Chapter Seven
Ten years later, Hermione was lying in a hospital bed once more, with her best friend, Ginny Potter, beside her, clutching her hand. Only this time, the bed was not at Hogwarts, but at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
She and Ron had been looking forward to this moment ever since Hermione first found out that she was pregnant, but as she lay there, she couldn't help but wonder if it would be worth it.
At the Healer's instruction, Hermione gave one final push, crushing Ginny's fingers, and suddenly, the pain ebbed away. Hermione lay panting for a moment, releasing Ginny's hand, before the Healer returned to her, clutching something small wrapped up in a pink blanket, the tiniest tuft of red hair poking through the gap. Suddenly, the door opened and Ron came running through, embracing his wife, before pulling and looking at the tiny bundle in her arms. Harry had come through after, and had stood behind Ginny, their eldest son, James toddling after his father and their younger son, Albus lazily reaching out towards his mother.
"She's beautiful, 'Mione." breathed Ron, gently stroking the tiny lock of red hair on the baby's head.
"Yeah, she definitely takes after her mother." laughed Harry, walking over to his best friend and kissing her on the forehead, before enveloping her in a hug.
"She'll have no problem with exams, then." agreed Ron, tucking a stray curl of hair behind his wife's ear.
"What'll you call her, 'Mione?" asked Ginny, trying to separate her two boys, who were squabbling over their mother's attention.
"Well, I wanted her middle name to be Minerva, after Professor McGonagall, you know, because I don't think any of us could have survived without her. And I know what I want her first name to be. I want it to be-"
"I know." interrupted Ron, putting his arm around his wife, pulling her close with their daughter between them. "She'd be so proud of you, she would. You did the right thing, it wasn't your fault, you know that don't you."
"Of course I do."
"Well, I believe that is that then."
"Yeah. You've got three brilliant names to live up to there, darling." said Hermione, tenderly stroking the small baby on the cheek.
"Welcome to the family, Rose Minerva Weasley."
The End
A/N: I'm so sorry that I didn't update, but I couldn't think of how to end it. The last chapter is so short because it's an epilogue, but it fits the purpose of this story, to explain how Rosie Weasley got her name. Please keep reading my stories and thank you so much to everyone who stuck through to the end with Hermione and Rose, both cousin and daughter.
Thank you.
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