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Ron&Hermione Pairing 3

Niggles

2am the next morning

Hermione and Ron lay in the still bed, facing eachother. Ron was in a deep comatose state and Hermione was trying to get comfortable with a pillow underneath her bump. It wasn't for happening. This baby was a stubborn one. Hermione had given up all hope and got out of bed. She stretched almost as high as the ceiling and went into the spare room of her parents' house where Rose was.
"Excuse me, Missus! Why aren't you asleep?" Hermione smiled from the door, rubbing her bare bump. Rose just sighed heavily and sat up onto her pillow.
" I couldn't sleep. I'm too excited." Rose replied to her mother. Hermione sat at the edge of the bed that Rose was in and her daughter sat across from her.
"What are you excited for? Christmas isn't for another few weeks." Hermione said. Rose shook her head and felt her mothers bump. Her little sibling. It moved around as Hermione fixed her bra strap.
"Dad's helping me count down." Rose explained. Hermione nodded and lay down onto her side. "I can feel it move." She smiled. Hermione put her hand ontop of Rose's with a big grin.
"It's a boy." Hermione told Rose. Her daughters face dropped.
Rose couldn't help but be in shock. She said, "Can I name him?".
Hermione smiled.
"Yes, darling. You can." She said quietly, "What were you thinking?". Hermiones hand grazed the shape of her daughters knuckles.
"Hugo. I want to call him Hugo." Rose said seriously. She looked at her mother weakly. "You don't like it." Hermione shook her head firmly and kissed the top of Roses head.
"I love it, Rosie." She said before she felt a niggle and a nip of pain. Hermione pushed herself from the bed, hiding her pain from Rose.

"Rosie, can you go wake your dad?" She asked, supporting herself with the edge of the door. Rose pounced lightly from the bed and pranced into the room where Ron was. "Stay!" Hermione violently warned the ickle child inside her. "Three months too early, Hugo!" She sighed. It was at that moment, Hugo had had enough of Hermiones warmth and broke her water by violently moving/swimming. Ron rubbed his eyes and trodded out into the hall with Rose holding his hand.
"'Mi? What's happening?" Ron asked in a frantic panic. Hermione just laughed, shaking her head.
"It's three months early. That's what's happening" She laughed with a pale face in the dark room. Rose let go of Rons hand and went to wake up her grandparents.
"This is amazing!" Ron rasped out in quick time. He got over to Hermione and felt the baby move quickly. "But - You can't apparate, Hermione." Ron informed. She straightened up.
"I never thought of that. The floo network- Oh, wait..." She sighed. Although Hermione contractions were getting closer together very very slowly in the spare room of her parents' house, they still debated. Ron spoke whilst she breathed through them. She spoke after the contraction. "We're going to fall out, Ronald!"

A few hours later
They eventually got to by Apparating.
Sadly, they ended up a few hundred metres away and it attracted a crowd.
Paps.
It was really risky.

Ron walked around the pink room Hermione had in his scruffy Jeans and shirt. The paparazzi had noticed them as mentioned before. He paced and paced.
"Merlin! Is everything alright? " Fred and George asked as they burst through the door. Hermione looked up from her book she was reading and Ron turned. "Is he here yet?" Fred darted at them. Hermione shook her head.
"I'm going to surgery." She smiled.
"How can you smile about that? They're slicing and dicing you up. Making you into Smart-Alec soup!" George whimpered.
"Because... I wont feel anything. They promised me that." Hermione explained. "And it's the safest way because he's really early."
"How early exactly?" Fred queried. He sat in the seat next to Hermione.
"Three months."Ron sighed. His face was pale. Not like his usual self.
"So my nephew is going to be short? We already get enough of that gene from Harry!" George exclaimed. Hermione smiled again.
"Hush! They'll be arriving anymoment. And I'll be going to theatre in... Ten minutes." She said after glancing at the clock. "They said they'll put Hugo into Intensive for a few days then we'll be able to take him home." Hermione shyly said, lifting her book slowly to continue her reading. Ron turned sharply to her. A perfect 180.
"A boy?"He asked. Fred and George looked at eachother, holding back smirks.
"Everybody knew about it, Ronnykins." Fleur said, coming through the door with Bill. "Come on, we need to wait out here."Fleur grinned. All the guys except Ron went out.
"I'll be right here when you get back." Ron said, sitting at her side. "Then we'll go see him together when you're ready." He said. He kissed the top of her weat moistened head. The contractions really took a toll on Hermione's frail body. Fleur walked over to the side of her, took her book and sat it on the side.
"We'll be here too." Fleur told her. She kissed both of Hermiones cheeks before the midwife came in.

"We wont keep her long, ."She kindly smiled before taking Hermione out of the room. All that was left was the chair he was sitting in, another chair on the other side and a bedside table. Fleur took Rons hand and brought him out into the corridor.
"It'll all be fine." She said whilst she tightly hugged and cradled him.
"We promise you that." Bill joined. Ron nodded with a kind smile.
"It will." He told himself repeatedly.
Four coffees and one large banter later, Hermione was back in her room. Ron and Bill were the first to get up.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news. There were some complications. To Hermione. Not to the boy. " The smartly suited man said, taking the gloves off of his hands.
"Bloody hell. Here we go." Arthur said from one of the seats. At least now we know where Ronald gets it from.
"There was alot of blood loss. We did manage to stitch her up in time before she ran out. the platelets were too slow for her body." He said to Ron. Ron stood stiff as he spoke. Bill was listening instensely. "But in a few days, she will be mobile-" He started up again.
"Her name's Hermione." Fred interjected as he stood slightly, "He doesn't like the word 'She' when it's about her." He winked, clicking his tongue before sitting back down. The doctor nodded.
"I think it's best if you let her rest for now. You can go and see your son though."
Ron sighed heavily as the doctor walked away. Ron was greeted with hugs and kisses, mainly from Katie, Angelina and Molly. Oh yes, everybody showed up. Except Rose. She was at Grandma Grangers. Rons hopeless mind wandered freely when he slowly walked down to IC.

It was there at the reception. The little incubator. The midwife who stole Hermione away from Ron was next to it.
"Are you, Ronald? Hermione's husband ?" She smiled. Ron nodded. "Would you like to see him?" The midwife asked. Rons knees almost buckled when he saw his tiny body linked to machinery.
"Hugo!" Ron almost silently said.
"Is that his name, it's just that I'm filling out his birth certificate." She said with her pink and blue quill furiously writing away. Time. Weight. Ron nodded and nearly started to cry.
"I'm really sorry, . No magic can cure this soul." The doctor said as he brushed past Ron. Ron just glared.
"I can't pick him up can I ?" Ron said downheartedly. The midwife nodded.
"You just need to be really careful with the wires." Those words killed Ron inside. He didn't pick Hugo up but infact brushed his face with his honours hand.
"My handsome boy!" Ron wept. "When you're..." Ron stated before beginning to sniffle. "Big and strong, me, mummy and Rosie will take you to a beach -any beach and build you a special sandcastle."He wept, fully breaking down before his son.
"That's nice. We done that with Teddy." Remus said, coming from the middle of nowhere. " A Specially big one just for him."
Ron turned and tightly clung to him.
"I'm not ready!" Ron wailed quietly. Remus chuckled.
"You have Rose. You survied her." He said. "You're already doing amazing." Remus tightly hugged him back. "You can handle this little guy."