Muggle and Married

Chapter Three: Realizations

When Hermione entered the room off of her own, she halted at the sight of two fretting babies. The crib closest to the door contained a crying baby girl. The pink curly letters reading Erin Lindsey Weasley were painted along the end of the crib. Erin had red hair with a definite curl to it, baby blue eyes, and a very red face from crying. Hermione scooped up her bawling child, jiggling her slightly. She felt, rather than heard, Ron enter the room. He crossed over to the crib with bold royal blue letters proclaiming to the world that it held Sean David Weasley. Ron picked up his crying son, and began to hum softly.

"Can you believe this is real?" Hermione asked softly as she carried Erin over to the changing table. "Who would have figured that you and I would have kids, twins no less?"

"There's history of twins in my family." He made no comment about the fact Hermione was now evidently in his family. Then again, he was still having a hard time dealing with the fact that he and Hermione were
married. He felt complete. Ron was never an emotional person, but right now he could almost swear he felt tears sting the back of his eyes as he glanced down at the little boy he was holding smiling up at him with a grin he new all too well. He'd seen it countless times over the past seven years, for it often radiated form the girl across the room from him.

"Ron, are you ok?" Hermione asked. She looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "Ronald, Sean is hungry...and will you go see if there is any formula in the pantry?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure." He carried the cooing baby into the kitchen, muttering nonsense to him. "You're mum is just about the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Bet you're sister grows up to look just like her. Well Erin does have red hair, but other than that she looks just like your mum. But you," he said, bouncing his son in front of him. "Will look just like me and probably fall in love with your best friend the way I did." Ron stopped talking abruptly. "Oh my God!" he whispered. "I'm in love with Hermione Granger, and Harry is going to kill me. She's practically his sister! Oh, Daddy's done it now, kid, so you want to watch me get my butt kicked by your Uncle Harry?"

Hermione walked into the kitchen, rolling her eyes at Ron who was still just standing there spouting nonsense to Sean. Holding Erin against her hip she walked to the pantry and pulled out a can of formula. Searching through
the cabinets she found two bottles and mixed the formula. She handed a bottle to Ron and kept one to feed to Erin. Ron still looked dumbfounded at being a father so she didn't say anything to him, but focused on the baby
girl in her arms. Hermione had always dreamed of having kids one day, not at eighteen, of course, but someday. But she reminded herself she wasn't eighteen she was twenty five: according to the driver's license she had found in her purse. She sat in a rocking chair that was positioned in the living room just off the kitchen. Just as she got Erin to sleep she heard a shriek come from the next house.

"Ron! What the heck was that? Is someone hurt?" Hermione rushed out into the backyard, a baby in her arms and Ron behind her. They sped into the alleyway behind their house and into the next yard. As they reached
the backdoor, Ginny came out cursing a blue streak, Harry not long after. All the noise woke up the twins who started bawling and pandemonium reigned.

"Ginny! It wasn't on purpose, for Merlin's sake! I went to sleep in my own bed and woke up in yours, I mean ours, I mean..." Harry yelled at Ginny.

"I don't care if it was on purpose, Harry! I woke up and you were draped all over me your hands were not where they should be, and I now have a kid. And I'm OLD!" She screamed back.

"And this is my fault how? You're the one that started the fight, now you've got a wedding band on you're left hand and so do I and we can figure out how to live through the next month and figure out how to be teenagers
again or else be stuck like this."

"Harry! Ginny! What's going on?" Hermione asked loudly over the twins and their own screaming. They stopped yelling abruptly, staring at the two babies that Ron and Hermione held.

"Has our whole world gone mad?" Ginny asked in bewilderment. "What the bloody hell is going on?"

"We've been put into a possible future reality. Where we're Muggles, married, and have kids. Our kids will most likely be Muggles as well," Hermione spouted. Ron looked at her with that 'Do know everything?' look.

"I read about it in Projects and Problems- a Guide to all Your Term Nightmares. Oh, honestly, Ron, They do something like this every year. If you would pay attention in Prefects meetings, you would know that." Hermione rolled her eyes. A cry could be heard from inside the house,

Harry let out a sigh. "Must be the kid mentioned in the letter," Harry muttered.

"Harry James Potter! That KID is you're daughter! And her name is Isabella. Now you just march you're happy butt into that house and make her stop crying before I fry it for breakfast," Ginny yelled at Harry. Harry looked like he was about to argue but Ginny sent him her most menacing Mrs. Weasley look and he turned and went into the house.

"You're scary, Gin," Ron stated matter-of-factly. "You're turning into Mum." Ginny slugged him in the shoulder. Hermione laughed as Ron winced, Sean giggled from his spot in Ron's arms, Erin cooed, and Ginny grinned. But the serene, momentary peace was broken when Harry came out of the back door holding an un-happy Isabella at arms length. Ginny gave him 'The Look' and took her from him. Cuddling the little girl close she went back into
the house with Hermione on her heels, the boys were about to follow when Ron motioned for Harry to hold back.

After the girls had gone inside, Harry turned to Ron. "What's up, Ron?"

"I learned something this morning." He jiggled Sean on his hip as he spoke.

"And that would be what?" Harry replied with eyebrows raised.

"Ready to see dad get his but kicked by your uncle Harry, Kid?" Ron asked Sean. "I'm in love with Hermione."

"So? Tell me something I don't know." Harry chuckled.

"You aren't mad? I mean if you had a thing for Gin I'd be kinda mad, actually no I wouldn't, better you than some other bloke." Harry looked guilty, not that Ron noticed.

"Um, Ron..."

"You two get your sorry male butts in here now and help us with these kids!" Ginny called.

"When did Ginny turn into a tyrant?" Harry asked under his breath.

"Hey, you married her," Ron replied.