George: George stepped out of the room once more, still dishevelled looking but had a huge smile plastered on his face and arms up in the air, shouted “IT’S A GINGER!”
Molly: She jumped up quickly and hugged her dishevelled son. “Congratulations Georgie!” She released him from her grip, but keeps hold of his arms. “Will we get to see our grandson soon?”
George:“Soon, Mum, everyone will get to see him and Angie soon but we reckon it’d be nice if Dante and Jonathan would be the first to go inside.” He said smiling while opening the door a little wider, signalling them to come in.
Dante: “Thank you, George.” He said, before grabbing his sons arm. “Get up you lazy toerag, we’re going to see sister and your nephew.”
Jonathon:Jonathon stood up quickly, and smiled at George. “Congrats, mate.” He said before winking and walking past George into Angies room.
Alvita:Grinning from ear to ear, Alvita motioned for her husband and son to come to her side. “He is beautiful. She did such a wonderful job. I’m so proud of her”
Angelina: Angie was propped up on the pillows, hair wild and completely exhausted but her attention remained fixated on the deep blue eyes of the little baby in her arms, deep mahogany tufts of hair sticking out from the blanket. She looked up at her family, a warm smile stretching across her lips.
Dante: “We’re all proud of her,” he said joining his wife. He smiled warmly at his daughter, “Well done, darling.”
Jonathon: “Congrats Angie,” he said making his way to the side of her bed.
George:He walked back into the room and smiled at them all before standing at Angies side. “The perfect mix of Johnson and Weasley, wouldn’t you say?”
Angelina: “He’s perfect..” she whispered and looked up at her family. “So how does it feel to be a Granddad then, Dad? And you…” she looked at Jonny “An uncle at sixteen. It was nice of McGonagall to let you come and see him”
Alvita: “If McGonagall wouldn’t have let him, I would have pulled him out anyway. No way is he missing the birth of his nephew.”
Dante: He smiled at his daughter proudly, “It feels good to be a granddad, although it might take a little while to get used to it.”
Jonathon: “I’ll be an amazing uncle to this little man,” He said, looking at his sister and the baby in her arms, “And do you know why? Because he’s given me a reason to refer to dad as granddad.”
George: He laughed, “You had better be a good uncle, Jonathon, nothing but the best for this Guy.” He touched Jonathon’s shoulder gently and winked
Angelina: She laughed at her brother and held up the baby. “Want to say hello?”
Alvita: “Carefully though Jonathon.”
Jonathon: He smiled at Angelina and moved closer to her, before scowling at his mother. “Mum, I’m not going to drop him, give me some credit.”
George: “She’s just being a concerned Grandma,” he smirked.
Angelina: She told Jonny what to do before gently lowering Fred into his arms. Fred gave a little stir at the disturbance before falling back into his little sleep, mouth opening in a little ‘o’ as he yawned.
Alvita: Her eyes reddened as Fred was given to her son and she watched him coo over him. She grabbed her husbands arm and started to cry silently.
Dante: He moved closer to his wife, watching what his son was doing.
Jonathon: When Angie passed Fred to him, he couldn’t help but smile. “Hello Fred, I’m your uncle. And I’m going to help you make your parent’s lives hell.”
George: “Ha! Thanks, mate.” he laughed.
Angelina: “Excuse me, my fiancé is number 1 prankster remember?” she winked at him. “Anyway, does this make you want to go back to school and make one of your own with Willow?” she teased.
Alvita: “Angelina! He won’t be doing anything of the sort. Jonathon, you had better not be thinking of making babies with anyone.”
Dante: He looked at his son, “You better hadn’t make any until you’re out of school.”
Jonathan: “Your fiancé is the number one prankster, but what if this little guy wants to prank his father? He can’t exactly ask George for help, can he?” He said, looking at his sister, “But no, this does not make me want to have one of my own.” He turned to look at his parents before continuing, “The activity that makes one sounds fun though.”
George: “I will be very proud the day he starts pulling pranks on me. And I know Fred will be too,” he smiled looking at Angie.
Angelina: Angie was in hysterics at her brother’s innuendo. She was glad that they were close. “As long as it’s not me he’s pranking…”
Alvita: She gave her son a little tap on the shoulder, careful of the baby. “Jonathan! You two are as bad as each other.” She turned to George with a stern face but a smile lay in her eyes, “if that boy ever pranks his Grandmother, I will not be pleased.”
Jonathan: He laughed before cooing over Fred again. “He’ll prank whoever he wants to, because his awesome uncle is going to help him.”
George: “Well if he is anything like his uncle Fred, no one is safe. Sorry Alvita.” He smiled.
Alvita: “I s’pose I will just have to learn some pranks of my own,” she laughed. “Jonathan, why don’t you give Fred to your father.”
Jonathan: “I suppose I could.” He said, passing Fred to his father, “Here you go, granddad.”
Dante: He took his grandson carefully, remembering how to hold a baby properly. “Hello Fred.” he said with a smile, “Don’t you look like your parents?”
George: He looked over to Angie and grinned. “Think we have a future Quidditch player there, Dante?”
Alvita: Alvita went to stand over by Jonathon, putting her arm over his shoulder and kissed his temple. “You will be a great uncle, love.”
Dante: He looked over to George. “Well, with two parents that love the sport, I’m guessing he’ll be a fine quidditch player.”
Jonathan: “I know I will, mum” he said proudly, “And you’ll be an amazing grandma. Although, you won’t be as cool as me.”
George: “He will win us the world cup one day.”
Alvita: She laughed, “of course not, son. And you two, Fred will be whoever he wants.” She gave them a half hearted glare.
Dante: “He can be whoever he wants to be.” He looked at this wife and smiled, “Do you want to hold Fred?”
George: George nodded with a small smile, “of course Alvita.”
Angelina: “Hey, he’s only been here for about twenty bloody minutes!” she exclaimed with a light chuckle. She caught her reflection in the mirror, “Ugh, Mum can I borrow your hairbrush please? I look like Trelawney!” she moaned slightly. She didn’t mind looking like a bit of a state - seeing as she’d just given birth, but hair like a bird’s nest just wasn’t acceptable.
Alvita: “yes, yes. Hand him over.” She grinned, taking her Grandson, “hello precious,” she cooed, holding his little hand. “Oh, yes of course, honey, in my bag,” she nodded her head in the direction of her bag but kept her focus on little Fred. “It’s Grandma, I don’t think I will ever let you go, ever. Though mummy might not be too happy about that.”
Dante: He walked over to Angie and hugged her tightly. “I’m so proud of you, sweetie.”
George: George picked up Alvita’s handbag and pulled out her brush. “here you go, love. I would do it but I might hurt you, your hair is a state.” he grinned passing Angie the brush.
Angelina: She hugged her father tightly “Thanks Dad. I love you” she gave a mocking glare at George as she snatched the brush from his hand and began tugging it through her knotty locks. “Thank you so much for being here, your support is amazing, especially you, mum” she said, watching her Mother coo over Fred. “we should get Molly and Arthur in…”
Alvita: She smiled at Angie “Okay, you’re right love.” she slowly walked up to George and reluctantly passed him over. “now, George you had better dote on my little girl after this,” she smiled, “and you, little man, had better not give mummy and daddy too much hassle.” she kissed George on the cheek then went to hug Angie, “you did so well. I love you.”
Dante: Dante nodded at George, “you had better listen to Alvita, don’t want an angry mother in law.” he smiled and said his goodbyes to them before walking his son and wife out of the room. “We’ll tell them to come in. Keep him safe.”
Alvita: Alvita’s arm interlocked with her husbands as they walked out the hospital room. Jonathan strode past them with a grin on his face then went to stand with Ron and Ginny, starting a rather loud conversation about how cute his new nephew is. ”Molly, you and Arthur may go in now,” she said, touching Molly’s arm gently with a smile of utter happiness.
Molly: “Thank you Alvita,” she said, rushing into the room and making her way over to the bed. “Congratulations Angie, dear.” She said with a huge smile.
Arthur: He stood beside his wife with a ridiculous grin on his face. “What a beauty,” he cooed.
Molly: “He’s such a beautiful baby,” she said, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing her eyes, “He’ll be a heartbreaker when he’s older.”
Angelina: She looked up at George who was now holding their child proudly. “Oh Molly I’m just…it’s so emotional. I just want to stare at him forever.” she said, sipping at a glass of water. “Although I do wonder how you managed to go through labour six times! You must be a woman of steel!”
George: George touched Fred’s hand gently then addressed both his parents, “want to hold him?”
Molly: She looked at George and smiled. “Of course I want to hold my grandson!”
Arthur: Arthur grinned and leaned in to mutter affectionately “My wife is nothing if not a woman of steel,” to Angelina.
Angelina: “I heartily agree, Arthur.” she beamed up at her future father-in-law
George: he slowly passed Fred to his mother, careful to support every part of his small body. “Angie was so good; I’m in awe of what you women do.”
Molly: “You should be in awe George, giving birth is hard work, but it’s always worth it.” She took her grandson from George and rocked him gently. “Oh Arthur,” she said, staring down at her grandson, “Look how handsome he is.”
Arthur: He put a hand on Molly’s back and leaned in slightly to look at his grandson. His eyes welled with tears. “Little Fred…” he whispered with both joy and sadness but, despite the tears, he was smiling. “What a beautiful child you two made.”
Angelina: Angie looked on at her future in-law’s, the smile on her face didn’t cease. It completely tugged on her heart to see them cooing over their grandson. “Thank you..”
George: He looked at his dad and smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder, “uncle Fred is looking down and keeping this little boy safe.” he whispered with sadness in his voice.
Molly: Molly became entranced by Fred, ignoring the people around her as she spoke in a whisper to her grandson.
Arthur: He looked up to George and smiled with pride. Of course, he still missed his son Fred but even the tears in his eyes couldn’t take away from this beautiful life.
George: George looked over at Angie, noticing how tired she looked. “I’m hoping they will let us take him home as soon as possible but the midwife didn’t say anything about it.”
Molly: She stroked Fred’s little tuft of hair, “as long as baby and mummy are okay they should let her go once they are sure she has a good rest. When I had you and Fred, they wouldn’t let me leave for three days, but there were two of you.”
Arthur: He chuckled. “You should have seen your mother. She threw an absolute fit. She just wanted to get the two of you home and into the cribs she’d made up.”
George: “I expect nothing less from mum,” he laughed.
Molly: “Ssh George. Angelina will be no different; she will want to get out of here as soon as she can. All new mothers are the same.” She gave Angie a reassuring smile.
Arthur: He took a step back and sat down on a chair near the bed, watching his family with all its additions.
Angelina: “I just want to get home to our bed. These things are so uncomfortable…” she said, shifting about trying to get comfortable. “plus I want to get Fred all tucked up nicely in his crib. I can’t wait.” her eyes glittered.
George: “Neither can I, hospitals aren’t the most jolly of places.” He gave Angie a soft smile, “we will have him home in no time.”
Molly: “you have a whole waiting room full of people wanting to meet this little fella. Arthur do you want to have a quick hold and then we will leave them?” She smiled sympathetically at Angie, “try not to get overwhelmed by all the people, dear. And the moment you’ve had enough and get too tired just say.”
Arthur: “No, thank you. Not today. The little guy needs some rest. He’ll grow to love this face soon enough,” he teased.
Angelina: “He will indeed, Arthur” she said with a smile “Thank you both for everything”
George: “If you say so, dad,” he laughed, “I think it is just more a case of him growing to get used to it.”
Molly: She nodded to Arthur, “you are probably right, dear.” She slowly passed Fred back to his mum and kissed her forehead. “If you need anything, anything. Just let us know, okay?” She beckoned for Arthur to come to her side. “I’ll get your sister, brother and Harry in.” She gave George one of her huge motherly hugs and shuffled her and Arthur out of the door, blowing them both a kiss as they did.
Arthur: He gave George a look before he wrapped his arm around Molly and walked out the door with her.
Molly: Molly stepped out of the room followed closely by Arthur, and made her way over to where Ron and Ginny were standing. “You two and Harry can go in now,” she said with a huge smile.
Ron: Ron beamed as his parents came out of the delivery room. “What’s he like?” Molly gave him a look and motioned for him to go in; he smiled and walked through the door. “Hi.”
George: He chuckled as his brother came into the room, “hey, Ron. Come meet your nephew.”
Ginny: “‘Scuse me,” she said in a singsong voice and wedged herself between Ron’s side and the door before slipping entirely into the room. Ginny gave a small wave to the little tyke and mouthed a hello. “Thank Merlin Angie’s gorgeous George,” she said nudging George with her shoulder.
Harry: “Yeah I second that. Who knows what the little man would’ve looked like if he got his dad’s looks..” Harry teased, winking at George and clapping him on the shoulder. “Nah mate, well done. He’s lovely”
Ron: Ron, walked over to his elder brother and went to shake his hand but instead pulled him into a huge hug, “Congrats, George.” He pulled back and got a closer look at Fred. He let out a strange gasp then laughed, “very handsome,” he cooed kissing Angie on the cheek.
George: He watched his sister and brother in law make their way into the room as he grinned like the proud new father he is. “No, you’re right. it is a good job Angie is as stunning as she is,” he smiled then grunted as Ron bear hugged him. “Thanks, Ron. He’s perfect.”
Angelina: “Aww thanks Gin, bless you” she said softly. She held Fred out for Ginny to hold and beamed as she took him carefully into her arms.
Harry: Harry approached his wife from behind and rested his chin upon her shoulder, watching little Fred’s bright blue eyes gaze up at them as Ginny rocked him gently back and forth. He smiled lovingly down at the child, reaching out to lightly stroke his little nose.
Ron: Ron watched Fred be carefully passed to Ginny before turning to Angie, “so, er…was it hard?’ he went bright red as he said it and shifted awkwardly on his feet.
George: “You two look good with a baby,” he smiled at his sister and brother in law. he then burst into laughter at Ron’s comment, “what do you think Won Won?”
Angelina: She nodded, agreeing with George’s comment on Ginny and Harry before sending him a little scolding look for teasing Ron. “He’s only interested, George” she looked back to a blushing Ron, smiling warmly. “To be completely frank, Ron… Imagine trying to squeeze an orange out of your crown jewels” she said, giggling.
George: “Okay, love. I’m sorry Won Won,” he smirked, winking at Ginny.
Harry: He gave his wife a squeeze, a secret way of agreeing with George as he placed his other arm about her waist as they swayed lightly, rocking their nephew.
Ron: He looked up at George, his ears red, “my name isn’t Won Won.” He quickly turned to Angie, “sorry.”
Angelina: “Don’t be sorry, silly. George is just being a git.” she said, winking at her fiancé.
George: He laughed and smirked at Ron, “sorry mate, its was a stupid question though.”
Harry: He snorted at the mini bicker going on behind him and turned around “Hey Ron, you should come and have a quick hold, I’m sure poor Angie’s tired and there are more people to come say hello, too” he said, pushing the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Ron: Ron nodded and glared at George. “Okay, hand him over then,” he held out his arms and took Fred carefully. “Alright, mate? I’m uncle Ron, the best uncle at out the lot. Uncle Harry’s a bit naff, “he smirked. “Uncle Charlie is a idiot and Uncle Bill, well he is okay but nothing compared to me.”
Angelina: Angie’s cheeks were beginning to become sore with all the smiling, but she didn’t care. “Bless him, he’s falling asleep. I guess now we know who to call on in the middle of the night when he won’t sleep….” she chuckled.
George: George watched his brother and smiled contently. “Yes, Ron is on night duty.”
Harry: “Too bad mate!” he chortled, patting his mate on the back.
Ron: Ron huffed, “no, that is you two’s job.”
Ginny: “Stay still Ronald,” she scolded with a hushed voice watching as Fred’s eyes fluttered shut. “And ‘the best uncle’ gets night duty,” she whispered with a faint laugh.
Harry: “Nice try..” he snickered, stealing a smooch off’ his redhead. He turned and saw Angie yawn, “Right, well I think that’s our cue to leave. You must be extremely knackered, Ang” he said, pecking her forehead. “Well done you love, he’s beautiful. Congratulations”
Ron: Ron frowned as Harry said it was their cue to leave, he looked down at Fred and smirked, “I’ll be back.” He then slowly walked over to Angie and passed him back, “nice job…on you know…having him,” he went red again and bowed his head.
Angelina: She beamed up at Harry and Ron, gently taking a snoozing Fred back into her arms. “Thank you, all of you have been so great to me throughout this pregnancy, I really appreciate it.”
George: He gave them all a thankful smile, “you really have all been great, yes, even you Ron.” He laughed and winked at him.
Harry: He chuckled as he escorted his wife and best mate from the room, turning once more to give a little wave. “We’ll see you at home” he said, the last to go through the door.
Ron: Ron walked out of the room, straight to his mum, completely ignoring Blaise and Astoria. “He is so small,” he cooed to Molly.
Harry: Harry came out of the delivery room, arms tight around his wife and nuzzling into her ear. “I want one of those…” he murmured, grinning widely.
Ginny: Ginny pinched her husband’s arm playfully, giggling softly as she did. “We’ll work on that…” she said loud enough for only him to hear with a coy smile. She stopped walking in front of the other couple and smiled politely. “You can go in now,” she said to Astoria and Blaise.
Astoria: Astoria had watched the three of them closely as they walked out of the door, praying that they would be invited in before Hermione and Draco. She smiled sweetly to Ginny, “thanks.” She stood and looked at Blaise, “come on.”
Blaise: Blaise got up and gave a slight nod. “Oh…right…uh, yeah….” he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked over at Draco before walking over to the door.
Astoria: Astoria walked into the delivery room and grinned as soon as she saw the little bundle in Angies arms. She mouthed hello to George and walked up to the bed. The tuff of dark auburn hair stuck out from the blankets and she met his striking eyes, “Merlin, Angie. He is gorgeous.”
Angelina: She grinned up at her friends as they entered the room and leant up slightly to peck them on the cheek. “Thank you… He definitely takes after his father.” she looked down at her son “Now Fred sweetie, this is your Aunty Tori and she’s very special because she’s your godmother…” she whispered. “and she’s not going to teach you swear words or let you have as much candy as you want or let you sip from her wine glass… Is she?” she concluded, looking up at Astoria and winking at her.
George: George Smiled at Astoria and gave Blaise a small, friendly nod. He laughed with Angie as she spoke and poured her some water.
Blaise: He wasn’t paying too much attention to the adults in the room. In fact, all of his attention was set on the beautiful baby in her arms. He seemed almost in awe. He’d always wondered how a little person could be so tiny. He slowly smiled, just watching the baby affectionately, keeping quiet.
Astoria: she laughed, “Oh no, I would never.” She gently touched his little hand that had crept out from under the blanket, “hello, handsome. You certainly give your daddy a run for his money don’t you?” She grinned, looking up at Angie and kissed her cheek, “I’m so happy for you.”
Angelina:She nodded in agreement, smiling affectionately at George before lowering the baby into Tori’s arms. “Here, have a cuddle…”
George: He watched Blaise for a moment, almost in shock of his reaction to Fred. “I agree with you on that, Astoria.” He held out the cup of water to Angie as she passed Fred to Astoria.
Blaise: He leaned over Astoria’s shoulder, gently putting a finger down to touch one of his tiny little hands.
Astoria: She smiled; “are you sure?” she asked a bit wary but then took him in her arms gently. “wow. Hello, Fred,” she whispered, smiling down at him. When Blaise came to her side she grinned, watching him coo over the baby. “You must be shattered, Angie.”
Angelina: “I am. But it’s alright, you lot have been waiting a long time to meet him.” she said, giving them a reassuring smile. “So, are you sure you don’t want children, Tori?”
George:“You have to get used to holding him at some point, Astoria,” he chuckled. A content smile swept his lips as he looked at them cooing over Fred.
Astoria:“I think a Godson will do at the moment, Angie,” she whispered with a smirk, rocking Fred a little.
Angelina: She let out a soft giggle, smiling up at Blaise and his surprising warm interest in Fred. “I’m sure we’ll be hearing the pitter patter of little Greengrasses one day… Or should I say Zabini’s?” she added slyly, smirking cheekily.
George: George smiled and sat on the bed next to her.
Astoria: She looked up at Blaise then smiled, “shut up Angie,” she laughed.
Blaise: Blaise looked up at them and seemed to get brought back to reality. “Huh?” he asked softly before he looked to Astoria. He slowly smiled and looked back at Fred. “It’s completely up to her,” he whispered. “I think we’d have pretty beautiful babies, if I say so myself. I mean, look at who the mum would be…”
Astoria: She hid a huge smile from Blaise’s words by looking down at Fred again. “Well, this little boy is rather breathtaking, himself. And I don’t care if mummy likes it or not, you are getting spoilt by me.”
Angelina: She giggled. “Don’t spoil him too much, Tori he’ll never want to leave you!”
George: “He will always want to come home to his mummy,” he reassured her. “Well his mum and his awesome dad.”
Blaise: He smiled, “I have to say that George is right…this little one’s going to get pampered within an inch of his little life.”
Astoria: Astoria looked up at Blaise, “do you want to hold him?”
Angelina:Angie smiled at George, reaching out for him to kiss him sweetly. “His very awesome Daddy” she agreed.
George: “Very very awesome,” he smiled as he kissed her back. “And Astoria. Thanks for getting hold of everyone for us.”
Blaise: He looked at the baby nervously before he slowly smiled and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’d really like that…”
Astoria: she smiled and slowly passed Fred to him, “got him?” she grinned, standing rather close to him just in case he dropped him.
Angelina: “Bless him” she said under her breath “He’s going to sleep so well in that crib you bought him, Blaise. That was ever so thoughtful of you…”
George:“It really was very kind of you. Angie has had it made for weeks now, though there isn’t much room for Fred to sleep in it, it’s almost filled with all the cuddly toys Astoria has bought him.”
Blaise: He smiled rather shyly, “I got him,” he whispered to Astoria before he glanced up at Angelina and George. “Well, the babe has to have a nice thing to sleep in…and…I know that personally, sleep’s one of my favourite pastimes,” he gave them a crooked smile.
Astoria:She nodded at Blaise and smiled, moving to put her arm around his waist so she could still coo over Fred. “I may have got a bit carried away with the toys. And he’s right. Blaise doesn’t do much else but sleep,” she teased, “he is pretty much a baby himself.”
Angelina: Angie laughed heartily at her friends. “Well I hope that Fred likes his sleep as much as you do” she said.
George: He laughed and watched Blaise very carefully. “I hope so too, but we have Ron to deal with the night shift anyway.”
Blaise:He chuckled, smiling down at little Fred. “He’s one lucky little bloke.”
Astoria: she looked up at Angie and mouthed ‘how cute is Blaise?’ before laughing a bit. “If you guys need anything else for him, just let me know, yeah?”
Angelina: She nodded, grinning at Tori as she watched Blaise. “Oh don’t be silly Tori, I couldn’t do that. Besides, we already have everything we need” she said politely.
George:“You have been generous enough, both of you,” he smiled.
Blaise: He looked up at the other couple, “Well, if anything were to come up…” he said, giving a slight nod before gazing back down at the baby. “Hmm, I think the baby wants to go back to Mum.”
Astoria: She smiled, rubbing Blaise’s back a little, “we should probably go, you look shattered and Draco and Granger are still outside.”
Angelina: She reached out and took her baby back into her arms. “Thank you both so much for being here.” she turned to Tori “and you, Godmum. For keeping your cool when I went into labour”
George:He watched Blaise pass Fred to Angie and then smiled at Astoria, ”thanks for getting in contact with me and everyone so quickly.”
Blaise: Blaise watched baby Fred get passed back to his mum and let out a little sigh, though he smiled at them and gave a slight nod. “Right…well….” he held out his hand for Astoria’s.
Astoria: She took Blaises hand and gave it a light squeeze before leaning over the bed to kiss Angies cheeks then do the same to George. “I wasn’t cool, I was freaking out,” she laughed. “Congratulations, he is beautiful,” she smiled, leading Blaise out of the room.
Angelina: She watched the pair and lifted up Fred’s tiny hand and waved it. “Bye Aunty Tori and Uncle Blaise” she giggled before blowing a kiss at her friends.
Astoria: Holding Blaise’s hand with a grin on her face she whispered to him, “go tell Draco and Granger.” She looked over to them, caught Draco’s eyes then kissed Blaise’s check before letting go of him and walking over to congratulate Angies parents.
Blaise: Blaise nodded and meandered over to Draco and Hermione, giving them both a crooked smile. “You two can go in now,” he said with a slight nod of his head back towards the door. Hermione beamed as she stood up and held out her hand for Draco’s.
Draco: Draco stood and slid his hand naturally into Hermione’s. “Thanks, mate,” he said, looking kind of wide eyed and awkward
Hermione: She smiled at him before she went into the room. She grinned crookedly, “Hey you two,” she beamed, “Look at that beautiful baby!”
Angelina: “Hello you, long time no see honey. How have you both been?” she beamed up at the couple, beckoning them over “Come and say hello and show me that ring!”
George: George gave both of them friendly nods, “hey.”
Draco: He gave an awkward wave and stood just inside the door, letting Hermione do the girl thing.
Hermione: She grinned as she walked over to them both, kissing George on the cheek and then leaning down and doing the same to Angie. “I know! I’ve missed you both terribly,” she responded, looking down at the baby. She beamed and gently kissed him on the forehead. “I’ve been so busy with work and everything else…” she said, though she looked guilty and sounded apologetic. She really had missed seeing them. She blushed as she held out her left hand, biting her lip. She still felt incredibly modest about the whole thing.
Angelina: She beckoned Draco to come in to the room and see the baby before grabbing Hermione’s hand and inspecting the ring, gasping lightly. “That’s bloody beautiful, ‘mione. Congratulations again”
George: He smiled on at the two witches, his baby nestled in between them, sleeping soundly. He chuckled lightly.
Draco: Draco stepped forward awkwardly. He didn’t feel like he should be there. Seeing George and Angelina like that made him rethink the idea of babies. He would be a horrible father… Hermione would be brilliant but he’d be a piece of shit… He swallowed hard and sort of leaned around to look at the sleeping wrinkled mess of baby. It wasn’t very attractive… Why was everyone fawning? He kept his mouth shut, his thoughts to himself, and his expression neutral. He didn’t understand babies. He never would. The only thing he understood was doting and buying rings much larger than necessary.
Hermione: She got even redder if that was even possible. “Oh, hush,” she whispered. “Today’s your day. He really is completely precious,” she grinned. She looked up at Draco and bit her lip. She wanted a baby sometime in the future, it had always been in her plan…but she wasn’t sure what Draco would want…she realised the importance then of having that talk with him.
Angelina: She kissed Fred’s forehead before gently thrusting the baby into Hermione’s arms. “It was extremely difficult. But we got there in the end didn’t we honey?” she said, smiling at George. “and when he was in my arms, nothing else mattered. He’s perfect”
George: George nodded, “he is perfect just like his mum.” He couldn’t help gushing over her or Fred. Angies strength had astounded him, he felt so much love for her that he found it almost impossible to stop smiling.
Draco: He pushed his hands into his pockets and shifted awkwardly. He glanced around the room at each of the faces. “You look like someone sewed your mouth open,” he mumbled a bit to George when he saw his fatherly grin. All this love and doting over a newborn was making him really uncomfortable. In his upbringing, he’d never experienced such love.
Hermione: She let out a soft noise of surprise as she felt the baby in her arms and she found herself gazing down at him. She felt herself get all misty-eyed. “Hey there little baby,” she whispered to him. “Little Fred,” she added, kissing his forehead gently. She cradled him in her arms, looking over at Draco and giving him a look.
Angelina: She looked on as Hermione cradled little Fred. “You look like a natural yourself ‘mione” she spoke warmly what she was thinking, a smile never leaving her lips.
George: George nodded, “you really do. I guess we have another doting woman to add to the list,” he teased.
Hermione: She smiled, “Thanks,” she said softly to Angie and George. “I used to babysit all the time in the summer.”
Angelina: “Definitely…” she agreed chuckling lightly.
George: “We have another babysitter, Angie,” he laughed. “What about you Ma-Draco, any good with babies?”
Draco: He gave George a wide eyed look. “I’ve never really… seen one up close, to be honest. It’s sort of wigging me out. It’s so small and wrinkly.”
Hermione: She snorted, “Small and wrinkly?! Draco!”
Angelina: Angie giggled at Draco “He’s not wrinkly really, Draco. His skin is really soft actually… You should try holding him?” she encouraged lightly.
George: George looked a bit offended by Draco’s words but tried to cover it with a chuckle.
Draco: His eyes widened. “Me. Hold him. Heh. No thanks. Probably not a good idea.” He glanced at George. He knew offense when he saw it. He was used to it.
Hermione: Hermione grinned as she looked over at Draco and moved closer to him, “Come on, luv, I’ll hold him too…”
Angelina: She smiled up at him and Hermione urging her on to let him hold the baby, a little curious as to how he would react.
George: He smiled at Draco sympathetically, “we really shouldn’t press him on it. If he doesn’t want to, then he doesn’t want to.”
Draco: He shook his head, taking a few steps back.. “Eh. I better not…”
Hermione: She nodded, “That’s true…..alright,” she smiled at Draco and gave a slight nod before she handed the baby back to his mother. “Alright, luv, well, I suppose we should be going, give you some rest,” she said to Angie, leaning down and kissing her cheek before she went to embrace George. “I’ll see you all soon?” she asked, looking between them.
Draco: He gave an awkward chuckle. “Thanks, er… George. Bye, Angelina. … Bye, baby,” he said awkwardly.
To be continued…
