Chapter 7
Ron POV
4 hours into labor. Hermione is currently screaming at me.
"RONALD BILLIOUS WEASLEY! WHY ON EARTH OR IN BLOODY HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! AHHHH!" She screams as another contraction hits. I try to calm her down.
"Hermione, darling, remember that you wanted another child? You felt someone was missing? And it's not like this hasn't happened before. You got through it then, you will-"
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS! YOU IDIOT! YOU COMPLETE ARSE! YOU- ahh." Her screams turn into a sigh. The pain must have stopped. I sigh and lean over to kiss her. She slaps me. George begins to laugh.
"I personally love when your wife is pregnant. She treats you the way you deserve to be treated." Hermione laughs. Genuinely laughs. And then smacks him too. I begin to laugh too. And then George hits me! I can't win.
"George… STOP IT!" I scream. A healer runs in.
"Is everything okay?" She asks innocently enough. Hermione sits straight up in bed.
"Is everything alright? Does it look like everything is alright! My idiot husband got me knocked up- AGAIN and won't do anything to make me feel better. He and my stupid brother-in-law are smacking each other, and this baby just won't come out! IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT? NOOOOOO!" I look at the healer as my wife flops back on the bed, exhausted from her rant. I mouth an apology to her.
"Mrs. Weasley, I just came to tell you you have visitors." She stepped back to reveal my in-laws. Hermione burst into tears as her mother ran to hug her. Mr. Granger shook my hand.
"Ronald"
"Sir."
"Take care of my girl. We can't stay long- those wizard folk want us out. That brother of yours snuck us in. He said Hermione Jean needed us." Mr. Granger was interrupted by Hermione kicking her mother. Mrs. Granger screamed as Hermione apologized, blaming the pain. I saw George with the flying car outside Hermione's window. Hermione's parents did too and took this opportunity to leave, kissing her and telling her to call them as soon as the baby came. We nodded as they hurried. George had just flown away when the healer returned.
"Mr. Weasley, I'm afraid this may take longer than expected. I would try to get some rest if I were you." She said calmly. I looked up at her.
"Sleep? While my wife is in pain? I don't know if you know this, but we fought in the battle. Against Voldemort." It's so nice not to be afraid of a name. "She got hurt and I couldn't help her. I grabbed her hand and told her I would never let go. Well now I can, because I know I won't lose her. But there is no way I'm just sleeping while she can't!" I ended on a scream. Unintentionally. Hermione grabbed me and kissed me. The healer looked confused.
"It was just a suggestion sir. And thank you for fighting." Hermione smiles.
"You mean that Ron?" She asks, her usual sweetness coming through.
"Of course I mean it." I smile back. Her face changes as another contraction comes. The head healer in charge of childbirth comes in. He looks at her then delivers the bad news.
"You'll be here for a while still." Hermione promptly screams. This is going to be a long night.