Chapter 10 is in the house!

I really enjoyed writing this chapter and hopefully you guys like it too. This chapter was inspired by the song "This Woman's Work" by Kate Bush. If you have listen to it you will understand the mood I was trying to capture but if you haven't heard the song go and listen on youtube or something because it really is an emotional song.

And all my friends,including me, are involved in the story as well. Let's see if you can stop us.

I also have to say that this story is nearly coming to an end I'm afraid. Only two or three chapters to go. That's sad because I really loved this.

Hope you enjoy!

"Alright, I can't take this any more," exclaimed Bill. He got of his seat and knelt in front of Fleur. "Fleur, Cutie-Pie, Delacour, will you marry me?"

"What?" said Fleur, smiling.

"What?" said Minerva, shocked.

"What?" said Molly, who had come to St Mungo's with her boys, horrified.

"I want to be with you, gorgeous," smiled Bill, taking her hand, "Forever and a day."

"But, Bill, we only just got to know each other," said Fleur, who didn't look like she was complaining much.

"So what, Fleur, you and me are meant to be together and I know you feel like that too. You're my dictionary."

"What?" said Minerva, Molly and Fleur.

"Yeah, my dictionary. You add meaning to my life," said Bill with a cheeky grin.

Yuck.

"So what do you say, baby."

Fleur's face was pure delight. Beside the scarlet face and goofy grin. She threw her arms around Bill's neck and planted her mouth firmly on his and she toppled over him so that they were both on the floor. But that still didn't interrupt their kissing in front of an awkward Minerva and Molly.

"Wait that means yes right?" asked Bill, pulling away from the kiss.

"Yeah, it does."

"Just making sure," and their kissing continued. On the floor.

"I told you she'd say yes," said Kim, passing the couple on the floor by Marcy who was still on the bed and being taken away by Linny.

"Well of course she would say yes, he's fit," Marcy pointed to Bill, "would you say no to that?"

"Don't mind, but I would prefer Skandar Keynes any day!"

"Is it me or do you really want to shout at them to get a room?" said Marcy, before she rolled off.

"Ron, come back. I'm sorry!" cried out a desperate Hermione, from her room.

Ron had left Hermione's room, red in the face and looking upset. Fleur and Bill had broken away from their kiss to look up at Ron who was now kicking the wall with all his might. Minerva went back to Hermione, who was crying, while Molly and Bill tried to calm Ron down and to stop him from hurting himself. After struggling from their grasp, Ron tired out and crumpled to the floor. His eyes were tearing up.

"Ron, what happened?" asked a concerned Molly, who was rubbing his back.

"It's Malfoy's," said Ron. They didn't need an explanation to know what he was talking about.

"Sorry, bro," said Bill.

"I just don't understand. Them, they hate each other I just…" Ron broke down in tears.

"Hey, don't put those images in your head. Remember, she never meant for this to happen," said Molly, holding Ron's face so he will look at her.

"I just don't know what to do now," sobbed Ron.

"Well, do you still want her back?" asked Bill, looking a little concerned.

"I-," Ron was cut off.

Before he had the chance to answer, a scream of pain came from Hermione's room and Minerva was running out into the halls, distressed and asking for help. The next thing they knew, Healers were running to Hermione's room and moving her to a somewhere else while she cried in agony. Ron didn't realise that he had stood up and was running after them with Minerva, Molly, Fleur and Bill behind him. They took Hermione into a room but Jasmine stopped Ron from going in.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go in there," Jasmine said, pushing him back.

"But that's my wife!" Ron shouted trying to push past Jasmine but Bill was holding him back too.

"I know, sir, but rules are rules."

"Just tell me what's wrong with her," asked a desperate Ron.

"Hermione's baby is now distressed. The craps were a sign as well as the heart rate change so we had to act fast in order to save the baby."

"What about Hermione? Will she be okay?"

"Let me go back in and I will check if she will be," said Jasmine, running back into the room for Hermione.

It all went quiet after that. Ron just stood there, staring at the door hoping something was going to come out of it, and nothing did. Molly and Minerva guided a shocked Ron, who was crying, to the chairs in the hallway. Molly sat down by him and hugged in like she was telling him like everything was going to be okay. Bill and Fleur sat by each other, her head resting on Bill's shoulder, and holding hands. Minerva had made a quick call to Harry and tells him to get down to the hospital fast. He got there in less then ten minute.

"Anything?" he asked, out of breath.

They shook their heads.

Harry sat down by Ron and waited with the others for news of anything.

Time ticked away for who knows how long and there was still nothing. The room was sealed with a silencing charm so that no noise would come out from the room. No noise was coming from anyone else either. It was so quiet that if anyone from the building coughed or dropped a pin it would be heard. Everyone felt, awfully, sick with fear that there was a, weird, metallic taste in their mouths and a lump in their throat that wouldn't go away.

As the clocked ticked and ticked, Ron was left alone with his thoughts. Mostly he was skimming through memories of their time together. He could remember the time that he met Hermione. Man, he found her annoying but what did he know, he was eleven. He remembered the time they finally became friends despite her annoying academic knowledge of everything, the time they fought over Scabber's and Crookshank's, the time they went to Hogsmeade, the time he had feelings for her, their separation, their first kiss, date, wedding, life, everything.

If a man could go mad with memories then he has already gone bonkers. But what Ron realised is that even though Hermione made a mistake he had to realise that he wasn't entirely innocent either. Everyone makes mistakes; whoever says that they haven't is a big liar. So what if her child wasn't his, that baby was more of Hermione. That baby is probably going to have her amazing qualities and might even look as beautiful as she is. And one day that baby will meet someone who will love them like Ron and Hermione love each other. This baby wasn't at fault here but no one else is either, he needed to tell her. Oh, Hermione, please be okay!

The door, finally, opens after who knows how long. Jasmine, Arathy and Linny walk up to Ron and everyone else, now standing up from their seats, anxious.

"So, is she okay?" asks Ron, nervous.

"When Hermione's baby was going through distress, the Healers had to find the fastest way possible to deliver the baby because the umbilical cord was wrapped around its neck," said Linny, sadly.

"So the fastest way to do that was a Caesarean," said Arathy.

"And it was successful. You have a little girl, Mr Weasley," said Jasmine.

They were avoiding Ron's question.

"Where's my wife?" asked Ron, feeling worried.

"Unfortunately, when the baby was delivered, Hermione was losing blood at an alarming rate. So fast that we couldn't be able to keep up with the loss," said Linny, sadly.

Oh no, please no!

"I'm so sorry, Mr Weasley, your wife didn't make it," said Arathy.

"She died soon after," finished Jasmine.

"Oh no," sobbed Minerva.

The room was suddenly full of sound again, but not happy sounds. Fleur's cry's filled most of the room but were muffled into Bill's shirt, who was holding her. Minerva stood there with her eyes gleaming of tears so she got her handkerchief out and wiped them off her face. Molly cast a tear upon her cheek while Harry had no idea how to take it; he was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his head and his face full of sorrow.

"Harry, stop," Molly told Harry, putting her hands on his arm and taking them off his head.

"I didn't say goodbye, Molly, I didn't say goodbye," and Harry was taken away by a wave of sorrow and let his tears of sadness fall on his face and let Molly hold him in her embrace.

Minerva looked at Ron who was standing, motionless, so she walked up to him. He turned around and he showed every emotion he felt. His eyes said grief, his face said sad, his shaking hands said pain and his heart said heartbreak.

"Can I see her?" asked Ron, turning back to the three nurses.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," said Linny.

"What?"

"The way she is, now, is probably not the best way to remember her, Mr Weasley," said Jasmine.

"What about the baby?" asked Minerva.

"Of course, we will take you to her now," said Arathy, and she guided everyone to the nursery.

Everyone followed in a daze. The pain and grief that they were feeling were clouding everything that was coherent to them. All they wanted to do was see the baby, needed to see the baby. When they reached the nursery, Arathy went into the room and everyone watched as she went passed different babies' cribs till she stopped at one and, gently, picked her up from her crib. Arathy walked out of the room and brought them Hermione's little girl.

"Here you go," said Arathy, passing the baby into Ron's arms.

Everyone's first reaction was a gasp. The baby that was lying in Ron's arm had some of her father in her. The baby had porcelain pale skin with sleek, white-blonde hair that was thicker than Malfoy's. Her hair wasn't long, yet, but when it will it would be thick but not as thick and bushy as Hermione's was. Her face wasn't pointed, neither were any of her other features, instead she had some of her mother's beauty with her brown eyes and a soft beautiful face that definitely prove that she was Hermione's daughter. And also the way she looked at him proved that she has her heart too, and Ron's.

"She's beautiful," said Fleur.

"She really is," said Minerva.

"Well, of course, she would be, Hermione's her mother," said Ron, proudly but his heart was aching for his other half that he knew he will never get back.

"Any name ideas," asked Linny, who had just joined them.

Ron was stuck; Hermione never mentioned anything about a name before he stormed out on her. Although, a year ago, she did say to him one time that she passed a flower shop on her way to work that t were selling her favourite flowers. So the next day he got her those flowers and she told Ron that she loves them so much she would name her daughter after them….

"Daisy, that's her name. Daisy," said Ron.