The Marriage Decree

Chapter 126: This Could Be A Blessing

Sat in a highchair at the end of the table, James squeezes a chip his mum has just passed him from her plate. He mushes it into his mouth, laughing as he chews with his grin wide open.

"Beautiful," Ginny laughs, turning back to Hermione, sat opposite her. "Yeah, anyway, Mum came knocking at seven o'clock this morning, we were all still in bed, sleeping."

"What did she want?" Hermione asks, interested in her friend's story.

"It's dad's day off, so they came for breakfast, of course," Ginny sarcastically grins.

"You mean they wanted to have a nosy look around the new house?" Hermione asks.

"Exactly," her eyes light up. "It's not like they've never been around, it's Grimmauld Place, we lived there for nearly a whole summer," she sighs. "And we only moved in two weeks ago."

"How's it going?" Hermione asks, earning herself a tired glare. "Sorry, I asked." She sips her tea.

"Do you know how many rooms are in Grimmauld Place?"

Hermione shakes her head. Despite spending the better part of one summer helping the Weasley's tidy the many bedrooms and reception rooms, she lost count on how many there were.

"Neither do we," Ginny admits. "So, I let them in while Harry got the kids dressed, and Mum starts complaining straight away, asking if I'm planning on getting dressed today."

Ginny looks increasingly more tired, shovelling some salad in her mouth, passing her son another chip.

"That's how mums are sometimes," Hermione nods.

"Not us," Ginny points out.

"Just you wait," Hermione hints.

Ginny chuckles, "Well, the kids came down, and mum started fussing over them while I went back up and got dressed."

"Is that why you're looking put together today?" Hermione teases.

Her friend gasps, hurt, "Yes, it is." She grins. "Anyway, Harry makes breakfast for us all, just some eggs and toast, and we've all got drinks, but this one here specifically wants my drink," she nods at James in the highchair. "And he just grabs for it, spilling it down himself."

"Not on the new wooden floors?"

"Of course, on the new wooden floors. Thank Merlin for cleaning spells." She sighs. "Then Mum starts complaining about giving him orange juice, apparently, it's not good for their teeth, or something, but's it's not like I gave it to him. I was drinking orange juice; my son stole it." She complains.

Hermione shudders, "I'm sorry, I haven't been able to think about orange juice since you drank that orange juice cup of tea." She puts her own cup of tea down, feeling nauseous.

"I'm sorry!" She sarcastically says with indignation. "I was having pregnancy cravings." She defends herself.

"It's disgusting, Gin-"

"Oh, shit!" Ginny curses, eyes flickering to her son to make sure he hadn't heard her.

"What's wrong?" Hermione panics, scanning James.

"I think I'm pregnant," Ginny whispers, leaning over the table.

"What!" Hermione's voice raises in surprise.

"Shh," her friend slaps her hand.

"What do you mean, you think you're-"

"Shh," she shushes her again.

"Okay, has it just dawned on you?"

"I've been drinking a lot of orange juice recently," Ginny states, as though that's evidence enough.