Shephard's Pie, a ficlet by yellownotepaper

Category: Harry Potter

Rating: PG

Summary: The Weasley women discuss their prenatal cravings. Pointless, plot-less, and fluffy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its character's.


There's nothing you can make that can't be made.

No one you can save that can't be saved.

Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time

It's easy.

All you need is love, all you need is love,

All you need is love, love, love is all you need.


Ron belched loudly, rubbing his stomach with satisfaction. "That was excellent, Mum," he said, ignoring the half-disgusted, half-amused looks he was attracting all around the table. "You know that shephard's pie is my favorite."

Molly Weasley smiled at him from across the table. "That's why I made it, dear," she said lovingly. Her affectionate expression soon turned into one of annoyance as her eyes flickered to Fred and George, who were making loud gagging noises in the corner.

"You would think," Molly said loudly as they grinned. "That having children would have matured you both."

George looked away from the table, his face set, while Fred put on a face of mock surprise. "Why mother," he said with an innocent tone. "I wouldn't have thought you would accuse such a thing!"

Molly clicked her tongue as the others laughed, but said nothing.

"And anyway," Fred continued, "George doesn't have kids yet." George glared at him, obviously irritated that the subject was still open for discussion. Fred shrugged, putting an arm around the darker woman on his right.

Molly's face brightened. "Yes, George dear," she simpered. "You really should think about children."

George was glaring at her now, his face tinged pink. "Drop it, mum," he said quietly, not quite meeting her eyes. "I'm not even married yet."

"Yes, and you should get to it, you know," Molly said knowledgably, standing up to clear their plates. "Girls like Alicia aren't going to wait around forever." George sighed, but did not answer.

Angelina sighed, resting her head on Fred's shoulder. "You know," she said, and the table quieted, "I used to have the most intense cravings for shephard's pie when I was pregnant with the triplets."

The women around the table looked at her with interest, while the men sighed and looked at each other knowingly. "Really?" said Hermione with interest.

Angelina looked at her and smiled. "Yeah, it was pretty intense," she said, reaching for her glass and taking a delicate sip. "It was the oddest thing!"

"Not really," said Mrs. Weasley, returning to the table and sitting across from Fred. "All Weasley women get them."

"All Weasley women crave shephard's pie?" said Ginny, frowning. "That isn't true. I don't particularly like it."

Molly shook her head. "No, all Weasley women have specific prenatal cravings."

The various Weasley women looked at her with curiousity. "That's interesting," said Fred, although he didn't sound very interested at all. "Can we have dessert now?" Angelina elbowed him, and he shut up. George bit back a snort of laughter as Mrs. Weasley continued.

"For example," she said, talking over Fred's grumbling, "When I was pregnant with Charli, I would always crave baked alaska."

"And 'e ended up working with ze dragons!" Fleur said, smiling. "Zat iz funny."

Molly smiled back at her. "It is, isn't it? Whatever you crave can tell you about the child you're carrying." The men around the table sighed, while the women continued to look intrigued.

"Then why did I crave shephard's pie?" said Angelina, looking confused.

"Well," said Molly, shrugging, "I craved shephard's pie when I was pregnant with Fred and George."

Ginny laughed. "You're making this up, Mum."

"She's not," said Arthur Weasley wearily from the other end of the table. They all jumped; until now, he had been silently reading the Daily Prophet and had not spoken throughout the entire dinner.

He sighed and began to clean his glasses. "I remember running out for shephard's pie on countless nights for your Mum's insatiable cravings. It got quite annoying," he said, smiling gently at her.

Molly made a tsking noise, but George could see a hint of a smile on her plump face.

"What did you crave when you were pregnant with me?" said Ginny inquiringly.

Molly laughed. "Sardines," she said, after a few seconds. "It's always sardines when it's a girl." Hermione looked shocked, one noticed; they were all staring at Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Most were grinning, although Fleur looked disgusted.

Ginny made a face. "I hate sardines," she said disgustingly. "Why sardines, Mum?"

Molly shrugged again. "I hate sardines as much as you do, dear. I try not to remember my last pregnancy." Ginny laughed, her eyes sparkling.

"So, um, was it different being pregnant with a girl than with a boy?" said Hermione in a would-be-casual voice.

Molly shook her head. "The only difference is the cravings, dear," she said. She stopped short, her eyebrows knotting together as she looked at Hermione questioningly. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," said Hermione quickly.

The occupants of the kitchen looked at her in surprise. "'Ermione, dahling," said Fleur, leaning across the table to look at her, her white-blond hair falling over her shoulders. "You are not…pregnant?"

Hermione looked nervously at Ron, who looked just as shocked as the rest of the table. "Um, well," she began, her eyes darting nervously from Ron's flabbergasted face to Fleur's knowing glance. "If you must know…," she hesitated, feeling the entire room's eyes on her. She sighed. "Yes."

Ron let out a whoop and stood up so quickly that he sent his glass of water tumbling to the floor. Luckily, it was plastic, and the only damage done was the entire contents of the cup being spilled onto his crotch.

Ginny burst into raucous peals of laughter, stuffing her fist into her mouth. Fred and George looked as if they would very much like to laugh, but Angelina was giving both of them a warning glare that silenced them both immediately, although the corners of their mouths were twitching slightly. Fleur rolled her eyes.

Ron beamed at Hermione as everyone offered her congratulations, and they excused themselves a few minutes later to change Ron's pants, although George was certain that's not all that they were doing.

"George, where has Alicia gotten off to?" said Angelina, glancing at him.

George started, looking around the kitchen as if he only just realized that his girlfriend of two years was not there. "Oh, I dunno," he said vaguely. "I think she went upstairs to change."

Alicia swept into the kitchen as if on cue, dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a purple beaded top. "Sorry," she said, flashing George a dazzling grin. "I must've gained weight or something…my favorite jeans are too tight."

"Nonsense," said Ginny, glancing at her. "You're practically a stick."

Alicia walked over to George and sat on his lap, leaning against his chest. "Like you're not?" she scoffed, but she was still smiling. She glanced around the table, looking slightly disappointed. "Is all the shephard's pie gone?"

"Yeah, sorry," said Fred, looking sheepish, having eaten a hearty portion himself. Alicia frowned.

"It's the oddest thing," she said slowly. "I've had this crazy hankering for – " she stopped abruptly, blushing.

"What?" said Ginny encouragingly.

Alicia sighed. "Don't laugh, but I've been having cravings for shephard's pie with sardines."

An intense silence broke over the table, interrupted only by the thunk of George's head against the wall as he fainted.




A:N:// This isn't written very well, and I'll probably edit it later, but I just wanted to get it up and over with, lol. This was a cutsey idea I had this morning while watching 'I Love Lucy', haha. R&R, s'il te plaît. ♥