A/N: This is in Hermione's POV
I sit with my legs criss-crossed on the navy blue silk comforter that was folded neatly on the bed Ronald and I shared. I just sit there while my tear-streaked cheeks burn and my red-rimed eyes stay blood shot as more tears gush forth. Ron tries to comfort me, saying soothing words, but it doesn't help because the initial problem was still there. I couldn't understand it; I just didn't understand why I couldn't get pregnant. For all it's worth, I couldn't figure it out. Ronald was a Weasley, and how many kids did Molly produce? SEVEN! My best friend and sister-in-law, Ginny, had already had two kids. So why couldn't I at least have one?
"Come on, 'Mione," my husband says, "We'll have a child when the time comes. It's just not time, that's all."
My mind wants to contradict his predicament, but I just can't find the will power in me to say what I feel. All I can do is sob once again. There might have been a dementor in the house, because that's what it feels like: as if all the happiness in the world, and in my soul, had suddenly been drained out.
Ronald sits down behind me and I am pulled into his lap by strong yet gentle hands. He pushes my head under his chin and we sit there for a minute. Then I hear the faint sound of him humming, slightly out of tune, a song my mother used to sing to me when I was a little girl, oblivious to the dangers and heartbreak of the world around me.
I cry into my husband's neck and when his arms are around me, like a shield, or barrier, between me and the horrors of life I don't feel so depressed. I look up into Ronald's deep blue eyes for a minute, or maybe it was an hour, I don't know.
"It's okay, Hermione," he says. Ron smoothes out my hair and presses a soft, delicate kiss to my temple. I turn around slightly and trace his lips with my fingertips. Then, I lift myself up a little and press my lips against his. I deepen the kiss, because right now, at this very moment, all I want is for the pain to go away and for Ronald to be the one who distracts me. As if he could read my thought, Ron stands up while my lips are still connected to his, as though we could never be separated, and I wrap my legs around his hips. Ronald lays me down on my back and soon there was only one, just one mass of passion. And that night, there was no pain.
- FOUR WEEKS LATER -
"Ron!" I say, rushing to meet up with my beloved at the front door. He bends down to kiss me and I lean into the red head.
"How are my darlings doing?" he asks, smiling like an idiot. Ron puts a hand around my small baby bulge and gently rubs circle around my belly button. I am smiling like an idiot too, because finally, I feel whole again. It's not just a temporary void to fill the whole inside my chest. Because, finally, I am going to have a family with my one true love, Ronald Bilius Weasley.
So that night, while Ron is next to me snoring, dreaming happy dreams, I am sitting with my legs criss-crossed on our navy blue, silk comforter on the bed that Ronald and I share. But this time, instead of trying to hold onto a shred of happiness in the dim past, I'm clutching the new life inside of me for a bright lot of hope. I smile and shed a tear of joy and lay back down next to my love.