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"Agh!" I screamed in agony as another brutal contraction washed over me. It had been six hours since my water broke, and I was situated in a private area of the Hospital Wing. Severus, Harry, Ron and Ginny were waiting outside, while Madam Pomfrey and a Medi-witch attended to me. I clung to my sweat-soaked sheets as Madam Pomfrey performed yet another pain-relieving spell on me. "Why aren't the damned spells working?"

"Most spells aren't designed for natural pain, like childbirth," the Medi-witch replied. "All we can do is take the edge off of it. We can perform a speed charm, if you want your labour to end soon, though."

I glared at the know-it-all. Fat bitch. Did she really need to ask. "Yes I want the bloody charm? If you had ever done this you would know!" I yelled waving a hand over my body, then gritting my teeth against what felt like my uterus being ripped apart.

Quick break to Sev's POV

Oh Merlin. I can hear her screaming, and there is nothing I can do for her. I went through my life, wondering when I had ever felt so helpless and so angry at myself. The only other memory that my brain conjured up was when I had dumped Hermione, which was just over a year ago. Yet I could not really say I felt regret this time, as instead of doing what felt like ending my life, we were creating two new ones.

Two thirds of the Golden Trio (as I still dubbed them in my head) and the youngest Weasley were sitting on beds in the main part of the Hospital Wing, waiting anxiously for any news of how things were going. I could see Potter tense with each pain-filled noise Hermione made, and Weasley was gripping a bedsheet like a wand. Miss Weasley (or Mrs Longbottom, I supposed) kept shooting nervous glances from the sectioned-off area, to the boys to me. She was four months pregnant or so, no doubt this would stop her from having any children at all.

I nearly laughed, as I heard Hermione berating Madam Pomfrey and the Medi-witch. She sounded so bossy and Hermione-like that the situation was almost comical, until I heard someone yell 'Push!' and another scream ripped itself from Hermione's throat. That brought my heart leaping into my throat, as all of those books taught me that pushing was followed by a baby.

Back to Hermione

Madam Pomfrey was stationed at my head chanting manaically "Push! Push! Push! Push!" while the other excuse for a nurse was stationed between my legs going "No Hermione, harder!" And damn it I was giving it everything I had, I had no energy left until finally Idiot Nurse shrieked "A head!" I briefly glanced at the clock -- about time there was a head, I had been pushing for forty five minutes! Finally I felt like I had passed a football through me and the nurse yelled, "A boy!" As wonderful as that news was, I knew there was still one baby left, so I took a deep breath. Our daughter only took a few seconds to follow her brother. And that was it, Severus and I were now the proud new parents of a baby boy and a baby girl.

Madam Pomfrey whisked the babies away to be cleaned up and checked over, since they were a little early, even for twins. The horrid nurse, who I discovered was not so horrid, ushered Severus and my friends in to see me. They seemed wary of me, and I wondered why. "It's a boy and a girl," I smiled. I could not believe that over seven hours of pure, unadulterated pain had produced to wonderful babies.

"Congratulations Mione," my friends chorused, and quickly shuffled out to give Severus and I some privacy.

I let a few tears of joy slip out as I told him all about it. "And I am never ever going to go through that again Severus. For you the equivalent would be some one trying to rip your balls off with a pair of tongs and some nails. But this feeling...this indescribably wonderful and shocking feeling is the best I've ever felt."

"You don't have have children ever again if you don't want to Hermione. I can not wait to see them," and as soon as Severus finished his sentence, Madam Pomfrey swooped in with two tiny bundles in her arms. She handed one to Severus and one to me. "Your boy, Severus, and your daughter Hermione," and then she left.

I stared at the little girl in awe. She was sleeping, and she had the lightest dusting of chocolate brown hair, much like mine, on her head. I rocked her gently, and pressed a kiss to her tiny forehead. Severus sat beside us on the bed with our son (our son) and kissed me on the cheek. I watched Severus literally gape at his son, and I saw the uncanny resemblance. I looked at the baby, and saw that he was completely bald with dark, deep eyes. I had the sneaking suspicion that his head would be filled with jet black hair, not unlike his father's, but I kept that guess to myself. Slowly, his eyelids drooped and the baby was asleep in Severus's arms. I whispered, "Aren't they perfect?"

He smiled warmly, and replied, "I never thought I would see something so amazing Hermione. For once I am speechless."

"What about their names?"

"I rest adamant with Pheredin, but I will take what I can get. Not Brandon though, his initials would be BS," Severus smirked at that idea.

"Patrick, then and...Olivia. Patrick Pheredin and Olivia Sky," I almost giggled at that idea.

"Sounds lovely, I'll go tell everyone." He dropped a quick kiss on my head. Did he know I said Patrick Pheredin Olivia Sky? HAving children really does strange and wonderful things to people.