, Teddy and Victoire on a sugar-rush right now! Seriously please, I don't want you to give it away!" begged Hermione as she leaned against the kitchen counter in the kitchen of The Burrow. Her feet were really killing her in these heels.

It was New Years Eve, and as was tradition, everyone was gathered at The Burrow for the annual party.

"Come on Hermione! Have a Fire Whiskey!" George called to her as he walked into the kitchen and procured a large bottle from the fridge and waved it in Hermione's face.

"I'm alright George, but thanks" she replied with a chuckle and brushed his hand aside.

"Oh go on, in just over twenty minutes it's going to be a brand new year! That's something to celebrate!" he insisted as he began pouring her a glass and offered it to her.

"George, really I'm fine I-"

"Oh come on, even though your p –"

"Shhhh he'll hear you!" Hermione said in a rush, cutting her favorite brother-in-law (next to Harry of course) off mid-sentence before he could blurt out the news and silencing him with a glare.

Seven years after the War, and Ginny and Hermione were still the best of friends. Both of them had been the 'Maid of Honor' at the other's weddings and Hermione had even been made the Godmother of little James. Yes, they were still incredibly close, that much hadn't changed.

But Hermione had found out something yesterday – something exciting and so perfectly amazing – that Ginny had been dying to tell everyone all night. Hermione couldn't help but smile as she turned her head to look out of the kitchen window at the Apple Orchard, remembering how she had found out the news that would change her life forever in the best way possible.

"Hermione! Hermione! OI! Earth to Hermione Weasley! Pass the freaking Quaffle!" yelled Ginny from her broom about twenty feet away.

Family members had begun arriving that day for the New Years Celebration and planned to stay the night. Considering that everyone had been busy all year and not had much time to see each other, in order to spend some quality time together the boys had thought it be a good idea to have a family game of Quidditch: with Bill, Fleur, Angelina, George and Charlie on one team and Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Percy on the other.

In Hermione's opinion, it was quality time alright – quality epic fail time.

She had never been particularly great on a broom and her hand-eye coordination was rubbish at the best of times, but was especially bad twenty feet in the air as she twisted and turned in between the tree trunks of the Apple Orchard behind the Weasley's house.

It was surprisingly sunny for a winter's day, and despite the fact that there was a biting chill in the air, Hermione was feeling rather flushed and a little bit sick.

Had she eaten something bad over dinner or something? Chances are, probably not. Mrs. Weasley was an excellent cook and it was criminal for Hermione even to consider that something Mrs. Weasley made could make Hermione feel like this.

The endless possibilities as to what was making Hermione feel this way had been whirring around in her head since she woke up a few hours ago and it was safe to say that it was distracting her from the game.

Something that really annoyed Ginny.

"Calm down love, she's never really played Quidditch before" Harry said soothingly as he took a break from trying to catch the Snitch and flew alongside his wife.

He loved Ginny to pieces, he really did. She was the sunshine in his life and the greatest gift anybody could ever have given him, next to their son James who had been born about 2 years ago (and who was sitting on the grass clapping and cheering on his parents, uncles and aunties).

But there was no denying that Ginny was fiercely competitive. And when Ginny Potter got competitive she unleashed the short-tempered, angry, miniature version of Mrs. Weasley side of her personality – consequently scaring every one around her.

"I know! It's brilliant isn't it?" goaded George from his position over by his teams make-shift goalposts with his Beaters Bat in hand, "we're winning 4-1 over here!" he cheered and waved his bat around in the air as though it were a celebratory flag.

"Ye, with Chasing skills like that Hermione you could easily get on to the Holyhead Harpies!" Angelina joined her husband in teasing both Hermione and her sister-in-law who turned her broom in the air to glare back at Angelina.

"Don't you dare go insulting my Quidditch Team!" screeched Ginny, causing Angelina to smirk mischievously. As Captain of the Holyhead Harpies, she was extremely defensive about her team and the mere thought of Hermione playing in one of their matches was downright insulting.

"'Ermione?" came an enchanting voice from the other side of Hermione. She turned on her broom to see Fleur hovering alongside her – her hair blowing in the gentle breeze and her heart-shaped face full of concern. "Are 'ou alright?"

Hermione placed a hand to her head and closed her eyes. She was starting to feel a bit dizzy and gripped her broom tighter out of fear of falling off.

"No I don't think so. I- I think I might take a break for a while…" she said in a weak voice and began to slowly descend to the ground.

"Hermione? What's up? Why are you- HERMIONE!" Ron was curious as to why his wife was descending to the ground in the middle of the game. Ye, she wasn't the best Quidditch Player he'd ever come across, but surely she wasn't that insecure about her flying skills!

He had been about to ask her why she was stopping when her feet touched the ground and her legs gave out underneath her.

Ron didn't waste any time in landing as quickly as possible and sprinting over to his wife.

When he reached her he realized that her cheeks were flushed and he took her head gently into his arms and cradled it in his lap as he tucked a few of her glossy curls behind her ear.

She opened her eyes at the warmth of his familiar touch, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn't smile up at him.

"Hermione, what's wrong? Do you want me to go and get Mum?" he asked frantically as he stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Her eyes flitted around her and she took in the worried faces of her in-laws. She knew that Mrs. Weasley was terrific with Healing spells and Potions – she did have to deal with Fred and George as toddlers after all – but she didn't want to ask for help. Hermione never felt like this, and she certainly didn't go around fainting and as silly as it was, she was too proud to ask for help. Also, she didn't want to draw anymore attention to herself than she already had.

"N-No, it's fine sweetheart. Really I'm ok" she told her husband in response to his skeptical frown. She placed a hand on the snow underneath her and pushed herself into a sitting position. "I think I just need to lie down, these past few weeks have just been really hectic. I think a nice nap is just what I-" suddenly Hermione felt a painful knot in her stomach and the bile at the back of her throat began to gargle and rise.

She clasped a hand over her mouth and took off running into the house, trying to make it to the bathroom on time.

"It's me, can I come in?"

Hermione heard Ginny's voice from the other side of the bathroom door and with a sigh, flicked her wand at the lock. Her soft pink lips curved into a shy smile when she heard the lock unclick and Ginny poked her head around the door.

"Hey" she greeted as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "Are you ok? That was quite a fright you gave us all out there" Ginny remarked as she leaned against the edge of the claw-foot bathtub. The bathroom wasn't huge, but it wasn't cramped either. It was big enough to accommodate two people in the box-like room.

Right now, the afternoon sun was streaming through the small window above the white porcelain toilet. It's light glinted off of the powder blue walls and reflected off the many cream-colored accents that filled the room – making it very bright and give a fresh feel to the space.

Hermione was leaning against the wooden vanity across from the bath-tub. Her eyes kept moving between the vase of white roses on the countertop and her wand which was balanced precariously on the edge of the sink.

"I'm fine" Hermione assured her friend with a smile when something out of the corner of her eye made her turn and smile. Small golden sparks began to erupt from the tip of her wand and Ginny looked at her friend curiously as she reached her hand over slowly and examined the wand in her hands.

Hermione's face broke out into a breath taking smile and she looked up at her friend through her veil of chocolate brown curls and said "I'm better than fine actually".

This definitely caused Ginny's interest to spike, but before she could ask what Hermione had meant, she handed her the wand.

Ginny took it and her forehead furrowed into a frown as she concentrated on reading the golden cursive writing along the side of the wand. Her breath caught in her throat and her large blue eyes practically popped out of her head.

"Congratulations, you are now four weeks pregnant. For more information please consult your local Healer"

"Y-you're pregnant? Hermione that's amazing congratulations!" Ginny gushed as she threw herself off of the edge of the bathtub and into Hermione's arms.

Hermione chuckled and embraced her friend back, still coming to terms with the fact that she was going to be a mother.

"But how? When?" Ginny asked excitedly as she pulled away and began bouncing up and down like a toddler on Christmas Day.

"Well we weren't trying to get pregnant, but it's not like we were doing anything to prevent it either…" Hermione admitted as a blush crept onto her cheeks.

"Ok, spare me the details" Ginny joked. She handed Hermione back her wand and enveloped her in another hug, smiling from ear-to-ear. "I'm so happy for you Hermione! And Ron too! Oh Merlin, my brother is actually going to be a Dad! Oh but think about the fun we're going to have! James and Victoire are going to have a new cousin! Oh I know just what to get her for her first birthday!" she gushed at a 100 miles per hour.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at her sister-in-law. Here she was, still trying to wrap her head around this amazing news and here Ginny was, already planning out the future.

"Wow take it easy there Gin, I still have to tell Ron! And what makes you so sure the little bundle of joy is going to be a girl?" she asked as she gave an amused crooked smile and patted her flat tummy.

Ginny shrugged casually and smiled back.

"When you know, you know. I was right about Teddy being a boy, I was easily able to predict that Victoire would be a girl and don't even get me started on James. The way he kept on kicking and squirming around, how could he not be a boy? And how are you going to tell Ron?" there seemed to be no end to Ginny's excitement, and at this question, Hermione began to get excited too.

This was her and Ron's first child, she knew how important this was and she wanted him to find out in the most special way possible.

A playful smirk began to play at the corners of her lips and she offered her arm to Ginny whilst flicking her wand at the door once more to unlock it.

"I think I have an idea, want to help me out?" she asked in a light-hearted tone of voice and grinned widely when Ginny agreed instantly.

This was going to be good.

"Hermione!"

"What?" Hermione was broken out of her walk down memory lane as a hand was waved in her face and George's smiling face came into focus.

"I said that there's no reason to be so hush-hush about it. Even if Ron did hear us, we'd practically have to spell it out for him" George chuckled to himself as he took another swig out of the bottle in his hand.

"We wouldn't! My husband is perfectly intelligent enough to realize the hints we've planned for him" Hermione retorted, placing a hand on her hip and cocking an eyebrow at her brother-in-law. Hermione had only wanted one way of telling Ron, but everyone else had insisted that she have a few back-up plans in the almost guaranteed eventuality that he didn't get Hermione's way of telling him.

It astounded Hermione how much everyone doubted Ron's common sense.

"Five galleons says that it's the second idea that does it" Ginny said to George, holding out her hand for him to shake and agree to the bet.

"The second one? Pfft, no way. Knowing Ron you'll need to go through about fifty-million ideas before the light bulb goes off in his little head. But seeing as we haven't planned fifty-million ways of telling him, I'm just going to bet on the third one" George replied and took his little sister's hand in his and shook it firmly.

He turned to Hermione and gave her a cheeky smile. "What's your take on this one sis? I assume you believe that he'll get it on the first try?"

"Well of course I am! I don't think it was necessary for me to come up with those back-up plans at all! He will get it, I just know he will a-"

"Who's getting what?" came a familiar voice over the loud music coming from the living and dining room. Hermione stopped talking immediately and turned to see Ron walk through the door, his red hair hanging messily in his deep blue eyes, and breathing heavily from dancing so much.

His face lit up even more when he saw Hermione and he walked over to her and slinked his arms around her waist, from behind pulling her close to his body. Hermione loved it when he did this because he always nuzzled and kissed her neck, meaning that his hair tickled the side of her face.

Ron's lips curved into a smile against Hermione's neck at the sound of her laughter and he kissed her soft skin once more before releasing his grip on her just enough so that she could turn around and look up at him.

Ron had definitely changed since their time together at school. He was still tall, but not as lanky as he had once been. It turns out that Auror training really had it's benefits! Ron was in the best shape he had been in in years and it was all thanks to the grueling training that he and Harry had had to endure to become Aurors after the War. He now sported a terrific set of muscles, his shoulders had widened and the black grey collared shirt he was wearing definitely show-cased his toned biceps. Hermione couldn't resist caressing them slightly before moving her hands up over his shoulders to lock her wrists behind his neck.

As she gazed up into his eyes – his beautiful deep blue eyes – she realized that if she could, she would gaze into them forever. They were truly the kind of eyes that a person could get lost in and as she admired the sparkle within them and the tiny flecks of grey that circled his iris, she found herself swaying from side to side slightly as she was lulled into peace and serenity.

"Love? Are you ok?" he asked, breaking her out of her moment of bliss.

"I'm alright" she told him in a gentle voice as she giggled to herself. Did he really not know the effect he had on her? She reached up on her tiptoes and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, letting her eyes flutter close. She pulled away all too soon for his liking and tried to suppress her smug grin when she noticed that he still had his eyes closed and was leaning into her.

"Actually I'm better than alright" she told him with a coy smile as she looked over her shoulder and winked at Ginny and George – who were both leaning against the counter, anxious to see the result of their bet.

"Are you sure? Because if you're feeling ill I can ask M-"

"Shhh" she silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. "I'm fine sweetheart, honestly. But could you do me a favour?" she asked innocently, pouting to add to the effect.

"Anything" he replied instantly. He loved it when she asked him to do things, it made him feel like she needed him and he adored that feeling more than anything else. He wanted to be the one that Hermione could depend on for anything. Well, except to read 'Hogwarts, A History'. That was never going to happen.

"Well I was wondering if you could run upstairs and get me my jumper? I don't want to be cold when we go out to watch the fireworks. It's in the bottom drawer on the right hand side?" she asked as she pressed her lips together in an attempt to stop her from grinning.

"Sure thing, I'll be right back" he told her and pecked her once more on the cheek before turning on his heel and pushing through the crowd to get upstairs.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Harry had already been here for over a week as they had spent Christmas with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Upon arriving here over a week ago, Ron had insisted that he and Hermione stay in his old room. Even though they had been married for a little over 6 months, Mrs. Weasley still thought of them as the sixteen-year olds they had once been and was still getting used to the idea of them sleeping in the same room, never mind the same bed.

"Hey, where's Ron off to?" came another familiar voice and this time it was Ginny who crossed the room and enveloped her husband of two and a half years into an intimate embrace.

"Daddy dearest is off to discover if he actually has enough common sense to figure out what Hermione's trying to tell him" she said nonchalantly as she brushed her husbands messy hair out of his emerald-green eyes.

Harry smirked and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist.

"Well you see the funny thing there, is that 'common sense' isn't actually that common. Especially when it comes to Ron" joked Harry, before he bowed his head and his lips came crashing down on Ginnys.

"Oi! My husband doesn't lack common sense!"

Harry and Ginny broke apart at the sound of Hermione's protests and Ginny turned around and leaned back into Harry's body.

"Oh come on 'Mione, you have to admit he's not the fastest broom in the cupboard" Harry said with a little pout of his own, failing to sound contrite.

"No I don't! I-"

"Mama! Dada! Harmony! Fi-oo-wooks!" James squealed excitedly as he toddled into the kitchen. He had recently just learned to walk and insisted on doing so everywhere, being very proud of his latest accomplishment.

"Fireworks? Well let's go and see then shall we?" Ginny asked in an over-the-top excited voice, smiling when it had the effect she desired and her little boy started clapping and giggling.

"You know I love you don't you?" Harry asked his wife before kissing her on the cheek and scooping his son into his arms. He was so lucky he had such an amazing family.

"Harmony! Harmony!" the little boy wriggled around in his Dad's arms to look at his Aunt Hermione. She couldn't help but smile when ever he said her name like that. "Come!" he called to her as his eyebrows furrowed together and his little forehead wrinkled as he frowned. He waved his hands in the air as he motioned for his Auntie to go with them.

"I will in a second sweetie, I'm just waiting for Uncle R-"

"Is this the one you were on about Hermione? I think this might be yours Ginny. You'll never guess what happened Hermione, I opened up the drawer you said and it was filled with baby stuff! Can you believe it? Ginny, I think Mum put your old stuff in there…I didn't know you supported the Chudley Cannons" he said, sounding rather confused as he re-entered the room carrying a baby Chudley Cannons jumper.

Everyone gaped at Ron, completely speechless – well except James who was giggling at his Mum and Dad's open-mouthed expressions.

"…Are you serious?" Hermione asked in a dazed voice. Was this actually happening? She and Ginny had spent hours the day before in Diagon Alley buying a whole wardrobe of baby clothes to plant in that drawer for Ron to find! He had always said that the first piece of clothing he wanted their child to wear was a Chudley Cannons jumper…was he honestly not getting it?

"Ye, weird huh? Oh well, here you are anyway-" he held it out infront of him and with a wave of his wand, he charmed it to be at least ten sizes larger and handed it to Hermione "-all set to watch some fireworks then?" he asked perkily.

Hermione vaguely remembered taking the jumper from Ron and sliding it over her head, but truth be told, she was too shocked to really remember anything apart from the obvious lack of intelligence on her husbands behalf.

Ron took a look at everyone's faces, and after asking "what?" and receiving no answer, he shrugged his shoulders and took James from his stunned father's arms and departed from the room.

Once he had disappeared into the back garden, the silence was broken by George's incredulous voice.

"Has someone Confunded the muppet or is he actually that thick?"

"I think Mum must have dropped him on his head as a baby…" Ginny said, in a voice as disbelieving as Georges. She felt Harry shaking behind her and turned around quickly, expecting something bad, but instead was shocked to find him buckling over with laughter.

"D-dropped him? F-f-from wh-where? The Astrono-Astro-Astronomy Tower?" he managed to cry inbetween loud guffaws as he clutched his sides.

He promptly received a smack over the head from his wife before she too realized the comedy of the situation and burst out laughing too.

"This is not funny! It's concerning to see somebody as oblivious as that!" she cried as she threw her hands in the air out of frustration.

"F-Fair play to him! Th-That's p-pretty specialist right there" George stammered inbetween hearty chuckles as he wiped a tear from his cheek and gasped for air.

Hermione stamped her foot on the ground. So far, this wasn't exactly going the way she had planned it to. With her jaw clenched and her hands balled up into determined fists she said "Ginny, get the cake" through clenched teeth and made a dramatic exit through the back door to the garden.

The cold wind whipped around Hermione, causing her curls that had been neatly pinned to the side in an elegant pony tail to fly around her hair.

In hindsight it probably wasn't the smartest thing to wear a knee-length, strapless, black dress with lipstick-red, wedged platform heels at the end of December – but Hermione didn't care. This was a special night for Ron and Hermione and she wanted to look her best.

She scanned the garden with her eyes before walking any further. It looked incredible. The ground was covered in a blanket of fluffy snow and Hermione could see Teddy and Victoire's snowman and woman in the distance under the bare Apple trees. Hermione found it sweet how well the pair got along, they were always together and even let James tag along too even though Teddy was five and Victoire was four.

Paper lanterns of every colour hung from the bare branches of the trees that were scattered throughout the garden. Where there were no lanterns, there were countless fairy lights that bathed the garden in a warm and inviting glow. Under the trees were several round tables with silver table cloths and little candles in the centre.

But the most amazing thing about feature about the garden was not the lights or the pretty tables, or even the fact that it was filled with people! No, it was the Memory Orbs that floated throughout the night sky above the heads of the guests.

Upon their arrival, each guest was given a Memory Orb, similar to a Rememberall in appearance but serving an entirely different purpose. Guests were asked to duplicate their favourite memories throughout the year and place them in the little balls – allowing their memories to be played as if being in a Pensieve, for everyone to see. It added a sentimental touch to the night's festivities, reminding everyone that they were here to celebrate the end of another year and the start of new one in the hopes of making many more wonderful memories.

Hermione found hers almost immediately and smiled when she spotted a familiar head of red hair standing underneath it. She tottered her way through the snow, trying not to fall and was thankful when she reached Ron and snuggled into his side.

"Hey you" he greeted her with a smile as he kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer.

Hermione looked up at her Memory Ball and a lump formed in her throat as her very best memories of the year were replayed before her.

Walking down the aisle.

Being pronounced 'Mrs. Weasley' by Kingsley Shacklebolt – the Minister of Magic who had insisted upon conducting the ceremony as a wedding gift two of the members of the famous Golden Trio.

Kissing Ron that day under the canopy of floating Rose petals.

Dancing with him and her new family at the reception.

Then there were the sweeter memories from throughout the year.

Reading 'Romeo and Juliet' aloud whilst curled up in Ron's lap infront of the fire in their cottage on a rainy day.

Getting bored of reading – for once in her life – and having Ron grab her by the hand to take her dancing the rain.

Waking up to find a trail of red roses leading from their bedroom to the kitchen on her birthday, following them and finding that Ron had made her breakfast with her presents laid on the table before her and a birthday cake that was modeled after 'Hogwarts, A History'.

It was safe to say that Roses were a prominent feature in almost every memory. She had roses in her wedding bouquet. There were cream Rose petals in Hermione's hair on her Wedding day. They were married under a canopy of red rose petals that fell around them when they were announced husband and wife. The rose-shaped earing Hermione wore the day they went dancing in the rain. The rose petal trail on her birthday…they were in every favourite memory she had had the entire year. Roses were her favourite flower, and Hermione hoped that Roses would feature in her life a lot more in the coming years. They were symbols of beauty, passion, wisdom, devotion and timelessness – in short, they symbolized her love for Ron.

"Beautiful isn't it?" she asked as she watched her memories play before her eyes.

Ron looked down at his wife and began stroking her arm with his hand.

"Yes they are, but not as beautiful as you. That's hardly a surprise though, nothing can compare to your level of beauty" he stated affectionately. Hermione's cheeks felt warm and she knew that she was blushing but she couldn't help it. Whenever Ron called her beautiful it warmed her soul and made her heart melt.

She buried herself further into his embrace and reached up to kiss him.

"Speaking of surprises…" she trailed off as she looked over her shoulder to motion for Ginny to come over. She was carrying a cake in her hands and she had a self-assured smirk plastered onto her face as she approached the cuddling couple.

Excitement coursed through Hermione's veins as Ginny got closer and the cake came into view more. It was shaped in the shape of little baby shoes in different shades of pinks and blues with cursive icing writing for shoe-laces that said "Congratulations Daddy Dearest!".

Ron's jaw dropped as he saw the cake and Hermione was just about to reach up and kiss him again when his next words stumped her.

"It's not Dad's birthday is it? Oh Merlin's Beard! If it is then I completely forgot…oh Galloping Gargoyles!" he cried as he grabbed tufts of his hair in-between his fingers and tried his best not to panic.

It was lucky that Ginny had reached the table that they were standing besides, because she dropped the cake when she heard her brother's words.

"Tell me you're joking" she practically begged. Ginny was so not prepared to lose this bet to George, she simply wouldn't allow it.

"No. Why didn't you tell me it was Dad's birthday you numpty? Oh wait – no…Dad's birthday's in February isn't it? Oh praise Merlin! I was panicking for a second there" he breathed a sigh of relief and a soft thankful chuckle escaped his lips.

In the distance Hermione could hear Harry and George's hysteric laughter over by the fireworks and her anger only intensified when Ron took a look at the cake and dragged his finger through the icing and licked it off his finger.

"So what are we celebrating?" he asked as he took a chunk off of the cake and began eating it – strawberry and vanilla sponge cake, his favourite!

Hermione stomped her foot on the ground and let out a shrill cry into the cold night air.

"GEORGE! FIREWORKS! NOW!"

George immediately succumbed to her request and with a wave of his wand, launched several Weasley's Wizards Wheezes Fireworks into the starry night sky.

Ron kept eating the cake but his eyes flitted upwards towards the sky and he smiled inbetween mouthfuls of delicious cake as he saw the colours that filled the sky. The countdown to midnight had begun, and with only ten seconds left, large glittering numbers appeared in the sky and the crowd that had gathered outside joined in the countdown.

"TEN!"

"Hey what's that?" Ron asked as he pointed to little messages that began to fill the sky surrounding the numbers.

"NINE!"

The messages read "Congratulations Ron and Hermione", "Best wishes to the proud new parents!", "All the best for the future!" and more.

"EIGHT!"

Ron choked on his mouthful of cake and was glad that James was sitting at his feet, rather than in his arms otherwise he would have dropped him.

"SEVEN!"

Ron's eyes widened at the messages that appeared and then faded into the stares.

"SIX!"

He began to mentally slap himself as he turned to look at his wife, his mouth still hanging open in shock.

"FIVE!"

His eyes boggled even more when they took in the sight of Hermione in the Chudley Canons jumper, and the vague memories of a conversation he had had with Hermione long ago floated through his mind. His eyes darted to the cake, to the messages, and then back to the jumper again.

"FOUR!"

Hermione's memory ball glowed a bright yellow colour above their heads and he looked up just in time to see Hermione's last two favourite memories of the year appear within the spherical ball of glass.

Hermione looking at her wand and reading the message "Congratulations, you are now four weeks pregnant. For more information please consult your local Healer" for the first time.

A moving image of Ron from only moments before as he realized what Hermione had been trying to tell him for the last fifteen minutes.

"THREE!"

"Hermione…You're…We're…I'm going to be a Dad?" he asked in a breathless voice as a goofy smile appeared on his face.

"TWO!"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically and flung herself at her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Took you long enough to figure it out" she teased him in-between kissing him on his neck, chin and mouth.

"ONE!"

Ron captured Hermione's lips with his own in a passionate, meaningful kiss. In this kiss he tried to tell her how happy he was, how excited he was and how truly thankful he was to her for everything she had given him.

Hermione's lips responded under his and her fingers tangled into his hair as she kissed him back with everything she had.

"HAPPY NEW YEARS!"

They broke apart, both breathing heavily and smiling at one another as the countdown ran out and they entered the New Year together.

However, all of this emotion in space of ten second was too much for Ron's emotional range to handle.

Ron's last words before he fainted was "I'm going to be a Daddy" and before Hermione could even roll her eyes, her husband had passed out – lying on the snow underneath the colorful explosions in the sky.

"About Bloody time don't you think?" Harry asked aloud as he wrapped an arm around his wife who held Teddy in her arms while Harry cradled James in his other one.

"I'll say" she replied while shaking her head and laughing at the sight of her brother lying on the ground, still with that patheticly goofy smile on his face.

"Happy New Years Uncle Harry" Teddy told his Godfather. "Happy New Years Aunt Ginny" he said before reaching up and kissing Ginny on the cheek. She smiled down at the little boy in her arms and kissed him back on the forehead.

"Happy New Years Teddy-Bear" she and her husband cooed before kissing eachother briefly and then turning to their own son and wishing him the same.

"Happy New Years you bunch of wonderful numpties!" came a loud, jeering voice from behind the little family.

Ginny looked over her shoulder and instantly wished she hadn't, failing to contain her disheartened groan.

"That'll be five Galleons little Sis!" he demanded playfully as he ruffled her hair and shook hands with Harry before calling his own wife over to look at his idiot brother passed out on the snow.

In that moment everyone was thinking the same thing: Ron was going to have to take this in Baby Steps.