A/N... hey... it's me... Mischief... this is my second chapter... sorry... i haven't updated my part in forever!!!

Disclaimer: "Once upon a time there was a great author who published a series of 7 books and got rich. She wasn't me. The End."

Ronald Bilius Weasley watched as his wife's eyes closed and the Healer took his first-born son from Hermione's arms. Andromeda Tonks turned to the proud father and asked him what his son's name would be. Ron hesitated, looked at his Hermione, and then turned back to Andromeda.

"Go ahead, Ron," Hermione mumbled sleepily from the bed, "you can name him. You can't possibly mess up your own son's name, right?"

Ron grinned widely, stood up, and whispered in Andromeda's ear. The poor Healer's eyes widened in horror, and she stood frozen on the spot. But then she nodded, took one last sympathetic glance at Hermione, and swept from the room.

Ron sighed happily and settled back, satisfied, in the chair residing next to his Hermione's bed. He didn't catch the comment Andromeda made as she left the area, or he might've rethought his decision.

"Oh that poor boy. Be made fun of before he even sets foot in the castle."

Harry glanced around the deserted hall. "Go!" He whispered to his four and two year old sons, and his two year old niece. James, Albus, and Rosie ran past him, giggling silently as they stopped in the doorway of room 713.

"Surprise!" The three yelled loudly, and Ron awoke in the chair with a start.

"Shh!" He whispered with a panicked glance around the room, "let's not wake up the baby, all right?"

The three nodded solemnly, but it was too late. An angry wail filled the air, and Ron glared balefully at the trio of kids who now seemed very interested in their shoelaces.

Harry, looking at his wife, and noticed that Ginny's smile seemed rather wicked, until it slid off her face to be replaced with a look of horror. "Oh no," she moaned, "I'm going to have to put up with that again, aren't I?"

"Who's the 'I', Ginny?" Harry asked, smiling softly at his wife, "We're in this together. Always have been, right from the start."

Ginny returned his smile, and Harry took her arm, gently guiding her into room 713. The angry cry sounded louder as they got closer, and realized with a smile that James was covering Albus' ears.

Ron had picked up the week old baby was bouncing him gently on his shoulder. "You'd think I'd have gotten used too it by now," Ron moaned wit a pointed glance at Rose, "but she was a quiet baby! She didn't erupt into screams in the middle of the night!"

Harry and Ginny burst into laughter, and Hermione joined in weakly from the bed. Ginny hurried over to take Hermione's hand. "How are you feeling?" she asked anxiously.

"Oh I'm fine," Hermione responded with a yawn. "Just tired is all. My baby seems to have a healthy set of lungs and absolutely adores testing them out just when I begin to fall asleep."

Harry listened until he was certain that Hermione was all right, and then tuned the girls out in favor of greeting the new arrivals, the Grangers.

Hermione's mother fluttered anxiously around her daughter's bed, constantly checking to make sure her only child was all right. "A pillow, some water, anything I can get you, anything at all?"

David Granger turned to Harry, shook his hand, and asked how his children were doing. Harry twisted around to look at them, and discovered James to be missing.

Of course, his mind registered, it had to be James. He's the trouble making one. Just think of the havoc he could wreak in a hospital

Well, the other half of his mind reasoned, who else would sneak out?

He walked over to Albus and Rosie, who were standing over the baby with identical disgusted looks on their faces. Harry tapped Albus on the shoulder.

"Where's James?" He asked his youngest son.

"I dunno, said Andy an' lef'"

Harry sighed in relief as Andromeda Tonks then chose that moment to walk into the crowded room, holding James' hand.

"Thanks, Aunt Andy," James said avidly, "That explains a lot!" He ran off to Albus and Rosie, who both turned to listen, hanging on to his every word.

Harry walked over to Andy. "What did he ask?" He inquired in a low voice.

"He wanted to know why 'Mummy and Aunt Hermione got fat while waiting for the stork to come, and why he had to take so long.'" Andy said matter-of-factly, matching James' voice perfectly. "I have to say, I've never gotten that question before." Her voice held amusement.

Harry's entire being filled with dread. "What did you tell him?"

"I made up something about the stork having to make sure the mothers-to-be had enough food inside of them to regurgitate to the baby. He looked a bit ill hearing this, so I reassured him that that's only birds, and since the stork is a bird, that's how he thinks. I also informed him that no, Mummy doesn't throw up her food for the new child. They just have to fool the stork."

Harry laughed loudly, and Ginny looked up, startled. He beckoned her over, and regaled the tale of James and the stork, finishing up with, "So that's what we have to tell him if he decides to check with us, all right?"

Ginny shook with silent laughter, and she covered her mouth with both hands, nodding.

The baby had stopped bawling by now, and Ron gratefully set him back in his crib.

Harry walked over to Hermione and gave her a hug. "Hi Hermione," he said.

"Oh, hi, Harry." She mumbled tiredly.

"So," Harry began, "What's the baby's name?"

Hermione went quiet, suddenly wide awake and alert. "You know," she said, "I actually don't know! I let Ron name him. I mean, he can't mess up a child's name, right?"

Harry knew that Hermione was looking for reassurance, so he nodded and smiled nervously.

"Oi, Ron!" Hermione called. Ron looked up expectantly.

"Yeah?"

"What's the baby's name?"

The room went quiet, and everyone turned their attention to Ron. He beamed proudly at Hermione, sure he couldn't fail, and looked around the room w/ barely suppressed glee. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Hugo Archibald Weasley!"

And in that moment, Hermione Jane Granger Weasley found out just how wrong she could be.

A/N... erm, right. so whatcha think? and as some of u have said, u want Harry's proposal... IT'S COMING!!!!! gosh. i have part one of three done, okay? it may take a while. guys, if u want, send me questions, addressed to Mischief, of things you may want us to write about, all right?

QUOTE OF THE CHAPPIE!!!

(from Singin' in the Rain,)

"Nobody makes a fool outta Lina Lamont! Nobody makes a laughingstock outta Lina Lamont! What do ya think I am, dumb or somethin'? I make more money than Calvin Coolidge... PUT TOGETHER!"

Lina Lamont

(she's got ISSUES...)