Hey, so first off, THIS WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER! I don't know whether to say "Yay!" Or "Already?!" Honestly, you guys have been with me forever, through thick and thin. And I thank you. *Bows respectfully*

Happy for the sequel? Well, it'll be out two days after this comes out. YAY! Second of all, this will be ridiculously long. Maybe my longest chapter, EVA! So grab a blanket, a sandwich(or curry... Scones... Kung Pao chicken...), and a box of tissues. Cuz the tears will come!

"C'mon, 'Mione," Ron said, shaking Hermione gently. His efforts earned a half-hearted moan from Hermione. "Wake up. Wake up..." He had been awake for a while, idly playing with Hermione's hair as she purred listfully in her sleep.

Ron was a very thoughtful person, capable of solving the world's problems if he wasn't always wrapped up in someone else's shadow. He would never be perfect, but he would try as best as he could for Hermione and Rose.

Five months ago, he did not have the sense of urgency as he did now. He wasn't one to observe much. He was a lot smarter about his choices, too. But only one thing had not changed; his love for Hermione.

Although not as strong as it was now, he had always loved her. And he would continue to love her, until the end of time itself.

"Mmmh," Hermione groaned. "Nng... Just five minu... tes..." Ron proceeded to poke and prod her repeatedly until she opened her eyes lazily so that they were half open. She blinked and made an odd sort of sigh.

"Come on," Ron coaxed, slowly and gently forcing her up. "You don't need to rush... Just-Just get up... That's right..." Hermione moaned again and opened an eye, annoyed. "Why? Isn't it still Saturday?"

"Well, yeah. But it kind of worries me when you sleep too long," Ron said, eyeing her carefully. She gave him a sleepy glance, half smiling. "How many times do I have to tell you," Hermione said, blinking profusely. "... That it's my job to worry?"

"Yes, I know that it's your job to worry," Ron said, raising an eyebrow at her. "But your not acting right lately." Hermione sighed, drawing circles on her protruding belly and staring at the floor. "Rose hasn't been kicking for a while," she said, her bottom lip quivering. "A-And I know that this can happen sometimes, b-but I can't help but think about her.

"I've always wanted to have someone there to call me 'mummy', and someone I had to care for because they were fully dependent on me. But maybe it was too soon. Maybe I'm just not ready for that responsibility. Maybe we're putting too much stress on her and she can't take it.

"Ron, what if she's gone? W-What if we can never bring her back? And what if all the blood, sweat, and tears we shed trying to keep this a secret was for nothing? What if Parvati died in vain? She died trying to help us! This is all wrong... All of it, just wrong..."

It took Ron a few minutes to sort out all the different things shouting out to him. it hurt to to see her like that, powerless and scared. He didn't want her to feel that way. Because when she was scared, he was even more scared.

She should have told him how she felt. She should have told him everything. Because now, his baby could be gone. She could be gone forever. "I'm sorry," Hermione's voice shook. "I tried. I really tried to-to make it work. I really did."

She stared at the patterned carpet under her, tracing the swirled lines with her eyes.

"It's funny," she sniffled. "We didn't even plan to have a baby in the first place, but now we're so attached to her... Ron, I don't want her to go!"

Ron wrapped his arms around her torso and she sobbed into his shoulder. "We'll get her back, 'Mione," Ron rubbed her back, trying not to cry himself. "I promise."

Lightening flashed across the violet night sky, weaving its way through raindrops and swollen clouds, followed by a roll of thunder. Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat on either side of Ginny's hospital bed, all of them in silence.

None of them wanted to speak unless it was to congratulate Ginny on her perfect health. But then again, none of them wanted to set their sites too high. Ginny was trying everything to start a small conversation, or at least break their distant stares.

After many failed attemps, she gave up and busied herself with watching the clock anxiously. Every few seconds, there would be the sound of someone inhaling deeply, or clearing their throat. Soon, Madam Pomfrey bustled from her office holding a clipboard and looking completely shocked.

She smiled in amazement, and eyed Ginny carefully. "Well, looks as if you'll be fine!" She happily intergected. "It's miraculous, really! There was some sort of poisonous casing on the knife left behind, but the virus Ginny contracted from it seems to have... Disappeared! She should be out of here soon. Tuesday at the latest."

At once, all three of them pounced on Ginny to give her a tight embrace. Then, the double doors were flung open, and a cold silence fell across the room. In a few long strides, Professor Dumbledore was now standing in the centre of the room, giving them a kind but firm stare.

"Miss Granger, Mister Weasley," he said, politely. "I would like to see you in my office."

Okay, maybe I lied, that wasn't long at all... But as usual, here is my Part Two fact.

#3: In Part Two, Hermione and Ron are shunned by many people who have caught word of their whereabouts.