Hilary and Aila

Hermione Granger screamed as loud as she could, as if it could take away her pain. The stabs of pain around her abdomen were like nothing anyone could describe and she was sure the pain could not be matched. Well if anyone is planning on doing the cruciatus curse on me I will be ready. She thought as another contraction began.

"Come on Hermione, you can do it!" Lena, the midwife yelled over Hermione's screams, "I can see the head!"

"Can't it just stay?" she wailed.

"On the count of three push hard." Lena said, "One…" Hermione braced herself and grabbed the hand of the tall young man standing next to her, "Two…" she held her breath, "Three!"

Hermione pushed with all her might. The room was filled with squeals and Lena was holding a small wrinkly and slimy looking baby. "It's a Girl!" Lena proclaimed happily.

"I like the name Aila." Said Ron, with tears in his eyes.

"Fine." Hermione grunted, and then she yelled, "But it still hurts!"

Lena handed the baby to Ron and poised herself in front of Hermione, "It appears you are having twins, my dear. So get ready, it may be a while, we will see."

"Two?" she hit her head against the pillow. "Kill me Ron." She groaned then readied herself for the pain. "Lets get this over with."

Lena smiled, the same huge smile that she gave in all circumstances. "That's the spirit, now you will nee dot push in three…two…one…Push!"

Hermione screamed and pushed as hard as she could, this baby was not taking two hours, like Aila. Hermione was determined. "It won't be long Hermione and it will be over." Said Ron.

"Oh shut up will you?" she yelled, "Why don't you take my place and force an infant from you abdomen and between your legs? It's not party! So shut up and let me do my business!"

"Do you really want Aila to hear this?" asked Ron covering his daughter's ears.

"Shut up Mr. Weasley." Said Lena, her smile gone. "Come on Hermione, push again, now." Hermione pushed, she closed her eyes as hard as she could and clenched her jaw. She thought about how much she hated Ron and pushed even harder. "Okay, just a little more Hermione and…" Hermione took a deep breath and gave one last heave, "She's out! Girl number two!"

"I'm naming this one." Said Hermione reaching out for her daughter, "And her mane will be Hilary Elyse. Hilary Elyse Granger. She told Lena, who was filling out the birth certificates.

Lena looked up. "It is common for the baby to take the father's last name." She looked at Ron, "Do you really think you should?"

"I don't want Hilary having any relation to filth like him." She said, glaring at Ron. "Insensitive, non committing, and disgusting men Like Ronald Weasley." Hermione held Hilary closer and looked down at her, "I want my perfect little daughter living away from," she glared at Ron again, "contaminants."

"And I don't want Aila to become a busybody, know it all either." Ron handed Aila to Lena and said "Clean my daughter please, when will she be ready to go home?"

"Well she needs to stay with her mother for at least a day and be breastfed, then two more days for me to check to see if there are any defects. Then I will need to teach you how to make a potion for her food as a replacement for breast milk, if you are going to keep this poor child away from her mother." Lena took Hilary and Aila to the back room to clean them."

Hermione sat herself up and glared at Ron. "I am her mother. I birthed her do I not get say in this?"

"I helped make her! Neither of them would be here if I wasn't there! It takes two to tango don't you think?" he yelled at her angrily. "Why did you ever become my girlfriend? You are too pigheaded and bossy!"

"Me?" she yelled, "Pigheaded? Not compared to you! You pig headed nobody! Without me you wouldn't even exist! You would have been killed by Voldemort's Death eaters if I wasn't there to save your neck!"

"Oh I would have been fine!"

She tried to stand but fell back because she was still weak from labor and very sore. "You would not. You were unconscious on the ground. And your wand was broken beyond repair!"

"Harry would have saved me!"

"Oh while he was busy killing Voldemort for good eh? He would not have had time to save your scrawny neck." She laid back. "Now leave me alone. I was able to endure pain unlike you, and now I must recover."

"Oh please." She scoffed, "That was nothing." He walked out of the room.

Hermione turned to see his tall figure exiting, slamming the door behind him. She thought she loved him. What had changed? She wiped away a tear and closed her eyes. She needed sleep. And she needed to forget her first love. But she knew she wouldn't. She still loved him. And what if he never came back?

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Hermione hobbled out of the apartment she used to share with Ron. She had her belongings levitated in front of her and Hilary in her arms. She looked at Aila for the last time in a long time. "I love you." She whispered to the child in Ron's arms.

"Leave her alone." She said coldly. He was obviously still recovering form the fight they had had earlier than morning. Hermione couldn't remember what it was about, but she remembered that it ended with her leaving the apartment and finding a new place to stay.

She had found a flat in Cambridge. She got a job as a witch weekly editor, and had mover her stuff into it and was now moving just a few more baby stuff. "Fine." She choked. "I hope I never see you again." She hissed and smiled once more at the baby before turning her back on Ron and Aila.

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Ron had immediately regretted forcing Hermione to leave. She hadn't told him her address and she hadn't even told him where she was going. But now she was gone. And he wasn't getting her back. Their fights were always about stupid things. How long someone was in the shower, whose turn it was to clean the dishes, who was going to change the babies' diapers. The biggest fight had been before she went into labor and Ron got drunk at the leaky cauldron and came home that way. She yelled at him for ten minutes before having to go lay down because she was feeling weak and needed rest.

Later that night she went into labor. She tried to go to the midwife's house before telling Ron but he woke up and followed her. He had to leave the room during her delivery often to puke and once had to leave to lay down because his head was hurting too bad. Hermione forced him to stay once saying that he needed to feel her pain. He just got mad and then they began to fight. It lasted until she went into real labor and the baby was almost born. He couldn't believe she was gone. How was she supposed to raise a baby without Hermione? Without help in general?

"I need mum." He said to Aila. Before carrying to sleeping babe to her crib she used to share with her twin sister.

The only agreement that they made was that they would never know the identity of their other parent or know that they had a twin. Him and Hermione would deal with the future when it came. No time before. Ron went to his room and shut the door before lying on the bed, covering his head and crying. He lost the only girl he ever loved. Why did things go wrong?

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So here's the beginning of my story! Good start? Well, that's how it begins, a bit traditional yeah, but why not let it begin that way? Review please! I will be forever grateful!