Nine
It was a sunny day in early February, the spring birds were singing, and the trees started to show signs of life. Hermione rolled over, trying not to think about Harry, but Ron broke the silence. "Look Hermi, it's not your fault!" Ron whispered, rubbing her back.
"It is! I sent him off to look for you, it's been six months." Hermione moaned, she sat up and stared at the yellowing ceiling. "He should be playing Quidditch with Gin-" Hermione was interrupted by a knock at the front door.
"I'll get it, your in your nighty." Ron walked over to the door and stepped into the hall of the cottage. Hermione decided to get dressed. She opened her dusty old wardrobe. An array of maternity clothes hung before her. She picked out some blue ones to wear; she placed them on her bed, when she heard a shriek. She ran downstairs, forgetting that she was heavily pregnant. "Ginny?" Hermione gasped. Ginny was wearing school robes to tight for her, especially around her stomach. Ron was looking at Ginny is disbelief, his mouth wide open. "Ginny, shouldn't you be in school?"
"Oh Hermi!" Ginny wailed, "It's Harry!"
"Have you seen him?"
"Yes, in October, he sunk into my dorm at Hogwarts, I missed him so much. I fell pregnant, and then the bump showed, so I ran away, I thought I could stay here."
"Ginny, I don't believe it! You were sixteen at the time!" Ron shouted. "Mum'll go mad, Angelina pregnant with Fred's baby, Hermi pregnant, and now you! Ginny, didn't you have any sense?"
"You can talk! Getting Hermi pregnant in May!"
"Your seventeen!"
"So?"
"Ginny, sleep in the spare room until you sort yourself out."
"Wouldn't Professor Black be angry?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"No, I told him and he as understanding." Ginny said, rather glad. Ron and Hermione smiled, Sirius would understand.
"Ginny, I'll show you to your room, Ron take her trunk." Hermione ordered.
She led Ginny into a small room near the kitchen. It was pink in colour and had a small flowery bed in corner of the dinky room. "This is so sweet!" Ginny exclaimed. "I'll unpack everything, and make you two breakfast, I owe you a lot!" Ginny smiled and sat on the old bed. Hermione walked out to Ron, who still looked rather dumbfounded.
"Well, at least you'll be an uncle!" Hermione grinned.
"Thank you very much," Ron frowned, looking at the brown carpet, and fiddling with his dressing gown.
"Ron, don't be like that, anyway, today's the day we plan our wedding!" Hermione smiled mischievously at him.
"Great, more money down the drain."
"Ron, we don't have to have a fancy la-de-da wedding, do we. All we need is a white dress, robes for you, two rings and a lot of love!" Ron hugged her.
"You really are the best girl a boy like me could dream of!" He whispered into her bushy hair. "I love you so much!"
"Good, because I love you too!"
****
The next few days were horrible and rainy, and the Daily Prophet's headlines were the same everyday: HERO HYPE!; TRAGIC TERROR; POTTER PANTS; MINISTRY DUMBFOUNDED; FRANTIC FUDGE!. They were all about how Harry Potter had gone missing for so long, and how Ginny Weasley, his long-term girlfriend has also disappeared.
"Oh dear, the might search this place if we're not careful!" Ginny gasped, folding up the newspaper, after staring at a photo of her. "Mum and Dad must be going mad, oh what have I done?"
"Ginny don't worry, we runaways to, but we eventually called our parents." Hermione said, summoning the teapot over to the table.
"Yeah, Gin, I mean how madder can Mum and Dad get?" Ron said, with a small gin on his face.
"So when is the wedding?" Ginny said, hastily changing the subject.
"Sometime in June, the baby will be old enough." Hermione mumbled, massaging her pregnant stomach.
"That's good." Ginny said, pouring herself some tea. Then Hermione gasped, her face turned white, and she started to shake a bit.
"Hermi, what's wrong?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione's scrunched up face. She looked up her eyes full of intense pain. "Oh no, not now!" Ron put his hand to his mouth.
"Ron! We need to get to a hospital!" Hermione moaned, clutching her sides.
"Hermi! You'll be alright, um this is natural, so it cant be that bad!"
"Oh Ron dear it IS!" Hermione shouted, in a shrill voice.
"Hermi, I've read the books, breathe, take deep breaths." Ginny said calmly, her face flushed. Ron and Hermione both started to take deep breaths. Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at Ron with annoyance in her dark brown eyes. "Not you silly, Hermi!"
"Oh!" Ron said shrilly. "I'm gonna be a Dad!" Ron looked a bit frightened, but a bit happy. "Are you sure it's contractions?"
"Positive, the baby is due in a few days anyway! I've had small pains, but these are atrocious!"
A few hours later Hermione was in St Mungo's hospital in extreme pain. Ron was very worried, and screamed every time Hermione yelped in pain. Hermione had never been in so much pain. This baby was being horrible, causing so much excruciating pain; she almost wished she was under the Crutatious Curse again! "Hermi, are you alright?" Ron said, his adoring eyes looking at her eyes with utter most love and worry.
"Oh Ron! No, just get THIS KID OUTTA ME!"
"Breath, like Nurse Williams said, just keep calm." Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and squeezed it hard. "OW!" Ron screamed, pulling his hand away. It hung limply from his arm, red and swollen.
"Sorry, but I'm in more pain!" Ron looked at Hermione unsurely.
After four hours Hermione gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She had think red hair like Ron; she had a long nose like Ron too. "She is beautiful!" Ron gasped, holding his baby girl, shaking with love. "I can't believe it!"
"I know," Hermione yawned, stretching her arms. "But what to call our little angel is the problem."
"What about Jacinta?" Ron suggested, kissing the baby.
"No, it's to modern, I want something different, like Sadie?"
"No, my great Aunt is called Sadie, what about Hélène?"
"No way, I hate that name, what about Emilina?"
"Nice ring, Emily for short, yeah, Emilina Weasley." Ron grinned, the biggest, happiest, and most exuberant grin Hermione had ever seen in her whole life. The new generation of Weasleys had begun!
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The End, forever.
I'll start posting new fics about Emily soon, I need to find them! Thanks for Reviewing, I love ya all! ;)
This is dedicated to Great Grandma Margaret who died in March.
It was a sunny day in early February, the spring birds were singing, and the trees started to show signs of life. Hermione rolled over, trying not to think about Harry, but Ron broke the silence. "Look Hermi, it's not your fault!" Ron whispered, rubbing her back.
"It is! I sent him off to look for you, it's been six months." Hermione moaned, she sat up and stared at the yellowing ceiling. "He should be playing Quidditch with Gin-" Hermione was interrupted by a knock at the front door.
"I'll get it, your in your nighty." Ron walked over to the door and stepped into the hall of the cottage. Hermione decided to get dressed. She opened her dusty old wardrobe. An array of maternity clothes hung before her. She picked out some blue ones to wear; she placed them on her bed, when she heard a shriek. She ran downstairs, forgetting that she was heavily pregnant. "Ginny?" Hermione gasped. Ginny was wearing school robes to tight for her, especially around her stomach. Ron was looking at Ginny is disbelief, his mouth wide open. "Ginny, shouldn't you be in school?"
"Oh Hermi!" Ginny wailed, "It's Harry!"
"Have you seen him?"
"Yes, in October, he sunk into my dorm at Hogwarts, I missed him so much. I fell pregnant, and then the bump showed, so I ran away, I thought I could stay here."
"Ginny, I don't believe it! You were sixteen at the time!" Ron shouted. "Mum'll go mad, Angelina pregnant with Fred's baby, Hermi pregnant, and now you! Ginny, didn't you have any sense?"
"You can talk! Getting Hermi pregnant in May!"
"Your seventeen!"
"So?"
"Ginny, sleep in the spare room until you sort yourself out."
"Wouldn't Professor Black be angry?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"No, I told him and he as understanding." Ginny said, rather glad. Ron and Hermione smiled, Sirius would understand.
"Ginny, I'll show you to your room, Ron take her trunk." Hermione ordered.
She led Ginny into a small room near the kitchen. It was pink in colour and had a small flowery bed in corner of the dinky room. "This is so sweet!" Ginny exclaimed. "I'll unpack everything, and make you two breakfast, I owe you a lot!" Ginny smiled and sat on the old bed. Hermione walked out to Ron, who still looked rather dumbfounded.
"Well, at least you'll be an uncle!" Hermione grinned.
"Thank you very much," Ron frowned, looking at the brown carpet, and fiddling with his dressing gown.
"Ron, don't be like that, anyway, today's the day we plan our wedding!" Hermione smiled mischievously at him.
"Great, more money down the drain."
"Ron, we don't have to have a fancy la-de-da wedding, do we. All we need is a white dress, robes for you, two rings and a lot of love!" Ron hugged her.
"You really are the best girl a boy like me could dream of!" He whispered into her bushy hair. "I love you so much!"
"Good, because I love you too!"
****
The next few days were horrible and rainy, and the Daily Prophet's headlines were the same everyday: HERO HYPE!; TRAGIC TERROR; POTTER PANTS; MINISTRY DUMBFOUNDED; FRANTIC FUDGE!. They were all about how Harry Potter had gone missing for so long, and how Ginny Weasley, his long-term girlfriend has also disappeared.
"Oh dear, the might search this place if we're not careful!" Ginny gasped, folding up the newspaper, after staring at a photo of her. "Mum and Dad must be going mad, oh what have I done?"
"Ginny don't worry, we runaways to, but we eventually called our parents." Hermione said, summoning the teapot over to the table.
"Yeah, Gin, I mean how madder can Mum and Dad get?" Ron said, with a small gin on his face.
"So when is the wedding?" Ginny said, hastily changing the subject.
"Sometime in June, the baby will be old enough." Hermione mumbled, massaging her pregnant stomach.
"That's good." Ginny said, pouring herself some tea. Then Hermione gasped, her face turned white, and she started to shake a bit.
"Hermi, what's wrong?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione's scrunched up face. She looked up her eyes full of intense pain. "Oh no, not now!" Ron put his hand to his mouth.
"Ron! We need to get to a hospital!" Hermione moaned, clutching her sides.
"Hermi! You'll be alright, um this is natural, so it cant be that bad!"
"Oh Ron dear it IS!" Hermione shouted, in a shrill voice.
"Hermi, I've read the books, breathe, take deep breaths." Ginny said calmly, her face flushed. Ron and Hermione both started to take deep breaths. Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at Ron with annoyance in her dark brown eyes. "Not you silly, Hermi!"
"Oh!" Ron said shrilly. "I'm gonna be a Dad!" Ron looked a bit frightened, but a bit happy. "Are you sure it's contractions?"
"Positive, the baby is due in a few days anyway! I've had small pains, but these are atrocious!"
A few hours later Hermione was in St Mungo's hospital in extreme pain. Ron was very worried, and screamed every time Hermione yelped in pain. Hermione had never been in so much pain. This baby was being horrible, causing so much excruciating pain; she almost wished she was under the Crutatious Curse again! "Hermi, are you alright?" Ron said, his adoring eyes looking at her eyes with utter most love and worry.
"Oh Ron! No, just get THIS KID OUTTA ME!"
"Breath, like Nurse Williams said, just keep calm." Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and squeezed it hard. "OW!" Ron screamed, pulling his hand away. It hung limply from his arm, red and swollen.
"Sorry, but I'm in more pain!" Ron looked at Hermione unsurely.
After four hours Hermione gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She had think red hair like Ron; she had a long nose like Ron too. "She is beautiful!" Ron gasped, holding his baby girl, shaking with love. "I can't believe it!"
"I know," Hermione yawned, stretching her arms. "But what to call our little angel is the problem."
"What about Jacinta?" Ron suggested, kissing the baby.
"No, it's to modern, I want something different, like Sadie?"
"No, my great Aunt is called Sadie, what about Hélène?"
"No way, I hate that name, what about Emilina?"
"Nice ring, Emily for short, yeah, Emilina Weasley." Ron grinned, the biggest, happiest, and most exuberant grin Hermione had ever seen in her whole life. The new generation of Weasleys had begun!
(
The End, forever.
I'll start posting new fics about Emily soon, I need to find them! Thanks for Reviewing, I love ya all! ;)
This is dedicated to Great Grandma Margaret who died in March.