First Time
Author's Note: Originally published on March 10, 2009
Ron Weasley was wearing a hole in the floor as he paced back and forth, hands continually running through his dishevelled hair. His quiet mutterings were interrupted by an amused Harry, who was fully aware of his best friend's predicament.
"Relax mate, compared to what we've been through, this'll be a picnic. It's a special moment for the two of you, so just enjoy it."
Ron paused and glared. "Easy for you to say, you've already done it. Twice."
"And it was much less stressful the second time around, since I was a bit more relaxed. I'm sure your second time will be much better."
Ron's eyes widened as he gaped wordlessly, doing a surprisingly accurate impression of a fish out of water. "Second time? Blimey Harry, just let me get through this once."
"Look Ron, Hermione is upstairs in your bed. Don't you think she's been waiting long enough? She needs you."
"I know she does. You know how much I love her, but what if I'm terrible at it..." He trailed off as his arms fell limply by his sides.
Harry gave him a pitying look. "I was scared and nervous the first time too, but Ginny made everything better. She helped me calm down and told me what to do. Just get up there now or you'll regret it."
Ron nodded and steeled himself, then turned and ran up the stairs. Almost immediately, Harry could hear moans and screams coming from the bedroom. An hour later, the air was punctuated with a loud sharp wail.
Ron came running down the stairs, red-faced and sweaty, looking extremely happy and proud.
"It's a girl."