George was awoken by Hermione shrieking. He nearly fell out of the bed in his panicked state.
“What’s wrong?” George asked, his heart beat rising to his throat. But when he looked at her, nothing seemed out of place. In fact, she was smiling wickedly at him.
“They kicked.” After being awoken in such a matter, George didn’t quite understand.
“Are you mad, woman? Who kicked?” George asked in a sleep induced haze.
“The babies, you silly man.” Hermione smiled at him, her hand pressed against her stomach proudly. George’s eyes lit up like the sun. Hermione took his hand and placed it where she had felt the kick. They waited anxiously for several moments and nothing happened. The light in George’s eyes faded just as quickly as it arrived. Hermione’s smile fell slightly.
“Maybe they don’t like to be put on the spot.” Hermione offered. George tried to smile, but couldn’t seem to hide his disappointment. Hermione cuddled into the crooks of his body.
“There’s something I want you to remember.” She whispered to him.
“What’s that, love?” George asked, monotone, still stinging with disappointment.
“It only happens when it doesn’t matter.” The words echoed inside of George’s mind.
“You really are the brightest witch of your age.” George kissed the top of her head.
“So they tell me.” Hermione smirked. They spent the rest of the morning in bed, cuddling, exchanging smiles and sweet words. George couldn’t help but to stare at Hermione’s ever-growing stomach and wondering why his children wouldn’t kick for him. He tried pushing it to the back of his mind. The more he expected and wanted it to happen, the more it wouldn’t. It only happens when it doesn’t matter. When afternoon lazily rolled around, George jumped out of bed and threw on clothes.
“Where are you going?” Hermione questioned with her face painted with disappointment.
“I have to run a few errands. I’ll be back in a few hours. Stay in bed, rest, and I’ll be back before you know it.” George told her. Satisfied with that answer, Hermione laid back down. George kissed her sweetly, promised once again of his quick return, left their bedroom, and shut the door behind him. But George didn’t leave the flat yet. He intended to leave Hermione a note to find when she finally left the bed. He picked up a scrap of paper and an old quill from the table and began to write.
“My dearest Hermione,
Meet me at the pond by the Burrow at sunset.
All my love,
George” He placed it where he was sure she’d see it and went to run his errands. First he stopped by the shop to make sure Ron had everything at the Burrow in place. George stepped into his shop and he was finding that the more he was there; the more it was starting to feel like home again. Ron greeted him with a warm, brotherly hug.
“Is everything ready?” George asked, breaking away from his brother.
“Everything is ready; all you two have to do is show up.” Ron told him.
“Thank you so much for doing this for me, it really means a lot.”
“You know I’d do anything to help. Are you sure you’re ready for this though?” Ron asked, changing the tone of the conversation entirely.
“Of course I’m ready. I’ve been ready since the day I meet her, it just took me awhile to realize it.” George confirmed.
“As long as you’re ready, I’m happy, for the both of you.” Ron said with a smile, reassuring George that he truly meant his words.
“Thank you, again. I must be off. I have to pick up the most important thing. See you later tonight!” George called to Ron as he was walking out the door. He walked the short distance to the shop where he had been the day before. The owner quickly pulled out George’s purchase. George inspected it closely, wanting everything to be perfect. George was pleased and thanked the owner and left with the item stored safely in his right pocket. He apparated to the empty Burrow and changed into his best set of clothes and waited for the sun to begin its descent and for Hermione to arrive. Nervousness began to enter his bloodstream, making his heart pulse with anxiousness. Everything was about to change.
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