Surving Without You : Part 2
Surviving Without You :
Part Two
Disclaimer : These characters are figments of J.K. Rowling's head, not mine. I hope you enjoy this chapter, Mara
An owl flies into our bedroom, beating his wings furiously. I turn to the wall, signaling for Draco to get the letter that's borne to its leg. I hear him sigh deeply and feed the owl a treat. The owl flies off again through the open window.

I'm drifting off into sleep again when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I murmur for him to go away, but he persists. Finally, he turns me over with his hands and kisses me passionately.

"Draco . . ." I protest, although I'm already awake, while pulling away.

"Hermione, love, Ginny's having her babies," Ginny tells me casually.

I jump out of bed and rush around the room. "What?!"

Draco comes up behind me and holds me around the waist, handing me a shirt and a pair of pants. I take them gratefully.

I give him a quick kiss before rushing down the stairs. I rush around the kitchen, searching for the keys and a bite to eat. But, yet again, Draco is ahead of me. He's standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, the car keys in his hand. As I glare at him he raises his other hand, producing a bagel.

"I love you," I tell him as I go to him, wrap my hands around his neck, and kiss him gently.

He puts his arm around my waist and leads me out the door and into the car that the Ministry of Magic has given us.

I chew nervously on my bagel as Draco races through London. He throws me quick, loving glances as we go. It's amazing what a friend's birth can do to men!

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Harry rushes into the birthing room and takes Percy's place at Ginny's side.

"Sorry . . . it took . . . so long," he gasps out, searching for air.

"Don't worry about it," Ginny tells him, despite the fact that she grabs his hand in a death grip as a contraction racks her body in pain.

"Breath," Harry tells her, remembering what they learned in birthing class. A long argument had been held on the choosing of a birthing coach. It had eventually come down to Percy and Harry, with Harry becoming the victor after a long, heated argument during which Neville had fled the room, his face pale and his hands over his ears.

"Hey Gin. How you feeling?" Ron asks cheerfully, though his hands are shaking noticeably and his face is pale.

"That's a stupid question Ron," Ginny replies with a little laugh.

"Hey," Hermione says quietly as she edges her way into the room. Draco nods at Ginny, looking uncomfortable. He has his arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close to him.

Ginny's heart aches at the sight of so much love around her. She places her hands on her swollen stomach, wishing that Severus could be here for the birth of his children. It's so unfair!

Ginny lays her head back in frustration, refusing to let the tears fall. She promised Severus she'd be strong, and she's determined to keep her promise.

Harry slips his other arm under her head and squeezes her shoulder. He pulls their clasped hands up and kisses her hand gently. She sees understanding in his eyes, and is grateful to him.

"Thank you, Harry," Ginny whispers into Harry's ear. He gives her hand another small squeeze before she grips his. Another contraction racks her body, and she bites her lip to keep back her scream.

Percy realizes her pain and ushers everyone out of the small room. He stops in the doorway and turns around, giving Ginny a smile.

"Good luck, Gin. Harry, come tell us the minute they're born." Percy smiles at them before following everyone out the door and closing it behind him.

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The scene in the waiting room would have been comical if it wasn't so nerve racking. Neville is sitting in a chair off to the side. He is clasping Percy's out-stretched hand, who is standing up beside the chair. Neville's knuckles are white with anxiety.

A couple seats down from them is Draco. Hermione is lying down, her head in his lap. Draco has his fingers entwined in her dark curls and her eyes are wide open. Ron is sitting next to Draco. He is leaning on his knees, as pale as he was earlier.

Close to the door, Mrs. Weasley has her head in her hands. Her lips are quivering, but she is too nervous to speak. Arthur is trying to clam his wife. He has his arm around her shoulders, but it is obvious that nerves are eating at him as well.

The twins, Fred and George, are pacing in front of the door. Fred is walking in a circle, George close behind him. Neither, for a change, can think of a thing to say.

That only leaves Bill and Charlie. The two oldest Weasley sons are standing off to the side, discussing various topics in low voices.

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"Okay, now, push," the doctor says.

Ginny grips Harry's hand and pushes. Harry looks back and forth from the doctor to Ginny, almost jumping around in nervousness.

"One more push . . . yes, come on, you can do it . . . there. You have a son," the doctor tells her, holding up a little boy which the nurse takes to clean up. In a minute, the little boy is placed in Ginny's arms.

"What's his name?" Harry asks, awestruck by the new little life.

"Indiana. Indiana Snape. Severus and I chose the names right after we were married," Ginny says, looking at Indiana with tears gleaming in her eyes.

"He looks a lot like Severus. He has his dark eyes and features. But, he has your nose and we'll have to wait and see if he inherits the Weasley hair," Harry says, smiling at mother and son.

Ginny smiles back at him. "Harry, will you please go tell everyone? I think they'll be really mad if we don't tell them soon."

Harry nods and walks out the door. The second he door closes behind his, everyone in the lobby rushes to his side.

"Was it a boy or a girl?"

"Is Ginny okay?"

"What about the other one?"

"Wooh, wooh," Harry says, putting his hands up to ward off the bombard of questions. "Indiana Snape was born at 3:37 am on October 13th. He is a healthy little boy, along with his mother."

"What about the other one?" Bill asks quickly.

"The doctor said that it could be in about ten minutes or it could be in four hours."

"And? What does he look like?" Molly asks impatiently.

"He looks a lot like his father. Dark eyes and mouth, but he has his mother's nose. He doesn't have hair yet, so we don't know what color it will be," Harry tells them. "I should go back in there. I'll be back when there's more news to tell."

When Harry leaves, the group goes back to their same positions. But this time there's a more cheerful air to the room. One down, one to go.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be up soon. Please review. Thanks, Mara