I have a snow day today! Yes! I can update and MAYBE finish the story today!

In this chapter, I'm gonna skip ahead after a while to make some time.

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The next day had been Saturday, and Hermione could think of nothing better to do than flip through the books her and Harry had gotten months before to search for names.

The discussion and arguments on names had been varied numerous times. Ron so very much wanted (and set his mind) on a girl, and would only pick girl names. Hermione, was just wondering either way and was picking both boy and girl names. And many times, for poor Harry, Hermione and Ron would drag him into their arguments and side- choosing.

Hermione had found a spot in the empty library and opened up one of her thick books and started on the first page, which was a list of all "A" names. She drew a piece of parchment and a quill and ink from her nearby bag and decided to make a list of all the names she'd like best. She had only written one name (which was a girl name, Adrianna), when Ginny walked in. "Hey," she said nonchalantly.

Hermione looked up and smiled at her. "Hey, Gin," she said.

"Whatcha doing?" Ginny asked, peering over at Hermione's book.

Hermione sighed. "Oh, just looking at some names," she looked at her piece of paper. "And writing down the best ones I like."

Ginny looked at Hermione's paper. "Well, that's a good start," she smirked.

Hermione swatted her gently. "Oh, you're bad. You're just like your brother."

Ginny smiled again, "Well, duh! Been raised by six brothers, what do expect?"

Hermione nodded. "True," she muttered, then returned back to her book and flipped a page which was a list of "B" names. She wrinkled her nose and then flipped back to the "A"'s.

"What do you think of Avalon?" Hermione asked Ginny.

Ginny wrikled her nose. "Kind of reminds me of a place with lots of unicorns and pink clouds," she said trying not to laugh.

But Hermione uttered a giggle. "Okay, then, scratch that! What about..." Hermione let her eyes wander. "...Andrea?"

Ginny shook her head. "No...I had bad past experiences with an Andrea when I was little."

Hermione nodded. "Okay, then...what about---"

"How about Aralynn?" a voice said behind Hermione.

Hermione jumped and turned around to see Ron. She smiled at him. "Oh you're bad," she told him as he took a seat next to her.

"I know," he told her smartly.

Hermione wrote "Aralynn" down on her paper. "Where's Harry?" she asked

"He's coming," Ron said, eyeing Ginny, just to see if she'd say or do anything. She didn't.

"Here," Hermione passed to book over to Ron. "Look."

Ron groaned. "Why do I have to read the incredibly big, thick, and LONG book?"

Hermione smiled and gave Ron a light kiss. "Because you love me."

"Ew," Ginny mumbled.

Ron and Hermione both looked at her and stifled laughs.

Ginny pulled out a book and barely read one line when Harry walked in and the book went away immediately.

Ron whispered in Hermione's ear, "She's nuts about him."

Hermione smiled. "Tell me about it," she mumbled, writing down another name.

Ron looked at it "Ashleigh?"

Hermione nodded. "Yeah, what's wrong with it?"

Ron shrugged. "Doesn't it sound a little old- fashioned?"

Hermione sighed and scribbled out the name.

Harry sat next to Ginny, across from Ron. "Fightin' already, are ya?"

Hermione just rolled her eyes and Ron nodded. "Hey, what about that one?" Ron pointed to the name "Abril".

Hermione nodded and wrote it down. "Cute. That could work."

Ginny spoke up, "When do you guys find out everything?"

Hermione put her quill dwon. "Well," she said, "I'm due the week before winter vacation, and I'll find out what I'm having later this afternoon," she said simply. "Oh, and Ron's all jumpy and nervous about it."

Ron's ears were pink. "Am not!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Liar. You were just telling me this morning how worried you are. If everything would be okay...yadda yadda..."

"I have a right to be worried!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "24/7, Ron?"

"Well...maybe not that much..."

Ginny just laughed. "That's Ron...the biggest family worrier."

"I am not."

"Ya are too," Ginny shot back.

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are NOT!"

"Guys!" Hermione shouted, covering her ears. "God, this is not what I want to hear right now!"

Both Ginny and Ron looked at Hermione, and Harry was looking at all three of them.

Hermione, grabbing her paper, quill and book, stared at all of them. "I'm going to bed," she said darkly, starting to stomp off.

"Hermione..."

Hermione whirled around to the sound of Ron's voice. "What?"

"'Mione, I know that you're um---stressed, but..."

Hermione threw everything in her hands on the floor deliberately, the ink bottle shattered on the floor. She pointed her finger directly into Ron's face and yelled, "I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF EVERYONE FIGHTING, AND I'M SICK OF---"

Hermione stopped short when she felt Harry grab her gently by the shoulders. Ron grabbed Hermione's wrists. "Stop it! Stop it, 'Mione! Just calm down and breathe."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "I'm tired of yelling..."

Ron nodded. "I know...everything will be okay."

Hermione swallowed hard. "Promise?"

Ron hugged Hermione tightly. "I promise..."

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Hrmione was feeling as sick as she'd ever felt during her whole experience, and she figured that it was because she was nearly near her due date.

When her and Ron had went to St. Mungo's to find out the gender, they couldn't really tell, but they did know, however, that Hermione wasn't having just one baby, but two. Twins...and that made Ron go nuttier by the moment.

Hermione slipped on her black robe and met Ron and Harry down the stairs near the main hall with her bag. Today was the day when they had Potions class first thing in the morning, and Hermione wasn't looking foreward to it, which was unusual for her.

"Ready?" Ron asked her.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah."

"You feeling okay?"

Hermione nodded again. She was lying, though, of course, she was feeling really sick and slightly dizzy.

But she wouldn't tell either of them, for cautiousness of worry-modes and skipping a class that she didn't need to skip right now. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go," she mumbled, hoisting her bag higher on her shoulder.

When they got to the dungeon, Hermione took her spot near Harry and Ron, feeling hot and clammy. Pain seared through her head and lower side of her abdomen, but she didn't make a sound, in fear of drawing even more attention to herself.

Ron looked at Hermione just a little bit worried. Hermione was looking flushed and was gently rubbing the underside of her stomach.

"'Mione..." Ron whispered.

"Hmmmmm?" Hermione looked at him with a sick expression written all over her face.

"Are you okay?"

Hermione nodded awkwardly, and Ron didn't believe her. He went over to her and stood next to her. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital wing?"

Hermione put her hand on Ron's shoulder. "No---I'm- fine.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

Hermione nodded again. "I'm sure."

Ron took his place back by Harry, as to not cause any trouble. "What's wrong with her?"

Ron shrugged. "She won't say. I know that she's not feeling well, though."

The class started out as usual. The directions for making the certain potion that was intended for that day was on the board and everybody was getting busy and set to do it. Everyone but Hermione, that is.

"I already did that one," she said simply, trying to look better, but her face indicating sheer paleness.

"Do it again, Miss Granger, or serve a detention for the night," Snap told her.

Hermione shook her head and purposely threw her ingredients and cauldron on the floor. "I will not repeat a lesson again!"

Ron winced. "Hermione, please, you can't afford a detention!"

Hermione folded her arms across her chest, ignoring the other searing pain beneath her stomach.

'Very well, then. Detention tonight at seven," Snape said before turning away.

Ron felt his anger boil. "You can't give her a detention tonight! Not when she's so close!" he yelled.

"Then maybe you'd like to join her then, Mister Weasley, hm? You, too, Weasley. Same time."

Ron sat down and sighed. May as well have...he wasn't going to practically leave her alone anytime soon. Not when she was so close to her due date.

Hermione and Ron had returned to the classroom at exactly seven that night. hermione had ignored the searing pain that whole day, but now, it was getting worse. But, she wasn't going to tell anybody. It was nothing to be worried about at all.

She hoped.

Before her and Ron were about to serve their time, Snape told them, "I am unable to stay for the whole time of your detention. However, that doesn't mean I'm letting you two leave early. You will stay here until eight this evening. And there's no leaving. The doors will be locked shut."

Hermione and Ron nodded. They knew they couldn't get out if they tried.

They sat on oppostie sides of the room in silence, and when it was 7:15, Snape left, leaving the windows and doors bolted shut.

The only lights in the room was the full moon outside and the few lit candles in the room.

Hermione wiped her forehead on her sleeve, growing more and more hot. When she felt a tearing pain in the same spots, she couldn't hold it anymore. She screamed.

Ron, having beena sleep, woke up to the sound of Hermione's ear-splitting scream and ran over to her. "'Mione, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Hermione grabbed his shoulder tightly and shook her head, tears of pain running down her face. "I'm not fine, I'm not fine!" she screamed. "Something's wrong, Ron, it hurts!"

"Okay, okay...shhhh, where?"

Hermione pointed to a lower part of her stomach, then put both hands on Ron's shoulder and squeezed them.

"Ouch! Blimey..."

"I-- I need to lie down, Ron..." Hermione breathed.

"Okay, c'mere," Ron situated himself to where Hermione's head was on his lap. She gave out another peircing shriek, then felt warm liquid running down her leg.

"Ron..."

"Yes?" Ron asked, brushing away a few strands of her hair.

"My-- my water b--broke..."

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Woah boy. How's that for a cliffie?

JayJay!