A/N: I do not own Harry Potter
Word Count: 320
"Thank you all for coming," Neville commented, looking over the crowd. Everyone watched him, waiting for what he had to tell. Gran leaned forward on her cane. Harry and Ron rose to their feet. Everyone that knew Hermione or Neville appeared to have come for them. Neville moved back letting them enter the room. Hermione moved a bit, looking at everyone. Once everyone had entered the medical room, Hermione nodded to Neville. The wedding band on her finger glittered. The one Neville wore matched.
"Well?" Madame Longbottom inquired. Everyone looked to the tiny bundle Hermione held. Hermione gently moved the blanket to reveal the face of the newborn child.
"Hermione and I are glad to announce the birth of our daughter, Alice Minerva Longbottom," Neville announced to everyone gathered in the room. One by one, they walked over and cooed over the child.
"Adorable."
"A little darling."
Hermione heard every word, her face revealing her how happy, and exhausting the day had been.
"Could have been mine," Ron muttered. Hermione ignored him. He had had a chance, he'd done something idiotic and ruined it. Neville continued to be there for her, continued to love her no matter what. Hermione didn't care what Ron thought. He didn't matter to her anymore. Neville heard Ron and glared at him.
"Alright, everyone. Thank you for coming. Hermione and I would like a bit of time alone with our daughter."
People nodded and filed out of the room. Hermione turned to Neville.
"Thank you."
"I heard him too, Hermione. He..."
"Forget about him, Neville. I love you and I love our little girl, our perfect little Alice."
"I love you too, Hermione and our little Alice. I think, maybe we could take her to meet my mum and dad tomorrow?"
"That would be perfect. I am certain they will love their granddaughter," Hermione agreed. Alice yawned again, burrowed to Hermione, and took a nap.