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A/N - My first fic on this site... Please review! =]

FEBRUARY 8th

"Hermione!"

Silence.

"Hermione, where are you?"

Harry could hear footsteps approaching.

"Hermione, hurry!"

A very disoriented Hermione stepped into her living room and gasped. Harry's head was sitting in the fireplace, biting its lip anxiously.

Hermione knew immediately why he was there. "I'll be right over," Hermione said, grabbing her wand from its place on the mantel. "Give me two seconds." As Harry's head disappeared with a pop, Hermione pointed her wand at a small black bag. "Accio!" she said, and the bag came hurtling towards her. She caught the bag in her outstretched arms and unfastened its metal clasp.

"Accio! Accio! Accio!"

Everything went into the black bag.

"Accio!"

Hermione paused, bent over the bag, and rifled through it. She had forgotten something.

"Accio!"

Hermione hated her job almost as much as she loved it. It was an incredibly fulfilling thing to do for a living. But it made her terribly nervous, having to show up for a job on a moment's notice.

Hermione spent a desperate moment searching for her cloak.

It would be so much easier if I had time to clean up around here, she thought as she snatched her cloak from the back of a chair. Maybe this weekend, I'll get a chance to tidy up a bit.... Hermione smiled inwardly. She had been so organized when she was younger.

Hermione tightened her grip on her wand.

She vanished.

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Meanwhile, Harry Potter paced around his own living room.

"Sit down, would you please? You're making me nervous."

Harry smiled halfheartedly at his wife. "She should be here any minute, Ginny."

Ginny smiled. She wouldn't have expected Harry to be so skittish. Years ago, when Lord Voldemort had still been in power, Harry had fought countless battles. And through all of them, he had kept such a cool head. Ginny had always admired that. But now...well...it was all Ginny could do to keep from laughing.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked anxiously. He was still pacing.

"Fine," she said. Of course, she had been in terrible pain a few minutes ago. And she knew that it wouldn't be long before the agony began again; there was no spell that could numb this sort of pain. But she had confidence in the help that was on its way.

Harry was still pacing. He glanced at Ginny, about to ask her if she was comfortable, but suddenly, Hermione appeared before him.

Harry sighed. "Finally." And then, as if his job was done, he collapsed onto the sofa beside Ginny.

Hermione and Ginny exchanged small smiles.

"Hello, Harry. Ginny." Hermione said, acknowledging each with a nod as she greeted them. And then, to Ginny: "How are you feeling?" As she spoke, Hermione approached the couch where Ginny sat.

"Oh, I'm fine," Ginny shrugged. "It's Harry over here who's not looking too good. He's been a nervous wreck, that one."

Harry smiled good-naturedly, but Hermione noticed his face redden.

"Everything will be fine," Hermione reassured him. "I've done this a couple times before, remember?"

"Of course." Harry said. Of course he knew. Just last week, he had read an article in the Daily Prophet about another one of Hermione's miracles. She was now the most sought-after midwife in the country.

And she was about to deliver their baby.