AN. So here's Hugo's birth, only a few more chapters to call this story done. As always, read and review. Enjoy. Love from Louise.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.

Third Time's A Charm

Chapter 10

"Hello Hugo"

"Any more contractions?" My mother spoke to Hermione whom we had on the couch.

"Not since the last time…30 minutes ago…" She said back under her blanket.

For the past three hours since Hermione's water broke, we have been timing her contractions, and the closest they've been are a half hour…that's two and hour; six total. I was slumped at the table, resting my face on my arm, staring at my tea… dead tired, wishing Hermione will let me go back to bed. It's obvious that this baby isn't coming anytime within the next few hours, so why not get some sleep?

"Alright, I'll call Arthur and let him know what's going on. I think it's late enough to let Ron know. Ginny?" I lifted my head. "Please get ahold Ron." She said, then apparated home.

I groaned.

"What." Hermione snapped, looking behind the couch at me.

"Nothing." I lied.

"No, Ginny. Tell me." She said sternly.

I sighed. Don't make this worse…. "I just knew that…it was going to take a while…"

"And?" She furrowed her brow.

"…And thought that we should wait until now to let Ron know!" I lied through my teeth and smiled.

"Oh, well good." She nodded completely believing my bull shit. I rolled my eyes.

I called Ron's mobile first… it just rang and rang… then told me that he had not set up a voice mail… I was mentally cursing the existence of my brother. Then tried Harry's… and it went straight to voice mail. Now that was weird…

"Morning Darling, I'm calling to let you know my git of a brother has his mobile off and Hermione is going into labor, so he better get to St. Mungo's soon. Call me, Love you." I pressed the end button and turned around to see a wide eyed Hermione.

"What do you mean his mobile is off?" I could see the panic in her eyes.

"Hermione, relax. It is still pretty early in the morning, so maybe he's sleeping or something."

"Yes, just sleeping…. Ah!" Her face scrunched up and her jaw dropped. She then leaned forward and breathed in through her teeth. I was at her side.

"MUM!" I called. "Hermione, breath, in through your nose out through your mouth." I held one of her hands.

"Ow." She looked back at me, her eyes starting to form tears.

"I know, it hurts." With my free hand I pushed hair behind her ear. "Just try to relax, so the baby can relax. It will make things smother…" I half lied.

"I'm coming!" Mother came back into the room with my father behind her.

"Hello ladies" my dad yawned. He kissed our heads. "So the kids are sleeping?"

"Yes, just check on them. I'm going to take Hermione to the hospital, and I assume Ginny is coming too." Mum looked at me and I nodded.

"Can someone please call my mother?"Hermione half cried.

"Of course, I'll call her right now." I said trying to sooth her. I tried to put myself in her position…

What if it were me, in labor for the first time, with my in-laws the only ones there to help, and my mother nowhere found…I quickly pushed that thought out of my head, because it won't ever happen, and also I am more than sister in-laws with Hermione.

I let go of Hermione's hand and walked to the phone. Luckily knowing Hermione, she most likely talked to her mother all the time, and sure enough I was right and her mother's number was on caller ID. I dialed the number, and it just rang and rang. Most likely because it's six in the morning...

"Hermione, darling, is awfully early." Came Dr. Granger's voice.

" ? Hello, its Ginny Po- Weasley." In the few times I've met Dr. and Mrs. Granger, I found it was easier that Ginny Weasley was easier for them to remember, and place me with the reasons I am calling them, and not their daughter….if that makes any since.

"Oh! Ginny! Dear, wake up. Weasley's are calling!" I heard some shuffling. I took this time to turn back to Hermione and my mother, who both are staring at me intently.

The pained expression on Hermione's face told me that I didn't have time to wait. "Dr. Granger!"

"Oh I'm sorry dear; you were calling about something from Hermione's phone. What is it?" He asked his attention to me again.

"Just let your wife know that Hermione is going into labor and my mother and I are taking her to St. Mungo's, our hospital." I awkwardly said. I have no idea explain this…

"Oh! Sweetie! Ginny says that Hermione's having the baby! … Yes, now! Well, then we will be on our way. I think we still have some magic money around here somewhere, Jane do you know where we put that?"

"Thank you Dr. Granger, see you in a bit!" I shouted into the phone, knowing I lost his attention.

"OH!" Hermione's face scrunched again. "Ow!"

"Breathe Hermione." My mother soothed.

"Your parents are on their way." I put down the phone and rushed to her side.

"Mommy?" I looked up to see James standing at the top of the stairs.

"James, what is it honey?" I stood up and started for the stairs.

"I heard you yelling'." I walked up the stairs to my almost four year old son.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Aunt Hermione's baby is coming so, Papa Weasley is going to watch you."

"So, Daddy okay?" he rubbed his eyes.

I sighed. "Yes. Why don't you go get one of your books and see if Papa will read to you?" James nodded and turned back to the room where he and Albus were sleeping.

I stood up, feeling the blood rush back, and grabbed the railing. Then carefully led myself back down the stairs, as my father went back up them.

"Be sure to let me know when the baby is here." He kissed my cheek as he passed.\

"Of course Dad."

"Okay, Where is your bag Hermione?" MY mother asked.

"In the closed by the door." She held her stomach, while my mother helped her into a standing position. I grabbed the bag, and walked to the fireplace.

"Did you get ahold of Ron?" The very scared Hermione asked me.

"I'll call him again when we get to the hospital." I smiled at her, trying to mask the unease I felt as well.

"Good." She grabbed my arm and smiled into my eyes.

"St. Mungo's!"

We walked through the doors of the maternity ward as I found a chair for Hermione to sit in, while my mother got her checked in. She looked so scared I didn't know what to do. It didn't help that I still cannot get a hold of Ron…

"Okay, Hermione, they have contacted Healer Abbot and she is on her way." My mother sat down next to us. "Now we are waiting on a room to be ready." She took Hermione's hand.

"Okay…" Hermione whined.

Suddenly my phone vibrated, Harry was calling. "Sweet Merlin." I jumped up and flipped open the phone.

"Did you get my message?"

"Ginny, something's wrong" We both said at the same time.

"What?"

"What?" we said again.

I sighed, and decided to let Harry talk.

"Someone broke into the building early this morning. There was an altercation between some of the Ministries of Middle East and Africa, and Ron was caught in the fire between. He's at a hospital here in France."

My whole body went numb. I couldn't feel anything, no my hand holding the phone, the other holding my wand. The floor under me as I slid upon it. The dizziness that has come over me, nothing.

"Ginny?"

I sat there for another few moments.

"Ginny, say something!"

"…is he going to be alright?" I whispered, hoping he could hear me.

"Yes, I've been with him the entire time, they have sedated him to heal his wounds, and now they are just going to have to watch him for a couple of nights-"

"Harry he doesn't have a couple of nights!" I screamed into the phone. Now my mother, Hermione, and the entire floor were staring at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you get any of my messages?"

"No, Ginny, I didn't have time, so I called you. What's wrong?"

"Hermione is in labor about to have the baby!"

"Like now!"

"No, Harry, she gets to decide when it's best for her child to be born- Yes now!"

"Well fuck."

"Exactly. So what do we do? He can't miss the birth of his child…" I whispered, turning away from my family walking down the hall, so they couldn't over hear.

"Ginny, he might have too. He's not even awake yet. You have to tell Hermione…"

"Harry, I can't do that…" I felt the tears starting to form in my eyes.

"Ginny you have too, I can't leave Ron right now…" It was quiet.

We listen to each other to breathe for a few minutes. "How is it that you are okay?"

"Why, do you want me to be hurt and not Ron?" I could tell I hit a nerve.

"No, that came out wrong." Silence again.

"I was sleeping. Ron was playing in a chess tournament with other Aurors. I woke up to the rumbling of the building. It lasted only minutes. Long story short, the Middle East Leaders are gone, along with a few of our own. Now it's just a muggle problem…"

"He's really going to be okay?" I ask again. Trying to hide my fear in my voice.

"In a few days' time, yes… Wait, I've got an idea."

"What?"

"I'm going to see if I can get Ron transferred home. I am pretty sure with my being Harry Potter and all, and their knowledge of Hermione having the baby, that I can…"

"Well, that's better than nothing…"

"You still have to tell Hermione."

"Damn it!"

"Love, tell her nicely, but don't say anything about a transfer, in case it can't happen…"

"Okay."

"Be sure to her and your mum that he will be okay, no need to cause a riot in England and France." He laughed a little, but I know its true…

"I love you." I said into the phone. "I'm sorry wizard's got hurt…"

"I love you so much… I'll be home to you soon." Harry then ended the call.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned to face my family.

In the ten minute conversation with Harry, I realized that reporters have arrived, harassing my family. Listening to their questions, it looks like they beat me to the punch about Ron…

"Did you know attacks?" "It killed innocent Aurors!" "Ron Weasley, one of them!" "Did he leave you?" "Is this his baby? Is that why he went?" As I walked back, I saw security pushing the reporters back, as Hermione was being wheeled into her private room.

"Ginny! What did Harry say?" She was hyperventilating. "What do they mean attacks!"

"Hermione, I need you to relax, your blood pressure is high…" Came Hanna's voice.

"Ginny!" Hermione called from her bed where the healer and healer assistants were trying to get her hooked up to monitors.

"'Mione I-" I stated to say.

"Hermione, I need you to look at me a focus. Okay? You need to calm down now!" Hannah said in a stern yet soothing voice.

She wiped a tear from her eye, and nodded. I turned and look at my mother, who also looked ready to burst into tears. My heart sank.

"Mum, let's go outside for a moment. Hermione, I'm going to see if your parents are here, okay?"

She didn't seem to hear me, as Hannah was looking at the baby.

I led my mother outside and down the hall way. "Mum, they were attacked apparently. Yes, Ron was injured during crossfire. Harry says he's going to be okay, he's stuck at a hospital in France."

My mother put her hand over her mouth and turned away.

"Mum," I put my arm around her. "Harry says that he's healing and he will be alright, they are just keeping him for observation." She sniffed.

"I can't lose another baby. That battle was supposed to be the final one." She stared out at the babies in the nursery.

"It is mum; they are over there to keep another war from starting. This was just a misfire." At this point I don't know who I am trying to convince; my mother, the babies, or myself.

I waited until they drugged up Hermione to tell her what happened to Ron. After I told her that he was hurt but going to be alright, she responded with a blank stare, then finally an 'okay'. But I knew she wasn't okay, for she didn't talk or say anything unless asked. Just stared at the fetal monitor.

Being only four centimeters dilated, she had some time to kill, so when her parents arrived, I decided to walk around the hospital, avoiding the press, and try to get ahold of my husband.

No answer. I walked down to the kitchens of the hospital, looking for something to eat. I saw my mother down there, nursing a plastic cup. I sighed. I thought she was upstairs, but then I remembered that she left with Jane and Dan came in.

I put my mobile on the table then pulled out a chair. "Mum?" I asked.

She looked up at me, all puffy eyed. I took this chance to grab her hand. I just sat their holding it, and she just started at her tea.

"Anything for you miss?" asked an elf. I ordered some breakfast and a biscuit for my mother, knowing she hasn't eaten yet, and turned my attention back to my mother.

"Ginny."

"Yes?"

"You are so wonderful."

…I wonder where this is coming from. "Thank you Mum, I was raised right." Not sure what to say.

"No, sweetie. You truly are. You are determined, strong, independent, and know how to hold your own. Everything I never was."

I just looked at her. "And your father and I are so proud of you."

"Mum, what's going on?"

"I just need you to know how much you mean to me." She then kissed the hand I was holding.

"I'm alright, Ron's alright, Harry's okay."

"I know that, but I can't stop from wondering. You can so easily loose the people most important to you, and it's important to let them know how much you love them."

I now realize that my mother is having a philosophical moment, and just needs me to be quiet and give support.

"You and Dad have made me what I am today."

"You sure it has nothing with the fact that you grew up with six brothers and Harry?" She smiles, a tear in her eye.

"It helped." I smiled back.

We ate the food the elf brought to us. I miss the help of elves, but Hermione would kill me if we ever got one. Because of her, we let Kreatcher stay with the house, and released him from his responsibilities. He was grateful, still faithful until the day he died, right after Harry and I's first anniversary.

After we finished, I realize that I was not getting any service in the basement of the hospital, so Mum and I went back to check on Hermione. It had been a good half hour, and a lot can happen in that time.

The minute we got off the elevator and into the floor Hermione was on, my phone buzzed. I had several missed calls from Harry and two new voice mails. So I sent my mother in to check on Hermione, while I called Harry Back.

He picked up on the first ring.

"Ginny!"

"You called?"

"Yes, did you get any of my voicemails?"

"No, not yet. What's going on now?"

"I talked them into transferring Ron. After he woke up, I explain to him that Hermione was in labor, and he insisted that they release him form the hospital now. Well, they couldn't just do that, but they made a transfer, considering who we were and the situation."

"Oh Harry that's great!"

"Yes, but we can't transport him to England magically, we have to just a muggle helicopter. We are waiting for it now to take us there. It's still going to be another hour until we get there. I am not sure if he will be able to be in there for the birth, but at least they will still be in the same vicinity."

"Harry you are amazing and I love you."

"I love you to honey. I think the helicopter just landed, be there soon." And then he hung up the phone.

I ran back to Hermione's room where she was whining.

"Ugh, why is the potion wearing off?" She said eyes shut head turned.

"I'm not so sure with magic methods honey." James soothed holding her hand.

"I can't believe how much pain I am in, and that I have to do this alone."

"You are not alone Hermione, you mother and I are here" My mother soothed from her other side.

Dan stood in the corner, looking helpless, so I decided to lighten the mood.

"Hermione, I have good news!" I smiled.

"What!" She snapped.

"Well if you are going to bitch maybe I won't tell you."

"Fuck you Ginny! Arg!" I assume another contraction hit.

"Hermione!" Jane said, astounded that her daughter spoke such language.

"I'm not sorry! My medication is wearing off, I still have two centimeters to go before I can push and Ginny's playing games!"

"That still gives you no right-"

"No, it's really okay Mrs. Granger, she's caring a Weasley. Mione, I talked to Harry and they are getting him transferred, Harry says they will be here in an hour."

I smiled.

Hermione started to cry. "I can't wait an hour! What if they don't let him in here! Then he's going to be a few doors down and not be here for the birth of his child! That's worse!"

…I didn't think of it like that…I had nothing to say back, so Hermione kicked me and Dan out of the room, while my mother and Jane were getting ready, and learning the tips for helping Hermione through the labor.

I decided to take this time to floo home to check in with my Dad and the children. As I was about to head to the floo room, I saw Dan sitting there, scared and alone. I can't leave him here…

"Dr. Granger, how would you like to see Rosie?"

His face lights up. "Rose? Of course I would!"

"Well, I'll take you too her, but it involves magic, and you are a muggle…"

"I don't mind at all. After all, Hermione is my daughter." He chided.

"Alright, come with me." I led him to the room. "Now, I hope this will not make you uncomfortable but you need to hold on to me, pretty tightly…" I warned.

"No worries dear." He grasped my arm. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his chest. I dropped the floo powder and made my way to Ron's.

"Whoa!" was Dr. Granger's response. "Never will get used to this…"

I stepped out to see Al sleeping on the couch, and James coloring at the table, my father and Rose out of sight.

"Dad!" I called. Suddenly I heard him stomping down the stairs, Rose on his arms.

"What's happened? Did Hermione have the baby already? Oh Dan, hello!" My father smiled.

I let them talk about muggle and magic things, while I picked up James who came to greet me, while I placed him on my lap. I listened to him talk while I rest my eyes.

Next thing I knew, Dr. Granger was shaking me awake. "Ginny! Your Mobile has been ringing!" I sat up to see that James was off my lap and Albus was awake. I glanced at my phone. Two missed calls from Harry. Shit.

I called him back. Harry said he was a genius, and got the Healers let Ron's bed be put next to Hermione's so he can help her with the labor. I got off the phone and grabbed Dan, kiss my children and father goodbye and went back to the hospital.

As soon walked down the hallway to Hermione's room, Harry met me with a long lasting kiss.

"I told you I would return." And kissed me again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my face against his. "I love you."

"More then you will know." Was his response.

"It's a boy!" My mother said opening the door to Hermione's room. Good, we got back just in time…

Hugo Arthur Weasley was born on February 13, 2008 at eight fifty-six in the morning. He was a whopping 10lbs 11 oz. 23 inches long. He has "redder hair then the burning sun" my mother's words, not mine.

Mum said that Ron was able to lie next to Hermione, holding her hand, giving encouraging words, zoning in and out of consciousness, but was awake when Hugo came into the world.

When Mum, Dr. and Mrs. Granger went to the nursery to see Hugo, Harry and I went in to see Hermione and Ron.

Ron was out like a light, bandaged, and had two different IV's hooked to him, delivering some sort of potion. Hermione was just looking at me, exhausted.

"Hey Mummy, congratulations." I smiled to her as Harry kissed her cheek.

"Yea, 'Mione, he looks good."

She just smiled. She looked over to Ron, and then frowned. "Thanks, but I am NEVER doing this again."

I smiled back.

"That's what Ginny said after James, now we are about to have our third." Harry gave her a wide smile.

Then Ron groaned, and opened his eyes.

"No, I think two is my limit." Mione managed before Ron spoke.

"Gin."

"Ron." I smiled and walked to his bedside.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For taking-taking care of Mione."

"Oh Ron, any time." I took his hand and squeezed it.

"Harry?" He asked.

"Yea, Mate?" Harry replied.

"I quit."

"I figured."

Hermione and Hugo were released from the hospital 36 hours later and Ron a week. The press had a field day with Ron getting hurt, Hugo being born, and finally Ron's resignation from the Auror business. His statement claiming that he fought for our world, and will continue to support all who do, but would like to be more of a family man."

In all honestly, he didn't want to get hurt anymore, and was looking for an excuse to help George at the Joke shop. They are trying to open up one in Hogsmead, but not sure how the owners of Zonko's will react.

After reading the article about Ron in the paper, I was in bed with Harry.

"Do you want me to quit?" Harry was looking at me right in the eyes.

Do I? I wouldn't mind him being out of harm's way and home more often, but is that really incentive to ask Harry to quit a job, especially one he loves so much? No, as his wife I have to support him, and let him decide for himself.

"No. I want you to become Head Auror and live out your dream." I kissed him.

He pulled back. "Really?"

"Yes, Harry. Really." I gave him my best smile, keeping eye contact.

"Alright, well, I got promoted. Because of my negotiating skills, I was able to come up with an agreement with the Middle East Wizards, and all is safe again in the world."

"You saved the world again." I smiled.

"It was never really in danger…"

I kissed Harry and heaved my pregnant self over him, so I was straddling. "So that mean's your Head Auror now?" I remarked seductively.

"Uh Hu." He leaned up and kissed my neck.

"Well, then you need promotion sex…" and with that, I grabbed my wand and magically locked the door.