Chapter 10

A/N: I'm soooo sry that it took me so long to post! I was grounded from the computer for awhile, and then I had homework and a busy schedule....well, I suppose you don't really care for my feeble excuses, huh? ;) i gotcha. u just want the story, than? well...i suppose....

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

"RON!!! BLOODY HELL I THINK IT'S TIME!!!" came a loud screech from the upstairs bedroom.

Ron Weasley had been preparing for this moment for weeks. Months, even. But even with all of his pre-thinking on the subject, nothing could have prepared him for this moment. His children were going to be born. All these thoughts, plus a thousand more, were racing through his mind as he sprinted upstairs to the bedroom. There, on the bed, Hermione lay, flat on her back, but trying to pull her head up to see past her massive stomach. In an instant, Ron was at her side.

"It'll be okay dear, just hold on to me...there, just like that; alright, now, to St. Mungos, then," Ron stated nervously, though he tried his hardest to conceal it. Although, it was quite a triumph that he managed to even be heard, for, Hermione was, quite consistently, screaming "DAMNIT, RON, THIS HURTS LIKE HELL!" and, "I NEED TO GET TO THE BLOODY HOSPITAL!!"

Hermione grabbed a tight hold onto Ron's shirt, and the pair vanished on the spot.

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Hermione lay in a hospital bed at St. Mungos, clutching Ron's-by now, very pale-hand in a death grip, while in complete and utter agony. A healer stood by, ready to take action if necessary.

"IT'S...COMING..." she panted breathlessly. Her face was red, and sweat beaded on her forehead. Ron stood next to her, doing all in his power to help, which wasn't much.

The healers had already performed as many spells on her as possible to subdue the pain, plus given her a potion that was supposed to help. Although it seemed to be working, it did not make giving birth any less of a deal.

"It'll be okay Hermione, it's almost over..." Ron tried to sooth his anxious wife. She met his eyes momentarily, and gripped his arm tighter.

"AHHHHH!" she screamed suddenly, feeling another jolt. Ron jumped. He wished there was something he could do to help her at this moment...watching her lay on the hospital bed, writhing about, made him nauseous. But if Hermione could go through with this, so could he. He clutched her hand tighter, as if in doing this, it would lessen her pain.

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Hermione held a beautiful baby boy in her arms, while Ron was cuddling a small baby girl. Hermione still lay in the hospital bed, with Ron standing beside her. The healers had left the room for the time being, to let the couple be alone with their new children. Ron was very pleased about this, and used the time to embrace his wife (as much as possible her being in the bed) and holding each of his children. He smiled down at Hermione, and she grinned broadly. Although her forehead was still damp with sweat, and she looked in need of a long rest, she was still exceedingly beautiful to Ron.

He looked down at his child, who was still wailing in his arms. He, however, saw past the loud cries, and saw the baby's contoured face, sweet and innocent in a way only a child can have.

"What are we going to name them, 'Mione?" he whispered, still starting at his adorable baby girl.

"I'm not sure..." she said thoughtfully.

Ron gazed at the boy in his wife's arms. "I think he looks like a Hugo," he finally stated.

Hermione glanced down, and stared at the child for a moment. "Yes...Hugo. I like it." she finally smiled, looking up at Ron again. "And for her," she nodded towards the girl Ron held, "Should be Rosalind,"

Thoughtfully, Ron looked down at the baby. "Hmm...maybe something a little simpler...like...Rose,"

He held his wife's gaze for a minute, wondering what she would say. After a minute, she spoke.

"I think that's perfect."

The couple grinned at each other, and Hugo and Rose lay in the protecting arms of their loving parents; nothing could ruin this moment for Ron. Not even the loud explosion coming from down the hall ("FALSE ALARM!" came a loud cry immediately after), or the loud wails of the babies in their arms, or the healer who stepped in for a moment, but quickly back stepped out after Hermione's glare. No, this was a perfect moment, with his wife, and his beautiful children safe in his and his wife's arms.

A/N: I know, kinda short...well, I'm going to keep posting as often as possible! Please bear with me through my busy fall schedule! I do need sleep, you know! :p