*Disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter.
As Ron and Hermione held their new baby girl in their arms, nearly two hours after Rose was born, their families came in to see. The little family was so caught up in talking to baby Rosie, that they didn't hear them come in, and the group of nearly thirty quietly observed them. All wore soft smiles as they saw the couple with the baby they had wanted so badly.
"So Rosie," Ron said to Rose seriously while Hermione laughed, "You understand why it's so important that we hate the color maroon. It looks terrible on Daddy." Hermione began to hiccup, she was laughing so hard. Rosie watched her parents with open eyes. Their little baby girl seemed so entertained by her parents, and no way inclined to sleep just yet. Ron hadn't wanted to come out to talk after the baby was born, so the Healer came out, and told them the baby's name, and when they would be able to come see them.
"Ron, you can't tell Rosie to hate something, just because it's not flattering on you. I would never do that." Ron kissed his wife swiftly on the mouth, then swooped down to kiss his daughters' nose.
"That's because Mummy looks good in everything... Except maroon." Hermione playfully slapped Ron, and Rosie's eyes widened a bit. The new parents looked down at their daughter, worried that she would begin crying. The group watched with baited breath, hoping that it wasn't time to leave. Rosie's mouth opened up and-
"Burp." The group of Weasley's, Granger's and Potter's by the door began laughing, while the parents sighed in relief. The proud parents looked up from their baby, and smiled at the group.
"Hi. Nice timing," Ron said smiling at Rosie while he talked to everyone. He suddenly leaned closer to Rosie and talked in baby talk, "This little one just woke up. Yes she did!" Rosie stared up at her father's face, watching him. She had the brown eyes of her mother, with the same amount of intelligence and auburn fuzz covering her head. Not quite the Weasley ginger, but still pretty. Rosie glanced back and forth between her smiling parents, then began looking at all the other people in the room. You could see the slight shock on everyone's faces at the way she looked at them, as if she could already tell the difference between each one.
"This is your family Rosie." Hermione said. She began introducing everyone. Rose looked at them again, as they smiled at her.
"She's so smart." Ginny marveled, glancing at James and smiling. Harry bounced his one year old baby boy on his hip, watched his boy laugh and glanced at his best friends.
"Of course their baby's smart. Got bloody Hermione as her mom." The group laughed, except for Hermione and Rosie. Hermione had her trademark frown when the boys used bad language, and Rosie... Well, it looked like Rosie inherited something besides her mom's brown eyes and flawless skin. Harry stared at Rose as she appeared to frown at him. Hermione peaked at her baby and smiled smugly.
"See, Rosie knows better than to find your vulgarity amusing." Rosie looked up at her mum and smiled, just a little bit. Rosie wiggled so her hand was sticking out, and she wiggled it around. Ron and Hermione looked at where she was waving. She looked patiently at her parents, waiting for them to understand what she wanted. Hermione sighed and passed her over to Mrs. Granger. Here Mum, Rosie wants to meet her family." Mrs. Granger took the little bundle and began rocking her back and forth. Rosie stared at her grandma with a little smile on her face. She seemed content for a few minutes, then began to wiggle again. Annie Granger worked to keep a good hold on the squirming baby, and glanced at the happy parents.
"She want's to be passed, Annie." Rose stopped wiggling as soon as her dad spoke, looking at her grandmother expectantly. Annie passed Rose to the closest person to her. The pattern continued like that, Rosie content to be held by each person for a little bit, but making it clear when she was ready to move on. Everyone got a turn, except for James, although Rose insisted in her own way that she wanted to be close to James. Ginny held her, and Harry held James, and the cousins stared at each other. After her little stare down, Rosie started yawning, and the healer kicked everyone out. Ron and Hermione repossessed their child, and rocked her to sleep together. After she was asleep, the healer took her to the nursery area. Ron and Hermione snuggled together on the hospital bed, and dozed off, secure in the knowledge that they had the child they'd been trying for for almost three years.
*And so, my dears, we are but one more chapter away from the end of another story. Sad. This one was my baby. (Ba boom ch! Like a drum set? It was a joke. Get it?) Okay, lame jokes aside, I'm not certain what I think of this chapter. I've been sitting on it for almost a week. I think I like it. I know I like parts of it. I just feel like it's too short. I don't know. Let me know what you guys think. The next chapter will hopefully be interesting. *Wink wink*