Chapter 4: Oh, The pain of it all
"HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE HEARD OF PAINKILLERS?!" Yelled Abby, as she had another contraction.
"Easy Abby, just squeeze my hand when it hurts okay?" soothed Hermione.
"Hermione, I swear to god someone's going to get hurt if I don't get some freaking PAINKILLERS!" Said a very angry Abigail.
"Hey Ab?" asked Ron carefully.
"What Ron?"
"Did you know that in 5 minutes it'd be February 14th?"
"What's your point Ron?"
"Well, your kids are going to be born on Valentines Day!"
"And I'm all smiles, now Ron, if you want to say something really helpful, find the healer and tell him to give me something for this DAMN PAIN!!!"
"She doesn't mean to be this way, it's just the pain talking" whispered Hermione to a dejected looking Ron.
"I know," he said.
Finally the healer came in. "So how's my favourite patient?" He asked looking at Abigail.
She just looked at him and glared. "How am I doing? How am I doing? HOW IN GODS NAME DO YOU THINK I'M DOING? I swear to god if I don't get some pain killers soon that ugly tie will start choking you!"
The Healer just laughed at her. "Now, now Abigail. I've been told that you can start pushing now, so how about we do that, it'll make the pain go away," he told her with a smile. "Now, dad, how about you go by her side so she can squeeze your hand to know you support her?" he said looking at Ron.
"He's not the dad!" Hermione and Abby yelled while Ron shook his head.
"Oh, well then…" the healer said looking flustered.
"Ron, just get over here!" Abby said, glaring at him. He rushed over to her and she took his hand. Once another contraction hit, she squeezed his hand as he whimpered and the healer told her to push.
Abby had never felt so much pain in her life! And Ron didn't know that a girl could cause that much pain. Four hours later, Abby was holding two baby girls.
"What are you going to name them?" whispered Hermione as she looked at the sleeping infants.
"I was thinking Lily for one, after Harry's mom and well, Hermione I was wondering if I could name the other after you, since you've been there the whole time for me." Abby asked sheepishly.
"Of coarse you can! I'm honoured!" Hermione uttered as she started tearing up. She watched as Abby put each baby in its 'crib'.
"Hermione, can I ask you one more favour?" Abby murmured as she started to fall asleep.
"Yes"
"Can you go get my journal and the journal in my top drawer of my desk?"
"Of coarse!" Hermione stated, knowing she would be heading back to get a few hours sleep before coming back.
"Thanks…" Abby whispered just as she fell asleep.
"Come on Ron, lets go back to my apartment and get a few hours sleep before we come back…err, I mean, if you want to" Hermione said looking down at the sheets.
"Course I'm coming!" Then they started walking to the apartment.
After 20 minutes they returned to the apartment, shocked to find Harry leaning against the door asleep. "Come on, lets wake him" whispered Hermione.
After a few seconds, Harry woke up. "Mione, Ron, where's Abby? Is she okay? What's going on? Who's the father?"
"Harry, Harry! Take a breath, we'll talk inside." With that Hermione opened the door with a swish of her wand and closed the door once they were all in.
As soon as they were in, Harry started asking the same questions. "Well, how is she? Who's the father? Is it a boy or a girl? Where-"
"Harry! Take a deep breath. We'll answer any questions we can, but if we don't think we should be the ones to tell you, then don't get mad at us okay?"
"Ya mate. So first question."
"How is she?"
"She's fine, really tired though," stated Hermione. She smiled as relief showed on his face. She gave a look to Ron clearly stating 'he's not over her'.
Harry, who missed the look, then asked, "Who's the dad?" They could tell he didn't really want to know but did at the same time.
"Harry" started Hermione, choosing her words carefully, "we, shouldn't be the ones to tell you that."
Anger went though Harry, but he chose to move past that and just ask another question. "Okay, boy or girl?" he asked. He saw them smile at each other, but then look at them and Ron said, "Harry mate, why don't you come with us when we go back later? Cause you probably have a million questions and we're too tired to answer them all right now."
Harry just nodded. He would get to see Abby after almost a year he was ecstatic. "Harry, the couch is a pull out, so you can sleep on that if you want. If you want any food, cook yourself something or better yet, start eating the spaghetti in the fridge. I'm going to get some sleep. Night!" She hugged him before heading to her room. Ron shook his hand, smiled at him then followed Hermione. Harry sat on the couch and stared into the fire for the longest time. Finally he fell asleep.
A few hours later, Harry woke up at the sound raised voices. "I know you meant well but we didn't think about Abby when we said that! What if she doesn't want to see him?!"
"Hermione, Harry has a right to see them!"
"Well fine, but if she says out, he's out!" then he heard footsteps leading down the corridor and a slam of a door.
"Everything alright mate?" Harry asked groggily.
"Everything's fine mate, spaghetti?" Ron asked turning towards him.
An hour later the 3 of them apparated to St. Mungos and walked up to the maternity floor. They went to the right room to find Abby already sitting up in bed with one of the babies.
"Alright Abby?" asked Ron.
"Never better! About time you got here though!"
"We thought you'd be sleeping, or at least resting." Stated Hermione.
"Rest is for the week Hermione!"
"So you're fine?"
"Yep"
"Good because we brought someone here."
"Really! Who?" Abby watched as Hermione stepped inside and a tall, black hair, emerald-eyed man took her place.
"Harry?" Abby squeaked. He smiled at her and walked a little closer until he saw her pale. Hermione and Ron watched as Abby hugged the baby she was holding closer to her.
"What are you doing here Harry?" she asked is disbelief. She shot a look at Hermione that could kill.
"I-I came to see how you were…I saw you yesterday in the café and…"
"Yes I remember Harry. You were with a blond bimbo who has no respect for waitresses and thinks the world revolves around her!" Abby spat while placing baby Lily in her cradle.
"Hey! Don't say those things about Amanda! Why would you care anyway? I mean, I haven't seen a father around here, what'd you do get knocked up and leave the guy?!" Harry said menacingly, glaring daggers at the woman he once loved.
"Why, yes Harry I did" She stated. She watched as his jaw dropped, and saw Hermione give her a look that clearly said 'don't tell him this way!' Abby just ignored it.
"Well that was a pretty stupid thing to do." Said Harry, still in shock that she admitted it.
"Yes well, I'm not regretting it. I loved the guy, and well, we decided it would be best, even though at the time neither of us knew…but why tell you that. Not like you would care." She said in the same tone he used on her.
"I don't care. Why would I when I have a fiancé?" He hissed, just seeing how much he could hurt her. He didn't even know why he was saying this! He didn't have a fiancé, but if she believed it, then he would have to get one. 'Please don't believe me' he prayed. He watched as she, Hermione and Ron gasped, and watched the tears start to come to her eyes. Then he heard in her voice, the sound that he had only heard one before and that was when they broke up.
"Well, I hope you have a great life Harry. Now if you don't mind leaving my room, I would like to be alone. And Ron, if you could please leave to I'd really appreciate it. I need to talk to Hermione alone." She watched them leave and shut the door behind them with a flick of her wand.
Hermione watched her friend as the tears started falling from her eyes. "Oh, Abigail honey, it's ok. I know that hurt, and I know you wanted to tell him, but we'll be okay without him. Just you wait and see! She said as she glared daggers at the door that the boys just left through.
In the Hall
"Why did I just do that Ron? I don't have fiancé!" Harry sighed in frustration.
"I don't know mate." Ron said, sitting beside his friend in the waiting room. They just sat there, for how long neither of them knew.