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Sitting on a small lawn chair, she sat there, watching her daughters play around with their cousins, oblivious to the pain their mother was going through. The inner turmoil that had been caused by the suddenness of her recovery and the quickness of Ron's fading. She had two choices which led to three consequences. None of them she'd be strong enough to live with. The first and obvious was what Muggles called, 'pulling the plug.' That would make her responsible for his death…

Second would just to do nothing and leave it all in the hands of a higher power. Would she be able to live with herself if Ron woke up with severe brain damage or worse didn't wake up at all?

Even though the healer had said that he had a chance of recovering without much damage, the chances of that happening were one in a million. Her odds were dissipating the longer Ron stayed in his coma. The longer she kept him alive…

Though, ultimately she knew it was up to her, the Weasley's did have a say in what happened, which would make it even harder. She knew they would want to keep him alive for as long as possible and that they would offer to pay for his stay in the hospital, but could she do that? Take more from them when they had already taken care of their daughter for the past seven years as well as dealt with Ron. Could she be that bold?

Tears filled her eyes as she looked away from the playful scene. This is what it had come to…

"Ron is that you?"

"Depends."

"Come here!"

"I said it depends. I could be some robber."

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, if you don't want me to tell your brothers that you screamed like a girl when that spider was in the shower, I suggest you get in here right now!"

Ron screeched to a halt, narrowly missing the island counter as he sprinted into the kitchen. Hermione was standing there, tears running down her face.

"What happened?" he asked hesitantly.

Hermione glanced at him then shook her head, turning away from him. Ron walked over to her, taking her arms and fearing the worst.

"Hermione… what happened?" he repeated, his fear mounting as the silence continued.

She looked up at him.

"We… We can't have kids right now," she whispered.

Ron's heart sank. Here he was, ready to tell Hermione his good news when she hits him with this. She was covering her mouth as she struggled to keep it all together, watching him carefully. The pain was evident in his face. They had been trying for a year but nothing was happening. It wasn't like there was anything wrong. Hermione was perfectly healthy as was he, but it was just that… nothing was happening.

Ron looked up at Hermione.

"Hermione… I…"

What do you say to a woman who, not only was desperate to get pregnant, but was surrounded by pregnant people all the time?

He looked helpless.

Hermione pulled him into a much needed hug, squeezing him tightly as she buried her face in his chest.

"Ron… I can't get pregnant because I already am," she whispered.

There was a moment's pause then Ron pulled away, holding her out at arms length.

"What?"

Hermione broke out into a huge smile, wiping her tears from her eyes.

"I'm pregnant Ron," she repeated.

Ron just stared at her for what seemed like for ever, the concept churning in his mind.

Suddenly a whoop was let out and Hermione was lifted into the air. She was pulled down to him and their lips immediately met hungrily. Ron then pulled away, caressing her face lovingly.

"You're pregnant," he whispered.

She nodded.

"Yes… I am!" she answered.

Ron grinned stupidly and kissed her again.

"I love you," he muttered.

Ginny looked up to see Fred come in. Nodding silently, she turned her attention back to her prone brother.

"You hungry?"

"How can you think of food?"

"I was just-"

"I know… I'm just tired," Ginny interrupted, looking up at Fred and watching him before turning back to Ron.

"She won't accept our money… she won't accept aid from anyone yet she's determined to keep him alive until she decides to stop the potions," Ginny told him.

"She's trying to do the right thing, Ginny. We've raised Lorel for most of her life and Hermione feels that she depending on us for anything else would be too much."

"Where's she going to get the money, Fred? She has no job and she… She's been gone for seven years. Do you know how much paper work it takes to bring back a dead person? She can't get a job, she can't get any money from the bank… legally she can't do anything," Ginny snapped.

Fred held up his hands. "Ok, I get it! I was just saying… You know Hermione… she thinks things through logically, most of the time... She wants to do what's best for Ron, not us, Ginny. Obviously we want to keep him alive, but how long, Ginny?"

"You think we should just let him die?"

"No, but I think we should think about what could happen if we let him live… What type of life would he have if he comes out of that coma with brain damage?"

Ginny just sat there staring at him. Here was a brother who never took a thing seriously in his life and now… he made sense…

"Ah… ah… ah…"

The two turned to Ron, frowning. His mouth was open now and gaping, strange noises coming from his mouth.

"Ah… ah… ah… ah…"

Ginny moved closer, touching Ron's arm.

"Ron? Ron, can you hear me?" she asked.

"Ah… ah… ah…. AHHHHHH!"

Ginny and Fred stumbled back when he started screaming, his back arching and his fingers curling around the sheets. Fred approached again, trying to find any outside injuries.

"Oh no… Ginny! Go get help!" he ordered.

"What is it?"

"GO!" he screamed, backing up as blood began to pour out over the bed and drip onto the floor.

"I don't care! I don't care that you've stabilized him! You said that last time, what the hell happened!" Hermione demanded.

"Mrs. Weasley!"

"Don't you Mrs. Weasley me! You told me he was stabilized. You told me that you had stopped the bleeding."

"We had!"

"Then why is the bed he was in filled with blood?!"

"Hermione calm down!"

"NO! I will not calm down. That is my husband in there and you lied to me!"

"HERMIONE!"

Hermione backed down, glaring hatefully at Harry before looking away. "I need to use the bathroom," she growled, shoving past everyone. Before the bathroom door closed a sob escaped.

Mr. Weasley turned back to the healer, giving her an apologetic look. "I am very sorry. She's been through a lot in the past few days," he whispered.

The healer nodded, coughing. "I am sorry for what happened as well. We thought we had it under control but he proved us wrong."

"What do you mean, he proved us wrong?" Ginny asked incredulously.

The healer glanced around uneasily. "I must warn you. This might not be something you want to hear," she said.

"What do you mean?" Bill repeated.

The healer sighed. "It seems that Ron's giving up."

"What do you mean, giving up?"

"I mean… He's basically killing himself," she whispered.

"Killing himself? Why would he want to do that?" Mrs. Weasley demanded.

"Apparently he's giving up. We have had cases in which the patient gives up the will to live and their body destroys itself. Ron's body is doing the same thing."

"But why would he…"

"I don't know that answer, I'm afraid. We have never actually be able to fully understand the curse and therefore the recovery of it is slim. "

"Ron wouldn't give up… he wouldn't."

"Perhaps he knows the consequences."

"How could he know the consequences? He's in a coma," George pointed out.

The healer sighed. "We have had some cases in which the patient was actually fully aware of certain things at certain times. Some were aware of their surroundings. The time. The pain… Maybe Ron is aware but we don't know."

"But… you should know!" Ginny said.

The healer shook her head. "Magic can only take us so far. We cannot enter a comatose mind. Even with Dark Magic that is impossible…"

"So you're saying there's nothing you can do?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Exactly…"

For the first time in years, Hermione got down on her knees, bowed her head and prayed. She prayed for the dying husband and the children that might not have the chance to know who he really was. She prayed for making the right decision. She prayed for faith…

"Mom?"

Hermione turned to see Lorel watching her. Smiling, she stood up and walked over to her daughter. "What is it?"

"Is dad going to die?"

Hermione's face fell and she pulled the girl into a hug.

"I… I don't know…"

"Is he really giving up?"

Hermione closed her eyes, trying not to cry. "Your father doesn't give up… He doesn't give up," she whispered, trying to convince herself as well.

"Mrs. Weasley?"

Hermione looked up from Ron's bedside.

"Yes?"

The healer glanced over at Ron then at Hermione. "The hospital needs to know if you've changed your mind about stopping the potions. We know you're in a difficult position finacially and we require notice if you are not able to-"

"I understand," Hermione interuppted. She watched Ron for a while then turned to the healer. "Will he be in pain?"

"Pardon?"

"If he comes of the potions. Will he be in pain before he dies?" she asked quietly.

The healer watched Hermione for a moment then blinked, looking down at her file. "I... He will be in some pain," she answered.

"Is he in pain now?"

There was a moment's pause then the healer looked up. "More than likely."

Hermione bit her lip and turned back to Ron, taking his hand. "We never had the chance to say goodbye..."

A/N: ...

xXxRonHermionexXx: Thank you so much. I'm glad you like it.

RHrWilLizKataangPrincess2010: Happy endings are a dime a dozen, if that makes sense because it doesn't to me. I just used the saying. Don't work yourself up about things. The thing most people have realized about me is that I'm unpredictable! BTW, I just saw the PotC 3 trailer and AHHHH! I CAN'T WAIT!

cellogirl: Glad you're enjoying it darling!

Cynthia Cacciola: Knowing me, he might not make it out at all.

Lor'sEvilRumour: You're right... he is too sexy... but I might still kill him anyway. There's not enough sexy to go around. If I can't have him, then no one can! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

MR4EVA: I seem to be good at that... making people cry.

Ashsmee: Everyone has to die eventually.

Ron and Mione forever: Like I said above, everyone has to die eventually.

Avanell: You know me. I love to torture people.

Wesker888: The hospital just stepped in.

sballLuvr5: Magic can't fix everything.

charma10: Yeah... wouldn't that be... ironic... hahaha...haha..ha... ahem... Well!

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