I Will Always Return
Part Eight: Breathe
I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I've
Never been this swept away
Hermione woke the next morning, blinking in the sunlight that streamed through their open window. She watched quietly as Ron slept on, sunlight casting shadows over his face. Hermione climbed out of bed and hopped into the shower, the warm water soothing her body. She pulled on jeans and a tank top because the day was already warm. Hermione wandered downstairs to find Crookshanks curled up in an armchair, snoring. Pigwidgeon was on his perch, hooting happily at the sight of her. "Morning, Pig." The little owl twittered happily and landed on her shoulder. A loud purring came from near her ankles, as Crookshanks was rubbing himself against her. "Hold on Crookshanks, I'll feed you." She wandered into the kitchen and dug a can of cat food out of the cupboard. Hermione opened it and put it in Crookshanks's dish and he gobbled it greedily. She gave Pig an owl treat and he fluttered back to his perch with a grateful hoot.
Ron came sauntering into the kitchen, his hair messy but dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "Morning," he gave Hermione a kiss and sat down at the table, picking up a copy of the Daily Prophet. Hermione made tea and eggs, then sat down at the table to eat with Ron. "Hmm...nothing interesting..." he flipped through the paper quickly. "How about we work on the garden today, love?" said Ron, glancing at Hermione. She smiled happily. "Sure." They got up from the table and headed outside.
All my thoughts seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart
The rest of the summer faded away slowly. Hermione and Ron spent lazy days basking in sunlight while entertaining guests on their patio in the evenings. It was the end of August and reality hit: they both had to go to work the next day. Hermione sighed grumpily. She had been feeling a bit under the weather for the last week. "You all right?" said Ron curiously. "Fine." Ron pulled his wife onto the couch next to him. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I feel like crap, Ron." "Maybe you've got a cold," he offered. "Mmm, maybe." She kissed him quickly. "I'm going to go up to bed." She trudged out of the room, exhausted.
'Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
Ron had noticed Hermione getting colder and sicker over the next month. For the fourth morning in a row, she had gotten up in the early hours and ran into the bathroom. She padded back into the bedroom after a rather violent bought of sickness and lay back down. "Here, I'll give you a massage." Ron began to massage Hermione's shoulder. She snuggled closer to him, trying to keep her sickness out of her mind. "Uh oh!" Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth and flew into the bathroom again.
Ron wrote to Mrs. Weasley who showed up that night to examen Hermione. "Morning sickness? Grumpiness?" she questioned Hermione while Ron waited in the living room. "Hermione, have you had your period?" Hermione looked stunned. "No, I haven't." Mrs. Weasley gasped, tears forming in her eyes. "You're pregnant, dear! I'd say about two months along." Hermione gaped at her. "No way!" Mrs. Weasley nodded excitedly. Hermione beamed. "Wow!" Mrs. Weasley bustled to the door. "RON!" Ron came scampering in. "What?!" he looked worried. "I'm pregnant!" said Hermione, still in awe. "Oh my God..." whispered Ron with as much awe as his wife. They hugged tightly, looking ecstatic. "I'll leave you two alone." Mrs. Weasley kissed her son and daughter-in-law, then Disapparated.
In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
I'm closer than I've ever felt before
And I know
And you know
There's no need for words right now
The next few months were hell for Ron. Hermione became so grumpy and sick that he almost couldn't handle it. She spent her days working hard at the Ministry. Nobody bothered her unless they wanted their head bitten off. The rest of her time was spent sewing and knitting baby clothes. One snowy December night, a week before Christmas, Hermione was found curled on the couch peaceful, knitting and watching the Muggle news. "Er...Hermione?" Her eyes landed on Ron, who stood nervously in the doorway. She smiled and gestured for him to join her on the couch. Ron smiled, relieved. He sat down next to her and she curled up in his arms silently. "Ron? I'm really sorry I've been er...bitter." Ron smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "It's okay, love. I can't wait until this baby is born." He set his hand's on Hermione's growing belly. "Only five months..." she said with a sigh.
'Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
Ron's love for Hermione was unconditional. Hermione had slowly gotten kinder and less snappy, so it made things more enjoyable for Ron, their family, and friends. Christmas came and went, people showering them with gifts for the baby. Hermione and Ron began to decorate the spare bedroom as the baby's nursery. They didn't know whether they were having a boy or girl, but they managed to make the room look good anyway.
In late April, Hermione's belly was at it's biggest and she was nervously anticipating the baby's birth. The Ministry had given her two months off to have the baby and be there for him or her. She was washing dishes on the morning of April twenty-third, when she started to have contractions. "Oh!" cried Hermione, her hands instantly going to her belly. She headed to the phone and dialed her parents' number. "Mum! I'm going into labor!" Mrs. Granger assured her she would be there quickly, as she now had Floo powder to travel by, a gift from Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Hermione Disapparated quickly and found herself in the Weasleys' kitchen. "Molly!" (Mrs. Weasley had given her permission to call her by her first name) She looked up in surprise. "Hermione! What is it, dear." "The baby!" Mrs. Weasley nodded and took her by the arm. "I'll go see Ron, you get back to the house to wait for your mum." Hermione Disapparated and found herself in her bedroom, doubling over with contractions. Mrs. Granger hurried into the room, her face pale. "There you are! Lie down, lie down." She got her daughter into bed, just as Mrs. Weasley and Ron appeared in the doorway. "Hermione!" cried Ron, rushing to his wife's side. "Okay, we'll need towels, warm water, and blankets." Ron nodded wordlessly and hurried off as Hermione gave a squeal of pain.
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
Ron entered the room again to find that Hermione was about to give birth. "Okay, Hermione, one big push shoulder do it," said Mrs. Weasley calmly. Hermione strained hard and gave a slight grunt. She flopped back down on the pillow when she heard the cry of a baby. "You have a little girl!" said Mrs. Weasley, beaming. She held up the baby for Hermione to see and tears flooded down her cheeks. "My little girl," whispered Ron, tears shining in his eyes. They cleaned her up and wrapped her in a pink blanket and set a pink and white knit hat on her head. The baby was put into Hermione's arm, Ron hovering over them, grinning. "What shall we name her, love?" Hermione smiled. "How about Darla? It means dear one. And Faye for her middle name." Ron smiled happily. "Darla Faye is perfect." Little Darla waved her arms at her parents and her face broke out into what was unmistakably a smile.
Hermione lay that night, unable to sleep. She climbed out of bed and headed into the nursery. Darla was awake and looked up at her mother with big brown eyes. She had a little bit of fuzzy auburn hair on her head. Darla cooed sweetly as Hermione picked her up. She was such a happy baby. "I'll sing you a song, my darling Darla. From a Muggle movie I saw."I hear the wind call your name, it calls me back home again. It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns, Oh it's to you I'll always return..." Darla looked up at Hermione with big eyes. "I love you, my precious daughter." She planted a kiss on Darla's forehead and sat down in her rocking chair, watching the sun slowly rise over the village of Hogsmeade.
Part Eight: Breathe
I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I've
Never been this swept away
Hermione woke the next morning, blinking in the sunlight that streamed through their open window. She watched quietly as Ron slept on, sunlight casting shadows over his face. Hermione climbed out of bed and hopped into the shower, the warm water soothing her body. She pulled on jeans and a tank top because the day was already warm. Hermione wandered downstairs to find Crookshanks curled up in an armchair, snoring. Pigwidgeon was on his perch, hooting happily at the sight of her. "Morning, Pig." The little owl twittered happily and landed on her shoulder. A loud purring came from near her ankles, as Crookshanks was rubbing himself against her. "Hold on Crookshanks, I'll feed you." She wandered into the kitchen and dug a can of cat food out of the cupboard. Hermione opened it and put it in Crookshanks's dish and he gobbled it greedily. She gave Pig an owl treat and he fluttered back to his perch with a grateful hoot.
Ron came sauntering into the kitchen, his hair messy but dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "Morning," he gave Hermione a kiss and sat down at the table, picking up a copy of the Daily Prophet. Hermione made tea and eggs, then sat down at the table to eat with Ron. "Hmm...nothing interesting..." he flipped through the paper quickly. "How about we work on the garden today, love?" said Ron, glancing at Hermione. She smiled happily. "Sure." They got up from the table and headed outside.
All my thoughts seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart
The rest of the summer faded away slowly. Hermione and Ron spent lazy days basking in sunlight while entertaining guests on their patio in the evenings. It was the end of August and reality hit: they both had to go to work the next day. Hermione sighed grumpily. She had been feeling a bit under the weather for the last week. "You all right?" said Ron curiously. "Fine." Ron pulled his wife onto the couch next to him. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I feel like crap, Ron." "Maybe you've got a cold," he offered. "Mmm, maybe." She kissed him quickly. "I'm going to go up to bed." She trudged out of the room, exhausted.
'Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
Ron had noticed Hermione getting colder and sicker over the next month. For the fourth morning in a row, she had gotten up in the early hours and ran into the bathroom. She padded back into the bedroom after a rather violent bought of sickness and lay back down. "Here, I'll give you a massage." Ron began to massage Hermione's shoulder. She snuggled closer to him, trying to keep her sickness out of her mind. "Uh oh!" Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth and flew into the bathroom again.
Ron wrote to Mrs. Weasley who showed up that night to examen Hermione. "Morning sickness? Grumpiness?" she questioned Hermione while Ron waited in the living room. "Hermione, have you had your period?" Hermione looked stunned. "No, I haven't." Mrs. Weasley gasped, tears forming in her eyes. "You're pregnant, dear! I'd say about two months along." Hermione gaped at her. "No way!" Mrs. Weasley nodded excitedly. Hermione beamed. "Wow!" Mrs. Weasley bustled to the door. "RON!" Ron came scampering in. "What?!" he looked worried. "I'm pregnant!" said Hermione, still in awe. "Oh my God..." whispered Ron with as much awe as his wife. They hugged tightly, looking ecstatic. "I'll leave you two alone." Mrs. Weasley kissed her son and daughter-in-law, then Disapparated.
In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
I'm closer than I've ever felt before
And I know
And you know
There's no need for words right now
The next few months were hell for Ron. Hermione became so grumpy and sick that he almost couldn't handle it. She spent her days working hard at the Ministry. Nobody bothered her unless they wanted their head bitten off. The rest of her time was spent sewing and knitting baby clothes. One snowy December night, a week before Christmas, Hermione was found curled on the couch peaceful, knitting and watching the Muggle news. "Er...Hermione?" Her eyes landed on Ron, who stood nervously in the doorway. She smiled and gestured for him to join her on the couch. Ron smiled, relieved. He sat down next to her and she curled up in his arms silently. "Ron? I'm really sorry I've been er...bitter." Ron smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "It's okay, love. I can't wait until this baby is born." He set his hand's on Hermione's growing belly. "Only five months..." she said with a sigh.
'Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
Ron's love for Hermione was unconditional. Hermione had slowly gotten kinder and less snappy, so it made things more enjoyable for Ron, their family, and friends. Christmas came and went, people showering them with gifts for the baby. Hermione and Ron began to decorate the spare bedroom as the baby's nursery. They didn't know whether they were having a boy or girl, but they managed to make the room look good anyway.
In late April, Hermione's belly was at it's biggest and she was nervously anticipating the baby's birth. The Ministry had given her two months off to have the baby and be there for him or her. She was washing dishes on the morning of April twenty-third, when she started to have contractions. "Oh!" cried Hermione, her hands instantly going to her belly. She headed to the phone and dialed her parents' number. "Mum! I'm going into labor!" Mrs. Granger assured her she would be there quickly, as she now had Floo powder to travel by, a gift from Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Hermione Disapparated quickly and found herself in the Weasleys' kitchen. "Molly!" (Mrs. Weasley had given her permission to call her by her first name) She looked up in surprise. "Hermione! What is it, dear." "The baby!" Mrs. Weasley nodded and took her by the arm. "I'll go see Ron, you get back to the house to wait for your mum." Hermione Disapparated and found herself in her bedroom, doubling over with contractions. Mrs. Granger hurried into the room, her face pale. "There you are! Lie down, lie down." She got her daughter into bed, just as Mrs. Weasley and Ron appeared in the doorway. "Hermione!" cried Ron, rushing to his wife's side. "Okay, we'll need towels, warm water, and blankets." Ron nodded wordlessly and hurried off as Hermione gave a squeal of pain.
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
Ron entered the room again to find that Hermione was about to give birth. "Okay, Hermione, one big push shoulder do it," said Mrs. Weasley calmly. Hermione strained hard and gave a slight grunt. She flopped back down on the pillow when she heard the cry of a baby. "You have a little girl!" said Mrs. Weasley, beaming. She held up the baby for Hermione to see and tears flooded down her cheeks. "My little girl," whispered Ron, tears shining in his eyes. They cleaned her up and wrapped her in a pink blanket and set a pink and white knit hat on her head. The baby was put into Hermione's arm, Ron hovering over them, grinning. "What shall we name her, love?" Hermione smiled. "How about Darla? It means dear one. And Faye for her middle name." Ron smiled happily. "Darla Faye is perfect." Little Darla waved her arms at her parents and her face broke out into what was unmistakably a smile.
Hermione lay that night, unable to sleep. She climbed out of bed and headed into the nursery. Darla was awake and looked up at her mother with big brown eyes. She had a little bit of fuzzy auburn hair on her head. Darla cooed sweetly as Hermione picked her up. She was such a happy baby. "I'll sing you a song, my darling Darla. From a Muggle movie I saw."I hear the wind call your name, it calls me back home again. It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns, Oh it's to you I'll always return..." Darla looked up at Hermione with big eyes. "I love you, my precious daughter." She planted a kiss on Darla's forehead and sat down in her rocking chair, watching the sun slowly rise over the village of Hogsmeade.