Whose? (PG, 497 words)
Title: Whose
Rating: PG
Words: 497
Summary: When you live in a household of six, and you discover you're pregnant, it'll be your first question.
Notes: Originally written at the FictionAlley cookie jar. Date is approximate, since I can't find my original post.
Whose
The first thing Hermione thought was, of course, Whose is it? Then, naturally, she thought, Oh, dear, I need to get to the bathroom. And then, about five-ten minutes later, she thought absently, Where's my toothbrush?
Two people were waiting for her outside the bathroom... two other witches, eyes open wide, faces thrust forward expectantly.
And of course, the first thing they asked was, "Whose is it?"
When the three girls went down to the breakfast table and, because the two on the outside were being rather protective of the one in the middle, announced what was going on, all three boys reacted in those adorable ways that men act:
Neville's jaw dropped, then his mouth curved into a smug little smile as he pushed against the heavy mahogany table with one hand and tilted his chair back onto two legs.
Harry stood up very quickly, knocking his own chair over, then stood for a moment, looking a little foolish, before sitting back down.
Ron eyes widened to the size of Galleons, his toast fell to the floor, and he stuck his elbow in the butter dish while trying to regain his balance.
Harry asked it first, the brave boy: "Do you--" He had to clear his throat. "I mean, whose -- is there any way -- do you know -- ?"
"Whose it is?" Hermione said calmly, opening the lid of the marmalade jar and sticking her knife down to the bottom. "Nope."
The three boys looked back and forth. Ron jerked his head towards the dining room door, and as one they left the table and disappeared into the kitchen.
Because the kitchen was a rather cavernous and echoing room, the three girls could, of course, hear everything:
"Okay, let's think," said Harry. "When do girls start getting morning sickness?"
"Beats me," said Ron. "Mum never told us anything about being pregnant."
"I think it's after two weeks, isn't it?" said Neville.
"I heard a few days," Harry said.
Ron: "I think it varies."
Neville: "Well, when did you last - erm ..." (The next part was unintelligible, but understandable nevertheless.)
Harry: "A few nights ago."
Ron: "Er... about a week, I think."
Harry: "You mean that time when we both...?"
"Yeah."
Neville: "Well, we've been together pretty much every other night for the last month."
There was a silence, both inside the kitchen and outside. Ginny and Luna turned their heads slowly to Hermione, who was blushing furiously. No doubt Ron and Harry were doing the same to Neville.
He continued, "Don't look at me like that! We've had some nice evenings together, you know, just being companionable..."
Ron let out a snort. "I like that kind of companionship."
"We'd better get back in there, or the girls will come barging in," said Harry.
Ron: "Yeah, okay."
Footsteps began echoing towards the dining room again, then Neville had the last word:
"I swear, it's not my fault."
The kitchen rang with laughter.
~fin~