When I started righting this fic I wasn't sure of how many chapters it was going to take me to get it the way I had it pictured in my head. So far I have ten, and it's coming to an end. But I'm very happy with the reviews I have been getting. Thank you all!!!

Oh! And I don't own Harry Potter or any other character born from the brilliant mind of J.K.Rowling

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Ron remembered for a moment; he remembered all the times he felt blessed beside her. He knew he would give anything away when it came to her, but he was aware of how little he could do for her right now. He knew that when it came to her nothing was enough. There weren't enough words, enough glances or enough perfect moments to let her know, to let her feel how much he was willing to do for her. There wasn't enough time.

Ron remembered how much time had gone by since he met her. He grew up beside her; looking at her, feeling her, learning from her and teaching her as well. He had learned to tolerate her, and then learned to accept her and finally love her. This last one had been easier than the others and much more welcomed. Each year since he knew her he had grown up a little, and it wasn't just because of the circumstances, or the natural course his life had taken. He was certain that growing up apart from her would have been completely different.

But growing up didn't make moments like this any easier, not even growing up in the middle of a war. On the contrary, As time had passed by allowing them to meet, fall in love, admit their love, share their love and commit to each other, the more he felt that time had been against him. He needed all the time there was, even if he had to steal it, to show her how much he needed her.

He needed her, especially at a moment like this. It felt ironic. His thoughts were suddenly tangled with a gentle touch he felt on his hand. He closed his hand to grab the one that had touched his. It wasn't Hermione's hand, but he felt the comfort, as if that hand had just told him what he needed to hear. He turned his face to see his sister glancing at the window he had been staring at the past hours. It now showed a clear night, where millions of stars shared the sky. Ginny wasn't going to say anything. He was thankful for that.

Footsteps were heard from the end of the hall. Ron turned around and understood that they came from the other side of the door where he had seen Hermione one last time. He rushed with Ginny to the place where Harry was sitting. A young, tall man with an inexpressive face walked through the door and towards them. He held a quill in one hand and in the other a lot of parchments.

Ron noticed he had stopped breathing, he still felt Ginny's hand against his. The man stopped in front of the three speechless grownups. Neither of them knew what to say. The healer took one of his parchments and looked for something written in it.

"Are any of you here for a …Hermione Granger Weasley?", he said looking up from the parchment.

"Yes…", said Ginny gathering the breath Ron didn't find. "What happened? how is she?"

"Well, I believe you will be glad to know that she is going to be fine. She is out of danger".

Ron felt the emptiness that had been held in his stomach vanish. Suddenly he remembered he was standing up, he was feeling his body again. His legs hurt, his head hurt, he could say that he felt a bit more alive.

Relief grew on Harry and Ginny's face. But before any of them could say anything to each other the healer interrupted the pleasant private moment.

"You must know that she was in a very delicate situation", he added, as if he was trying to break the happiness. "She was a particular case. I had never received such a case before. She wouldn't react to absolutely anything we tried. She did scare us for a moment. We thought that muggle weapon had done something irreversible. You see…"

"But she's fine now", said Ron, seeking for some sort of approval. "I mean you said…"

"Yes, Mr.…?"

"Weasley"

"Oh! Yes Mr. Weasley. Your wife is completely stable now", said the healer showing a bit of annoyance by Ron's interruption. "But you see, the fact is, after careful examination we found out that she was too delicate to be treated in traditional ways. Do to her condition we…"

"I'm sorry… condition?", interrupted Ron again".

"Yes Mr. Weasley, condition. Every witch has diverse ways of reacting to certain powerful spells when they are expecting".

The healer finished the sentence, but Ron was still waiting for an explanation.

Ginny couldn't hold a scream of excitement. Harry also knew what the healer meant. But Ron seemed to have missed vital information.

"Expecting…? Expecting what?", he said desperately.

The healer rolled his eyes; his behavior suggested little tolerance towards Ron.

"Well, certainly not expecting a much brighter husband!", said Ginny, in hopes of making Ron react. "Ron! A baby! Hermione is expecting a baby!". She stopped for a moment to look at the healer. "She is…isn't she?"

The healer nodded, as if it was the most obvious, every day thing, showing his annoyance for not being permitted to finish his technical explanation.

Ron forgot to breathe… again. He felt dizzy by the minute. The anger, frustration and despair had gone away. And now a whole new set of emotions were getting hold of his body. He still couldn't believe the last words that came out of Ginny's mouth.

"I'm sorry I took so long!", said a voice from behind.

Harry and Ginny turned around. Ron was still trying to focus. George had just arrived.

"I tried to get here as soon as dad delivered your message Ginny", he said, "what happened?"

"Nothing! It doesn't matter anymore!", she said sharing her excitement. "Hermione is pregnant!"

"What? Well what do you know! That's bloody great!!", said George immediately. "But you know sis; you could have found a less stressful way to give out the news. We were all bloody worried! Hey, way to go baby brother! "He said hitting Ron hard on the back and messing his hair".

Ron finally gave away a smile, the biggest smile he could show. He was certainly not expecting to hear that, and aside from Hermione being fine, he had just heard the best news of the day. The shock on his face wasn't gone yet, it would take a couple of minutes for Ron to recover his color.

Harry stood there watching Ron come back to life, and feeling the biggest of joys. His supposition had been right, and best of all, everything was right the way he felt it had to be.

The healer stood impatiently beside the four of them. After a couple of minutes he looked at Ron, wondering if he could speak to him now.

"Well Mr. Weasley, you can come in and see your wife".

"She's awake?"

"Yes. I tried to tell you sooner but it was quite hard. You can come in with two more, only Family of course".

"Well… he's her brother", said Ron pointing at Harry without hesitating.

"Very well then. You two can follow me".

"I'm not staying out here. I want to see her. I'm related to both of them...", stated Ginny. "…In different ways".

"Very well! But just the three of you! I can't have the entire leaky cauldron in there!", said the healer rolling his eyes again.

"You don't mind?", she asked George.

"No that's fine", he answered. "I'll send an owl to mum, and dad is sure to be here any minute with the Grangers. I can keep them updated. Oh! But be sure to tell Hermione to please give us her next good news like regular people do: with wine and dinner!".

Harry, Ginny and Ron left with the healer, feeling...a bit more than relieved.