When we last left our *heroes*, they were having a quiet evening with their friends, Harry and Ginny. This chapter takes place approximately eight months later..................

"Herm, are you okay?" Ginny asked, looking at the exasperated form of her friend, Hermione.

"Oh yeah," Hermione said. "It's an easy job you know, carrying around another human being in your stomach."

"Now now, theres no need to get sarcastic, Missy. Would you like a cup of tea?" Ginny replied, shaking her finger at Hermione.

"Yes, please, Gin, sorry I snapped at you."

" Perfectly alright darling."

Ginny ventured into the kitchen, where she found a very disgruntled looking Harry and a victorious looking Ron.

"Ha ha!" Ron shouted, "I've beaten you again! I am the CHESS master!"

"Not for long, you Rat, I'll get you, someday!" Harry replied, standing up.

"Break it up, Boys," Ginny yelled, startling them.

"Sorry," They said in unison.

Suddenly, a muffled shout was heard from the living room. It was followed by a very loud voice.

"RON! GINNY! HARRY! I-THINK-IT'S-TIME!"

"Oh crap," Ron muttered, scattering chessmen everywhere. What are we gonna do?"

" Go see her, you idiot," Hinny replied, already running out of the kitchen, followed closely by Harry.

Hermione was sitting on the couch, breathing heavily and wincing with pain.

"Hospital. Now!" She managed to pant out. Ron slowly wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, carrying her to the already set portkey they had fixed.

"Grab on everyone, here we go!" Ron shouted, as they all felt the familiar tug behind their navels and the air rushing past them.

Five minutes later, they were in St. Mungos, which had a maternity ward and delivery room, suprisingly enough. They were assigned to a room, and Hermione was set up with a bed and blankets.

A tall, rounded Medi-witch came in, holding a clipboard and a quill, scribbling down something on her paper.

"Hi folks, I'm Lavender Brown, your Medi-witch today, Mrs. Weasley, how are you feeling?

"Lavender?" Hermione croaked, looking at her. There was no mistaking that long blonde hair.

"Hermione, honey, how are you?"

"Well, very much in pain!" Hermione said, involuntarily shivering.

"Yes, yes, of course, we need to get this thing out!" Lavender told Hermione, putting a warming charm on the blankets and putting on Magical medical gloves.

Ron was pacing the room as Lavender worked, shuddering whenever Hermione yelled.

"RON!" She yelled, putting her hand out, reaching for him. "Come hold my hand!"

"I'm here, Herm, It's gonna be okay, you're doing great," He said soothingly, rubbing her hand.

"Good job Hermione," Lavender said, "A couple more pushes should do it; that's right, keep going!"

Harry and Ginny were on the other side of the bed, ready, just in case Hermione needed their support too.

Hermione wasn't in much pain anymore (Lavender had done a numbing charm), but she certainly felt pressure. It wasn't fun, she decided, having a baby.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, a loud crying was heard. The baby was born!

"Congratgulations, Mr and Mrs Weasley, you have a beautiful baby girl!" Lavender said, holding up the small bundle of joy. Little tufts of hair were growing on her head, in the color of fiery red.

Hermione slumped against her pillows, panting, sweat was rolling down her forehead.

"I love you Hermione, you did great!" Ron said, giving her hand a little squeze.

"Yeah, Herm, spectacular," Harry said.

" Great job, girl, I knew you had it in you!" Ginny said, brushing the hair from her face.

Lavender had come up to the bed, holding the new child . She placed it gently into Hermione's arms, who looked at it with love in her eyes.

"Oh Ron, she's beautiful," She whispered, kissing the baby's forehead. "What ever should we name her?"

"Ronalda!" Ginny shouted, ducking a blow from Harry, who was trying hard not to laugh.

"Ugh, no!" Ron and Hermione shouted together.

"How about.....umm......" Hermione was deep in thought.

" I have an idea," Harry said softly, "Lily."

"Oh Harry, thats wonderful!" Hermione replied, knowing only to well tha was his mother's name. "How about it Ron?"

"Lily Weasley, I like it!"

And so, her ends the tale of two people, in love, their nole freinds, also in love, and their new daughter, who will grow up to be just as smart and logical as her mother, tall and short-tempered like her father, with green eyes and the trademark red hair.


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