Good Enough.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all characters belong to JK Rowling.
Ron watched as Hermione entered the living room, like one of those zollie things he'd seen on the television. When she collapsed on the living room carpet, Ron flinched and was kneeling at Hermione's side with a heartbeat. "Hermione? What happened?" Ron asked, concerned of his wife and unborn child. When no answer came, Ron pushed Hermione's hair away from her face. Her face was white as death and her eyes were closed. Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione's limp body, and placed her gently on the couch. Hermione didn't respond. Ron's breathing speeded rapidly and cold sweat covered his body. It was known that some deatheaters ( and deatheater-wannabes) were still out there. "Hermione, please answer me." Ron whispered, more concerned by the seconds passing without an answer. "Bloody, Merlin, woman! Say something!" Ron was agitated by now, and raised his voice, and shook Hermione's limp body harsher, than he would've liked to think he did.
Finally, for what it seemed like an eternety, Hermione responded "Ron..." she said weakly, without even opening her eyes. "Ron, I-I'm..."
"Don't say anything, Hermione, save your strenght. You'll be allright." Holding back tears.
"I'll get mum here right away, just hang in there, love." Ron started looking for his wand, frantically, until he realized it had been in his back pocket the whole time.
He tried his best to think of some happy thought "Expecto patronum" he whispered, but nothing happened."Expecto patronum"Ron was panicking by now "Expecto patronum! EXPECTO PATRONUM for Merlin's sake!" Nothing happened and Hermione had fallen silent again.
Tears were blurring Ron's vision, when he blindly kneeled at Hermione's side once again and grabbed her hand, trying to think of all the good times they had had together. To his distress, only memories he found were from nightmares he'd seen since the end of the war. He remembered the feeling of helplessness, when Hermione was tortured in the Malfoy Manor, the Riddle Hermione, the betrayal, when Hermione chose Harry over him, the fear he felt, every night he spent away from her, on the hunt for the Horcruxes.
"I Love you, I love you, I love you" He repeated the words as a some kind of mantra.
His wand clattered on the floor from his numb fingers.
All those hours of auror training had flewn from his mind, when he thought of his wife and baby, seriously hurt, probably dying, and he was too weak to do anything.
"I'm a failure." Ron hung his head in shame, now openly crying.
Suddenly, a hand squeezed his hand, it was the lightest touch, but it was there. Ron rose his head and stared at Hermione's bloodshot eyes, which weren't pleading for her life. She would've never done that. They were pleading for the life of their child.
Their child.
Ron looked at Hermione's eyes and grabbed his wand from the floor and with his other hand he held onto Hermione's hand tighter. His brain was flooded with different kind of memories now. When Hermione had first kissed him, in midst of the battle, the feeling of relief, when he had destroyed the locket, and the feeling of his Hermione, His Hermione pounding him, when he came back, which really didn't matter, because she was safe, and real. The feeling of happiness and relief, when Hermione had finally said 'yes' on their wedding day.
"Expecto Patronum." Ron whispered again and saw a silvery flash dissapearing. He knew a message had been sent.
"Hang in there love, they'll be here right away" Ron kissed Hermione's hand, which he was still clutching to. "I love you" He whispered over and over again, hoping Hermione will find some strength in it.
Ron dropped his wand once again, when he saw blood oozing through Hermione's blue cloak.
"Oh, no...no..." Ron moaned, when he reached his free hand towards the cloak, and pulled it aside a bit. Hermione's skirt, what was light blue in the morning was now soaked from blood.
Ron bursted into tears, when he realized what it must mean.
Their child... Their unborn baby...
Ron couldn't even finish the thought. It was beyond any nightmare he'd had. God's, he'd give anything for it to be a horrible nightmare, and that Hermione would wake him, concerned of him. And she'd confirm she loved him, and that she'd always be his.
His Hermione, his baby... no. Their baby...
Ron kissed Hermione's small belly, now covered in blood and whispered against it "I love you too..."
Loud cracks were heard from the kitchen.
"In here!" he called out, not bothering to hide his tears.
Fleur, Molly, George, and Audrey – probably everyone who had been in Burrow at the moment came running in the living room
"What is it Ron? We got your messa-oh." Molly gasped, seeing her daughter-in-law in such state.
Audrey was already at Hermione's side, being younger and faster than Molly.
"George, get some clean towels right away!" Audrey started handing out commands. "Molly,I'm going to need some warm water, now!" while she took Hermione's weak pulse.
Ron wasn't any help. He could only whisper "I love you" over and over again, but otherwise was a total wreck, sobbing loudly.
Fleur stood behind Ron, and put her hands on his shoulders, comfortingly. And watched how Audrey, who was more experienced than she was, tended Hermione.
Audrey's dark eyes grew more concerned, when she noticed the blood everywhere, she looked up at Fleur and said, "Fleur, inform the healers right away."
The blonde woman, whose pretty face was streaked with tears nodded and rushed away to deal with Hermione's transfer to the wizarding hospital.
"George, Soak the towels in the water and press them to the wounds everywhere you can find them. Molly, please find some herbs and potions and, well anything you can find and bring it here. Audrey started humming some spell, and waved her wand over Hermione's belly. Hermione's stomach started glowing slightly and brokenly."
Audrey's eyes widened even more, and she stopped humming, rolled up her sleeves, peeled off Hermione's blue cloak carefully, and said to Ron "Pull yourself together, she needs you now, and so does the baby. So do your best finding out what the hell happened to her." She gave him the cloak "Here, this is your first lead. The blood on the back of the cloak shouldn't be hers. Find out whose it is."
A/N Yay =D I'm finally done with another fanfic, It's still going on, and I'd like you to say if you'd rather like it to be a two-shot or a story with more chapters than just 2?
It's a matter of life and death, literally. Reviews are highly appreciated =]