Hey there, this is S.C. Hardy…long time no see
=) My obsession with Harry Potter has come to this…my own little ficcy of
my favorite couple: Ron and Hermione. They're just perfect, perfect
perfect perfect. Hehe. Anyway, this is just the prologue to a 'next
generation' sorta story. It was just something I had to write. So sue me!
No, don't really sue me, because I don't own any of the original
Harry Potter characters, just their offspring (and probably not even that).
Enjoy! Until then…
~~S. C. Hardy
Weasley's The Name- PrologueHermione woke up with a start, sitting straight up in her bed. She felt the vomit coming up her throat and she ran towards the bathroom, knocking over the coat hanger as she did.
She didn't bother to shut the door; no one was home in her two-story house. Ron was away for two weeks because of a "special assignment" in America. It was wonderful that the Ministry was giving him such important missions, but…Hermione wanted to see him again, her other half was missing. Especially now that she has a stomach virus and needs him to smile at her and make the pain go away…
She slumped to the floor beside the toilet. It was about midnight and this was the fifth time in the past week that she had vomited for no apparent reason. Food poisoning? Nah, what had she eaten that could do that? She smirked and flipped the toilet seat down. Then she leaned her elbow on top of it and thought. I'm not going to work tomorrow, I'm going to the doctor. She pushed her hair behind her ear and stood up, noticing that it pained her to do so. What's wrong with me?
New York City, New York (five hours behind)
"It was no problem, I'm glad I could help." Ron said as he closed the door to his hotel room. "Phew…" He sighed. "Being a Muggle is hard work!"
In his room were all the things he had needed for his assignment (he can't say what it is, top secret, you know). But all he could say is that he has to act like a Muggle until he steps foot into his house.
Ron sat down on his bed, ready to take a nap. All he wanted to do was get on his cell phone and call his wife, but he didn't want to fall asleep on the phone. She had been sick when he left, and during the whole time he was worried about her.
After taking about an hour for his nap, Ron rubbed his eyes while picked up the phone and dialed his home phone number.
Ring…ring…ring…ring…
"He-hello?" A groggy voice answered. Ron slapped himself on his forehead. He had forgotten they were in different time zones.
"Hey sweetie…" He whispered. "It's me, your run away husband."
Hermione's eyes shot open and she sat up, smiling. "Ron?! Oh, I'm so happy you called!" He chuckled and rolled onto his back.
"I've wanted to call you all day…are you okay? How's your stomach?" Hermione bit her lip.
"Uh, I don't know. I think it's just a virus, I'm going to the doctor tomorrow." Ron nodded, but didn't fully believe her.
"You better be alright, I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you weren't." Hermione smiled and twirled the cord around her finger.
"I'm fine…okay?" Ron still had his doubts, but he nodded and sighed.
"I'll let you get your sleep, okay? I just wanted to make sure my girl was alright." Hermione sighed happily.
"I'm fine. Hey! I got your flowers!" She giggled. "They're beautiful!" Ron laughed and blushed.
"All for you, you sexy thing." Hermione blushed and let out a breath.
"Thanks, I guess" And they both laughed. "…When are you coming back?" She asked. Ron sat up grinned.
"Tomorrow I have one last meeting at noon, and then I'm off to the airport and on a plane to see my girl. They won't even let me apparate! Can you believe that?" Hermione giggled again.
"It's okay! So, goodnight sweetie, I'll see you tomorrow." She turned her voice into a whisper. Ron closed his eyes and sighed softly.
"Sweet dreams…I love you…"
"I love you too…goodnight…"
The next day, Hermione did go to the doctor and he had taken blood samples and given her a routine checkup. So now, she sat on his cold board, swinging her feet back and forth waiting for him to come back.
She looked at all his certificates hanging on the wall, and smiled when she saw the signed and framed autographed picture of Harry. He was always a big hit at the office; children and adults would swarm him asking for autographs.
The door slowly opened and in popped Dr. O'Neill. He smiled that silly smile the young doctor always had on, and tapped the check board he held in his hands. Hermione tilted her head and grinned,
"So, what's up doc?" She giggled and pushed some hair behind her ear. Dr. O'Neill smiled again and sat next to her on the board.
"Well Mrs. Granger-Weasley, I have some good news and some bad news." Hermione's face slumped.
"Tell me the bad news first." He shrugged and sighed,
"Well, you should be gaining a lot of weight soon." Hermione raised an eyebrow, totally confused.
"Now why would I want to do that?" She asked, placing her right hand on her hip. Again, the doctor shrugged.
"First, ask for the good news." Hermione didn't completely understand him, but she nodded.
"Uh…okay, what's the good news?" Dr. O'Neill's face brightened.
"Congratulations! You and Ron are going to be parents!" Hermione's eyes widened to about ten times their normal size, and she began to laugh and cry at the same time.
Hermione raced home and swung her front door open. She closed it and hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. She jumped on her bed and picked up the phone, ready to dial her parents' phone number.
"Wait." She said to herself. Should she call Ron? She bit her lip and hung up the phone. "He'll be home later today, I'll tell him first, tonight."
Ron tapped his fingers roughly on the pull out desk from the seat in front of him. His plane had been circling the airport for about an hour now, because of the traffic on the runways. He looked at his watch and sighed, frustrated. He was already an hour past schedule, he was supposed to be home by now. Ron had the feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was happening at home, and he needed to desperately be there.
Hermione sighed and leaned her head into her hand. The dinner table had been set with candles and a great chicken dinner…that was now cold. She had planned everything perfectly, set to the time he was supposed to arrive. She stood up and sulked over to the living room, lying on the couch using her hands as pillows.
He slammed his door and ran up the path that lead to his house. Three and a half hours late! He jingled his keys and placed the correct one in the lock. Turning the knob and pushing the door open, he quietly entered his house.
The lights were out, except for the main one in the kitchen. Ron flung out his wand, and his bags disappeared to the bedroom. He then noticed that Hermione was sleeping quietly on the couch. He smiled at how angelic his wife looked, and he crept over to her, trying not to wake her, but he did.
Hermione opened her eyes slightly and a fuzzy figure stood in front of her. She gasped and stood up, only to have the figure's hands be put on her shoulders, and have her realize that it was Ron.
"You scared me!" She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He took in a deep breath and smelled her hair, sitting down beside her.
"I'm sorry. My plane was circling for so long! And then they lost some of my luggage! I don't know how Muggles can take that, it's so frustrating!" Hermione nodded and just held him close. "You're tired." He said, "Let's go to sleep." She bit her lip,
"Wait…there's something I have to tell you." Ron released his grip around her waist, and looked his wife straight in the eyes. She looked excited and he had absolutely no idea why.
"What? What happened?" He asked nervously. Hermione took both of his hands in hers and squeezed them,
"You know that thing we have been trying to do for the past three years?" Ron's mind raced as he thought of what she was talking about. Hermione sighed as she thought of another hint; he wasn't getting it. They had been trying to have a baby since they got married, but something just wasn't working. "Um, how about…hey, remember what I said about Percy's son? Gabriel?" Again, Ron thought, and something clicked.
"Oh yeah! How you wanted our baby to be just like him…" Ron paused, and then looked at his wife carefully. "…Go on…" Hermione smiled again,
"Well…we'll find out how much our baby will be like him in eight months!!" Ron's eyes widened and he laughed full heartedly.
"OH MY GOD!" He shouted, and he hugged his wife tightly, and then let go quickly, checking out her stomach. "Oops, I hope that didn't hurt, I'm sorry, it was the rush of the moment." Hermione giggled and hugged him around the neck.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt…uh...it." They laughed and sat on the couch in each other's arms.
~*Eight Months Later*~
"I'm fat." Hermione said softly, cracking a small smile. She stood in front of the mirror in her best friend's living room and was examining her huge stomach. Her large blue dress reminded her of a sail on a boat, and she just wanted to cry. Ginny (who's house they were in) sighed and stood next to her, looking in the mirror. It was Saturday, and the young woman was still in her pink pajamas.
Hermione stayed at Harry and Ginny's house while Ron was at work, incase she went into labor while he was away. The two were very happy to be of so much help, and they couldn't wait for the baby to come.
"You're nine months pregnant, what the hell do u expect?" Ginny exclaimed. Hermione giggled and rubbed her stomach.
"I've forgotten what it was to be thin." She looked at her friend. "Tell me about it? Please?" She asked with her eyes pleading. Ginny just laughed and pushed Hermione's head slightly.
"You're nuts, you know that?" Ginny giggled. Hermione laughed, and followed her friend into the kitchen. There, Harry was making some sort of cake.
"Mmm…" Hermione said, smelling the air. "What is that I smell?" She said peering into the oven. Harry laughed and pushed Hermione's hand away with a spatula (it was reaching for the oven's handle).
"That's a cake for my class, no touchy." Hermione frowned and sat on one of the high stools next to the counter.
Ginny rolled her eyes and hugged her husband from the back around his waist. Harry was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, and his class had taken some, er, "blackmail worthy" pictures of him. So, for some odd reason, to get the pictures, they asked him to make them three-layer "Muggle" cake. His class of sixth years was odd.
"Whatever." Hermione sighed. Ginny let go of Harry and sat on another stool, tapping her fingers.
"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed. "What are some of the names for the baby?" Hermione rolled her eyes and patted her stomach.
"I've told you them a million times!" Ginny shrugged and Harry came from behind her,
"So? We want to hear them again, we're gonna be its godparents!"
"I can't believe you didn't get a sonogram! I bought all these little skirts, it better be a girl!" Ginny pouted. "I want it to be a girl so I can play dolls with her!" Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry sighed and smacked the spatula on the table.
"'Mione! Hurry up and tell us names!" Hermione raised her hands in defense.
"Okay! Sheesh!" She thought for a moment. "Well, Ron didn't want his son to be named after him, so we decided on Anthony or Jacob. We couldn't decide between them."
"What about a girl?" Ginny asked, playing with her fingernails.
"Ah, I love the name Emily." Ginny cooed at the name and Harry rolled his eyes.
Hermione nodded happily, and then groaned, for her stomach had started to throb.
"Oh, ow…" She whispered, grabbing her stomach and bending over. Ginny and Harry gasped and stood up to help their friend.
"Uh, 'Mione? You just wet yourself." Harry said. Ginny slapped her husband in the back of the head.
"NO! Her water just broke!!" Harry gasped and covered his mouth.
"Oh geez! Oh geez!." He kept repeating. Hermione just groaned; the pain was tremendous.
"Don't worry 'Mione, we'll get you to the hospital." Ginny said, as calmly as she could.
"And I'll get Ron, oh…where are my keys?" Harry said, taking Hermione's hand in hers. Hermione screamed out in pain,
"APPARATE YOU IDIOT! AHHH!!!"
Thud thud thud thud thud…
Ron jumped up from his seat in his office and ran out the door. He saw his best friend sitting on the bottom of the staircase.
"Harry?" Ron said, picking his friend up off the floor. Harry shook his head and pushed his glasses up his nose
"Ron! Hermione's water just broke, Ginny's taking her to the hospital n-n-now! She's gonna drive her, cause you know, the doctors said not to apparate while pregnant, you know you know you know?!" He babbled, clearly in some sort of daze. Ron stood in shock.
He was in his office, which was twenty minutes away from where his wife was, and ten away from the hospital. He ran back to his office and got his jacket, with Harry right behind him. The two then apparated to the hospital, on a cold December day.
Ron and Harry had been in the hospital a full fifteen minutes when Ginny and Hermione wobbled in. The grimace on Hermione's face could've killed Ron, for it looked like she was in agonizing pain. Ginny looked up and spotted Ron and her eyes widened.
"Would it kill you to help?!" She exclaimed. Ron snapped out of his trance and ran over to them, putting Hermione's arm around his shoulder.
"Don't worry babe, I'm here." Hermione looked at him angrily.
"Where were you?!" She almost screeched. Ron was alarmed at the sudden out burst, but Ginny shook her head in the background.
"It's the pain talkin'. She called me f*ckin' w*ore in the car!" Ron's eyes widened and he laughed nervously.
"Could we get a doctor please?!" Hermione yelled, grabbing onto Ron's shoulder and squeezing very hard.
"Ow, oh honey," He said, trying to pull her nails out of his shoulder. "There's a, ow, nurse coming right now! Owwww!" A nurse wheeled up a wheel chair and Hermione sat into it roughly.
"Whoa," the nurse said, as she started to wheel her off. "This baby's coming out now!" As they started to move, Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and held it tightly.
"Don't leave me, don't let go." She said through the tears that were falling down her cheeks. Ron nodded and quickened his pace so that he would be by her side.
"I will never let you go."
~*~Three Hours Later*~
Ginny, Harry, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger and all of their wives were sitting in the waiting room. It was very crowded in the small room. The children were left in the day care, even though some were old enough to stay home by themselves.
"Didn't they say that the baby was coming out as soon as we got here?" Harry wondered out loud, causing everyone in the room to worry.
"Damn, that baby must know how ugly his father is." Fred said, snickering. His wife nudged him as George continued,
"Yeah, it's too scared to come out!" The group laughed as the white door opened and revealed Ron, in full doctor's attire.
"They're here!" He exclaimed. The group stood up and applauded, and then Ginny yelled,
"WAIT!" The group grew silent. "They?" Everyone turned towards Ron, and he smiled brightly.
"Well, since she didn't have a sonogram done, we didn't know what to expect…and out came two beautiful baby boys! Anthony Remus and Jacob Arthur!" Again, the group cheered and hugged each other and the brand new father.
Hermione sat on the bed holding her son, Anthony who had very little red hair. Ron was walking around the room with Michael, making silly faces. Michael had a lot of red curly hair and was wide-awake, while Anthony was fast asleep.
"It was all worth it, all the pain and time put into these two." They laughed and Ron sat on the bed with her.
"It's going to be a lot of fun." He said softly, knocking heads with the proud mother of his children. She nodded and sighed softly.
"Now, we need to do this again, so Ginny won't have to return those skirts." Hermione giggled. Ron smiled brightly and kissed her softly, in their quiet room.
Of course, it wouldn't be quiet for long. There was a soft knock on the door, and before either of them could answer, it swung open, and a sea of friends swarmed in.
All the women rushed up to the side that was free next to Hermione, their eyes on the bundle in her arms. Hermione nervously placed Anthony in Molly's arms, and watched as tears streaked down her mother-in-law's cheeks. Molly then passed Anthony to Mrs. Granger, and she too cried.
"He's absolutely precious!" She exclaimed, waking up the sleeping baby. He stared up at her with wide eyes, and then just yawned, leaning into his grandmother.
Ron stood up with Jacob, showing him off to his brothers, father, and Harry. The baby stared up at all of the men.
"Well, no fear, he doesn't look like Ron." Charlie laughed, taking the baby out of Ron's arms. They all laughed as Arthur Weasley placed an arm around his youngest son, giving him a strong sideways hug.
Ron looked down at his father (because he was a good five inches taller than him) and smiled. "They're your cutest grandchildren, right?" He joked, avoiding swats from his brothers.
Arthur laughed and just smiled brightly, never getting tired of the excitement of a new grandchild.
"I can't wait for these little critters to get home," Fred said, taking Jacob carefully. "My two are going to have a field day." Ron's eyes widened and shook his head.
"They better not!" He exclaimed. The room roared with laughter and everyone took turns holding the twins.
Epilogue- Three Years Later
"Happy Birthday to you!" They sang, as the twins tried to blow out their candles. Everyone was in the living room of the Burrow, as the twins celebrated their third birthday.
Anthony blew softly as Jacob basically spit all over everyone in the room. Hermione picked up the little spitball and blew out the candles herself. Ron took Anthony and hugged him tightly.
"Presents!" Little Fred said. He was George's oldest son at the age of five. Little George, Fred's oldest son, nodded his head vigorously, picking up a present that seemed to be…
"Is that moving?" Katie asked. She was Fred's wife and she frowned as she took the present away from her son. He pouted and reached for the box, but Katie kept it away.
"Awww…come on Aunt Katie, it's from both of us!" Little Fred exclaimed, coming over to his cousin and aunt. She shook her head, and grabbed her husband's arm as they went off to examine the present. Little Fred and George followed, complaining.
The family laughed, and Hermione and Ron allowed the twins to open their presents, as long as they didn't move.
Anthony and Jacob received a wide variety of gifts. From Hermione's parents, they received "My First Tooth Brush Set" (which was quickly dropped to the floor by Jacob) and from Ron's parents, they got a set of mini brooms that floated just a foot over the ground.
"Aw Mum!" Ron exclaimed, checking out the brooms. "These are awesome, you never got us anything like this!" Molly laughed, smacking her son on the back.
"And risk Fred and George knocking you off? You must be mad!" The room laughed again.
Hermione and Ron put the twins down so they could run off and play with their cousins. Jacob's curly hair was incredibly unruly, no matter how hard Hermione tried. He had the personality of his twin uncles, and his parents could not wait for the day when Hogwarts received news of another set of Weasley twins.
Anthony, on the other hand, was very quiet, normally just being dragged around by his brother. His red hair was fair like Ron's, and his eyes were always wide with wonder. He loved reading with his mother, and Ron feared that he was going to be a huge bookworm like Hermione.
"Don't run!" Hermione shouted, watching as they raced towards the back door. Anthony immediately slowed his pace, but Jacob didn't even bother to look back.
"Oh, calm down 'Mione, they're just playing with their cousins…" Ron's voice trailed off and he quickly grabbed his wife's wrist. "Come on, let's go watch them."
Outside, the picnic table was covered with plates and party hats. Balloons and bubbles floated freely around the yard, and sparks popped in the air around the children.
Michael and Jason, Charlie's sons, rode high above their cousins, on their rusty Firebolts. Michael was a third year, and Jason was a second year at Hogwarts, both in Gryffindor. From their brooms, they were throwing Chocolate Frogs, causing the little girls to scream.
Juliet, Bill's only child, had a Chocolate Frog land on top of her head, and she screamed with terror. She too was in Gryffindor, a fourth year. Little Fred and George both laughed hysterically, until one of the frogs jumped on Fred's back, and he too began to scream.
Percy's son, Gabriel, was shrieking orders at Michael and Jason, pointing a very stiff finger at them. All it got him was a Chocolate Frog on the forehead. The second year Gryffindor was not happy. His little sister, Mary, laughed hysterically, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind. In two years, she too would be at Hogwarts. Gabriel sent her an evil stare, but then he laughed too.
"Stop doing that!" Charlie yelled at his sons. "Come on you two, you're old enough to know not to do that!" The two boys groaned and landed near their father, who just rolled his eyes.
Fred and George laughed hysterically at the antics of their nephews, and applauded. George's wife, Alicia, rolled her eyes as she finished tying her daughter's long blonde hair into a high ponytail. Annie Weasley, who was four, smiled at her mother, and then ran off, just to tackle her brother to the ground.
Brian Weasley, Little George's three-year old brother, saw what Annie had did between the loose strands of his long brown hair and he too tackled his older brother. The four laughed uncontrollably, lying on the ground and staining their jeans with grass.
Hermione and Ron sat on the bench, holding hands, as they watched the antics of their many nieces and nephews. Ginny and Harry were on the other side of the table, holding their first child, a year and a half old little girl. She had bright green eyes and very thick red hair.
"Hey there Lily!" Hermione exclaimed, waving at the little baby. Lily's eyes widened at the sound of her voice, and she smiled, causing everyone to "Aww…"
"Hey, where's Emily?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione and Ron. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Where do you think she is?" He said sarcastically. "With Mum, of course." As if on cue, Molly Weasley appeared in the doorway with a small pink bundle in her arms.
Hermione and Ron smiled brightly as she came over, leaning down so everyone could see the baby. She was only half a year old, but she was already very emotional. Emily loved her grandmother almost as much as her parents, and she loved when Molly held her. Which of course, caused Molly to spoil the little girl rotten.
"Here you go, Hermione." Molly said sweetly, placing her youngest grandchild into Hermione's arms. The proud mother smiled brightly, and held her daughter close.
"Hey Emily, how are you today?" Hermione said sweetly, looking into her daughter's hazel eyes. She had bright red hair like her brothers and most of her cousins, but it fell into thick curls on top of her head.
Ron looked over his wife's shoulder and began to make faces at his youngest. Emily did indicate that she noticed her father, because her eyes locked on him immediately. "Come here my little girl." Ron said, reaching around Hermione and taking Emily out of her arms.
He held her close, rocking her softly, and Emily reached up towards his face. Ron just smiled and continued staring at her. Hermione watched the two, and she absolutely adored the look of love that was pouring out of his eyes. She was sure that Emily was going to be 'daddy's little girl' and that Ron was going to be so in love with her that she was going to get away with anything.
Behind them, Anthony and Jacob snuck up to their mother, and then they began tickling her. Hermione squealed and turned around, snatching up her boys in one quick swoop. The two laughed hysterically as Hermione's fingers traveled all along their bodies, finding their worst tickle spots.
"How cute!" Ginny exclaimed. She nudged Harry in the side and looked at him. "Harry! Take a picture!"
Harry fumbled with the bag on the table until he found his camera. With out a warning, he snapped a picture of the family, and it flew out of the front immediately. The twins rubbed their eyes because of the flash, and Hermione caught the picture before it reached the table. The family waited for it to develop, and when it did, Ron and Hermione smiled brightly.
Hermione had her hands tickling Anthony's sides and the smile on his face reached his red ears. Jacob was standing on the bench behind her, ready to grab her shoulders, with a mischievous smile. Ron held Emily against his body with one arm, and with the other, he tickled Anthony's stomach.
"Wonderful picture Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, looking up at her friend. He smiled brightly and pushed his glasses up his nose.
"No problem, perfect picture for the perfect family." He said nicely. Ginny nodded at the three as Harry sat down.
"You guys are just too cute." She laughed, giving Lily to Harry.
Ron and Hermione just shook their heads.
"Nah, we're not perfect." Ron said, poking Emily's nose. "But we're perfectly fine with that."
The End. J