Hey, guys… well… here we are. This is chapter 46 and the only thing I can say is that I'm glad this is almost over. Writing the last couple of chapters has been dreadful because of the stress I've been under lately (with school and all). But I guess I'll miss writing about these amazing characters, so pretty soon you'll be reading more stories.
And let me tell you that a bastard, whose name I don't know, has broken into my email address and is using my MSN. So if you're interested in writing an email please send it to florenceweasleysnape@yahoo.co.uk. Thanks a bunch.
So here it is; chapter 46… ENJOY.
Chapter 46: The D day.
Life is all about ends, my friends, but life is also about beginnings, and in this case, I can only say that Hermione must have been glad that the horrible pains were about to finish for good.
Carrying Ron's twins had been nice at first, but now a 7 month pregnant Hermione Granger wasn't at all happy. In fact, she was praying for the babies to come out soon; she was praying for them to stop tormenting her with morning sicknesses, backaches and swallowed feet.
Nothing had changed so far, though.
But, that was normal, right? I mean… Hermione should have been worried if SOMETHING changed, but everything was alright; she had nothing to worry about.
That is, until that morning when she first felt that something was wrong. She did not have any specific symptoms to believe that twelve hours of labour were ahead, but something in her insides were telling her to be cautious and that was enough proof to convince her.
The only problem was that pregnant women cannot apparate after the 5th month and that the Floo Network was "momentarily unavailable", so pretty much which left her with only one option: SHOUT!
And then, as though hit in the head by a lightening, she remembered Pig.
'Come on, Pig… let's hurry,' She told the hyperactive old while holding her tummy in pain. The little bird was flying around her, making her even more nervous.
Looking for a quill and a small piece of parchment, she wrote:
Ron,
Nothing's wrong, do not panic, but I need to reach St. Mungo's as soon as possible; I am not feeling very well.
'Mione
Handing the letter to Pig, she opened the window for the owl to leave and as soon as she had done so, he was gone.
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Ron was hidden behind a pile of papers. Being an Auror with no Dark Wizards to catch was very dull indeed.
'Where to start?' He asked aloud, but everyone in the room seemed to be asking themselves that same question, so no one really answered.
He was really depressed. He would rather be with Hermione and the twins at the moment, spending quality time with his family than completing unnecessary forms.
And just when he thought life couldn't get messier, Pig entered the room.
'Oh my god,' Ron shouted after reading the letter, 'Hermione!'
'What's the matter with 'Mione, mate?' Jason, a fellow Auror, asked.
'I'm going to be a father,' Ron said, and before Jason could reply, he was gone.
He had apparated at the Burrow only to find a very nervous Hermione with her legs wide open on a chair.
'My water just broke,' She confessed.
'Oh,' was all Ron managed to muttered.
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'Ronald Weasley if you EVER touch me again…I swear to god..,' Hermione said between moans of pain.
She was being taken into the delivery room when Ron told her he loved her. Wizards weren't suppose to witness the process of a mother giving birth, so Ron wasn't able to follow her behind those white doors. He was quite distress about that.
But just when he thought things couldn't get any weirder, something proved him wrong. A very cold, very tiny, hand touched his shoulder gently. Could it be? After almost seven months of silence? Could that hand belong to Florence?
He turned around looking utterly scared about the prospect of facing his best friend. He had so many questions… so many things had been left unsaid.
'Hello, Ron,' She softly said, caressing his shoulder affectionately, 'How's Hermione doing?' She asked as if nothing had happened.
'She has been taken into the delivery room,' Ron confessed in a silky voice.
'She'll be fine, you don't need to worry…,' She calmed him down with words of comfort, '…I can't stay much,' She whispered.
'I know,' Ron sadly said, 'What are you doing here, anyway? …How could you know Hermione was going into labor? ' He started to asked, but she interrupted him immediately.
'Well…I charmed my quill to turn yellow, just to make sure I wouldn't miss it,' She said, and then noticing Ron's cheerless _expression, she added, 'I didn't mean for things to turn out this way, Ron… have you read my new book yet?' She asked with expectation in her eyes.
'Yes,' He said with a minuscule smile on his face. 'To my godson and my niece, who are not yet born, but they already have a piece of my soul.'
'At least you know I keep my promises,' She said with a wide grin, 'I love you guys so much.'
'Yes… you love us so much that you can't see us,' He brusquely snapped.
'That's not the way it is, Ronald!' She furiously shouted, 'You know how difficult it is for me to actually be away from you and the twins… and yet you fail to comprehend that I must.'
'Yes… George has been really happy since you left,' He sarcastically said.
'I can only hope that he's been happier than me,' She miserably confessed, taking Ron's hands in hers, 'I must go, Ron… George is on his way. I charmed his quill to turn yellow, too, some time ago and he won't take long.'
'You really keep your promises, Flor?' Ron asked, still not letting her hand free.
'Of course,' She simply replied staring intently at the clock handing from the wall.
'Then promise you'll be back before Hermione,' He begged her.
Florence couldn't say yes… she knew it was crazy to make a promise like that, but something in Ron's gaze told her he needed her there… and friend must support friends; it doesn't matter if the timing is convenient or not.
'I promise,' She said, looking straight into Ron's deep blue eyes. Ron nodded and freed her hand.
'See you in a while, Florence,' He said, waving his hand goodbye and with a loud pop!, she was out of there.
And just in time too, because seconds after, George, Ginny, Harry, Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Fred and Neville arrived, leaving no space to reflection.
