Hey guys. Sorry that it's been a while – but I've been busy and I've had homework. Not to mention that I've got a report on magical realism due Monday that I haven't even started yet. But it should be a piece of cake. Supposedly.

Bruce couldn't get over the fact that there were actual flying brooms, still hadn't gotten over it since he found out about the wizarding world. Quidditch was confusing whenever Ron or Ginny tried to explain it quickly to him as they were trying to find their seats, but Harry calmed down enough to tell him what was what and he'd managed to get that much. Sports were never his forte, especially not in high school or college or even now, so he at least knew when a team scored (probably thanks to the announcer, that belted out exclamations and a few swear words that threatened to slip through) but if there was something that ever really wowed the crowd, Bruce couldn't see it.

He was actually just surprised at how well he was doing in this crowded setting. He actually felt alright, aside from Ginny cursing next to Harry, who tried not to laugh too much at his wife's exclamations of foul play. Bruce wondered if Hermione was alright, but she'd already been half deep into a paperback book when he'd left, and knew that she'd probably be done with that book and started on another when he got home.

"Bloody Egypt – that was a cheap shot!" Ron exclaimed after the game to his brother and sister, Harry rolling his eyes as he walked behind the three, the other Weasleys trailing around somewhere as Bruce pulled out his phone and reached for a signal, frowning at all the magic that was clouding around his device.

"Let me see," Harry said, offering his hand. Bruce placed it in his palm and Harry passed it back and forth from one hand to another dully before checking again, his eyes widening and his eyebrows shooting up, "You have three voicemails and eleven messages."

Bruce's eyes widened as well and he quickly grabbed the phone, pulling it to his ear and blocking the other from the noise around him.

"Hey, it's me," Hermione's recorded voice came through the little speaker, "Just called to say that I love you, I'll be hanging out with Luna at McGregor's, call me when you get home? Love you, bye."

"Uhm, Bruce, I think I'm having contractions. Luna's insistent that it's Braxton Hicks – oh hush, Luna, it's my body, I know something's up – but I'm not sure. They're far apart though, so – ow! Merlin!"

"I'm in labor," Hermione's voice panted worriedly, "I'm in labor and we're going to Mungo's and you can't hear this because of the ruddy magic at the Quidditch ga-ame! Ahh! Bruce, please, please get this, I need you here, you need to be here."

"Harry, you need to get me to Mungo's," Bruce said, quickly snapping his phone shut after checking the make sure that the last voicemail came fifteen minutes ago.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, capturing the attention of Ron, Ginny and George as well.

"Hermione's in labor," he said.

"What?" Ron and George yelped as Harry and Ginny's eyes widened.

"But she's not due for another month or so!" Ginny gaped.

"C'mon," Harry said, reaching for his arm.

"Where's Hermione Banner – or is it Granger – where's her room?" Bruce asked, his head swimming as he gripped the receptionist's counter, Harry, Ron, George and Ginny running up with him.

"203, come on, Bruce," Katie said seriously, ignoring the confused receptionist, waving him along to walk quickly with her.

"What's wrong – I thought the baby was supposed to come next - ?" Bruce began.

"The baby decided to come early – we're not sure if it'll be alright, but we're hoping," Katie said, opening the door and pushing him in, closing it to refuse entry to the Weasleys and Potters.

"Thank God, you're here," Hermione breathed as Bruce zipped to her side, doubled over and wincing as another contraction rippled through her.

"I'm very glad you didn't listen to me when I said it was Braxton Hicks contractions," Luna said, pale enough to make her hair seem even more blonde.

"Thank you for looking after her Luna," Bruce said, "Harry, Ginny, George and Ron are out there, and I think everyone else should be coming in soon."

"Then I best go grab a chair before there aren't any," Luna said seriously.

"Run, Luna, run," Hermione managed seriously, making her smile and peck her cheek before dashing through the door, the strangled sound of her diving into Ron's stomach being heard soon after. They ignored this as Bruce pecked Hermione's temple, running a hand across her back as she slumped into him.

"I love you," he murmured to her, making her smile.

"I love you too," she said before giving a gasp and lurching back into her previous position, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets, "Despite what I'll say later on, I love you very, very much, Bruce."

"I know," he smiled, grabbing her hand and gripping it in his.

(I'll leave it here. You guys needed a new chapter, but I'll work on the next as soon as I update this.)