Author's Note: This is definitely one of my longer chapters, but it's such a good one. I hope that you enjoy it. If you don't, don't hesitate to tell me in a review. I'm excited to finally get this chapter out! Once again, I really do hope you like it as much as I do.

Disclaimer: I always forget this part, seriously, but I'm not J.K Rowling. I wish I was, I do! But I don't think I could've given you as much as J.K has already given us all. I'm just a FanFiction writer.

You Must Love Me

Deep in my heart I'm concealing

Things that I'm longing to say

Scared to confess what I'm feeling

Frightened you'll slip away

You must love me

Day 19 on the Auror mission. Ron was tired, and he felt as if he'd lived concealed in the Hungarian camp's cave for years and years on end. He was ready to go back home. Ready to see Hermione. Scared, but ready. For, she was to give birth to their daughter any day in the next few weeks.

They'd for the most part mended their relationship by way of letters and patronuses. They'd missed each other so much. It was torture for both of them to see and hear of what they'd both been up to in the weeks gone by. She was ready for him to come home. He was ready to meet their daughter, and so ready to see his wife… his life.

That morning, Hermione and Clarence were drinking tea and watching Evita, a movie that Hermione's mother had sent her the day before. Both sat on the sofa, bawling at the scenes portrayed before them.

And then, it happened.

Pain struck Hermione's pelvis. It was a different kind of pain, one she'd never felt before. She then cooled off and settled back into the sofa. Then, it struck again.

"Ouch…" She rubbed under her stomach and grimaced.

"Is Ms Hermione in pain? Shall Clarence call St. Mungo's?" Clarence asked in concern.

"No, Clarence, you may not," Hermione stated. "I'm completely… fine! Ahhh." She winced and shifted on the cushions.

"Clarence feels he should call for help…"

"You may not call St. Mungo's, however, you may apparate to the Burrow and get Molly and Arthur. Gahhh…" She cried.

"Clarence will do as you've asked. Please, stay put, Ms Hermione…" He then apparated away, leaving Hermione writhing on the sofa.

Back at the Burrow, Molly and Arthur were drinking tea and discussing their upcoming plans to celebrate Hermione's birthday in the next week, as she would be full term. It was Sunday, September 3rd.

Halfway into their newest sip of tea, Clarence popped into the kitchen.

"Clarence? What're you doing here?" Arthur smiled.

"Yes, Clarence. Shouldn't you be tending to Hermione?" Molly asked.

Clarence then caught his breath. "Clarence has been sent by Ms Hermione to fetch the pair of you, fot she's having terrible pains."

Molly shot up and dumped her tea into the basin. "We must go! Arthur, c'mon!" She then dumped his teacup as well, which he was none too happy about.

"Alright, alright!" He grabbed his wand and took Molly's and Clarence's hands. Then they apparated to Hermione's aide.

With a loud pop, the trio landed in the foyer of the cottage. Molly searched hurriedly for Hermione, only to find her where Clarence had left her.

Screams escaped her mouth. It was almost as it she were back at Malfoy Manor being tortured.

"Hermione, dear!" Molly knelt on the floor beside Hermione. "What's happened?" She asked, soothing Hermione as best she could.

Hermione's breaths were scattered and hoarse. She finally spoke, but only in a tone of whisper. "I… I don't know. It just happened,"

Molly frowned. "Were you moving around much? Carrying things beyond your weight?"

"No. I… I wasn't." Hermione blinked fresh tears. "Get Ron!" She breathed. "He promised he'd be here. He needs to be here with me!" She sobbed.

Arthur back away from the scene. He shared a short glance with Molly, letting her know what he was about to do.

"To Ronald" he thought. There was then another loud pop, and Arthur was in the Auror campsite with the squadron. "Where's Ronald? Where's my son?" He asked Dennis Clerkley, a fellow Auror of Ron and Harry's. "Uhh, I dunno, sir. Last I saw, he was in his tent with Harry." He pointed to the tent. There was a dim spot of light shining from inside the tent's flaps. Arthur turned to Dennis. "Thank you, Boy! Much luck on your mission." He thanked him and ran to the tent.

Back in the cottage, Molly and Clarence were tending to Hermione, still in pain. They'd set up a small nest on the floor of blankets and pillows of sorts and had moved Hermione into it, where she was most comfortable.

"Do you know w-what's happening?" Hermione asked.

"From what I can tell, you're very well in labor, dear. Congratulations!" Molly smiled.

"Uh!" Hermione fell back onto her pillows. "Ron needs to get her quick, I need him!"

Molly smiled at her daughter-in-law. "He will be, darling. Arthur's getting him as we speak." Molly stroked Hermione's hair.

In Hungary, Arthur Weasley was still on his was across the pathway to his sons' tent.

Out of breath, he finally reached the right one. "Ronald? You in here?" he asked, searching around.

"Dad?" Ron came around the corner.

"Ron! Oh, it's so nice to see you're ok!" He grabbed Ron's head and kissed it.

"Dad, quit it!" Ron yelled and glared at a snickering Harry.

"Sorry, son. You must come home! Now." He told him.

"Why? What's wrong?" Ron became scared. "Is it Hermione? Is she hurt?"

Arthur's smiled faded. "Yes, Ronald, we think she's having the baby tonight."

Ron smiled "Blimey, Dad! That's great!" He turned to Harry. "Harry, I'm going to be a father! How great is that?" He yelled.

Harry looked up from his parchment. "That's wonderful, Ron."

"Ron, you don't understand," Arthur became serious. "Hermione is giving birth, but she's having trouble. She's in immense pain and she's asking for you. We must leave now."

Ron grabbed his pack. "Well, what are we doing here? Let's go!" Ron then apparated to his home.

Hermione let a gigantic sigh of relief out as she heard Ron's apparation pop. He then ran to her side.

"Oh, 'Mione! I missed you!" He kissed her over and over. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you, Ron. I missed you so much. I'm so glad you're here." She smiled.

Ron looked to his mother who was preparing for the birth.

"Mum, how are we?" He smiled.

Molly brushed her overgrown bangs from her eyes. "We're getting there, dear." She smiled.

Another pain hit Hermione. A bad one this time.

"Ahhh!" She wailed.

Ron jumped back. "Merlin's… what the hell was that?"

"Ron, dear, she's having contractions." Molly informed him.

"Oh," he replied. "what's that mean?" He asked.

"It mean the baby's about to arrive, now HOLD MY BLOODY HAND!" Hermione screamed.

"Yes, dear." Ron kissed her head and held her hand.

"Alright dear, it's time you push." Molly said excitedly.

"Huh-" Ron was cut of by Hermione's glass shattering shriek.

"C'mon, dear, you can do better!" Molly chanted.

"No, no I… I can't!" Hermione protested.

Ron squeezed her hand and knelt down to Hermione's view. "Yes you can, Hermione. You can do anything. You're the strongest, bravest, courageous, most graceful woman I know. If anyone can do this, it's you. Please to it, Hermione. I know you are more than capable of doing it. Do it so we can meet our daughter. Do it so we can see little Rosey." He sat up again.

Within a matter of seconds, Hermione gave her loudest, hardest, best scream.

Silence.

"Is she here?" Ron looked to Molly.

"Yes, dear. She's here."

"Why isn't she crying?" Hermione panicked.

At that moment, a loud, but gorgeous cry filled the room.

"Hermione, she looks like you." Ron peered over, he wiped his eyes with his hand still glued to hers.

"Does she?" Hermione asked.

"Here we go, here's little baby girl." Molly handed the clump of blankets and such to Ron. He lowered the clump to Hermione.

"Ron, look, she's got you eyes." Hermione pointed to the two pools of crystal blue eyes on Rose's face.

"She's got your nose."

Molly crept over to get a good look.

"She's got the Weasley head of hair." She sniffled.

"She does, oh Ron, look!" Hermione wept as Rose clutched her finger with her tiny fist.

"She's perfect, Mione. Little Rosey's absolutely perfect." Ron kissed Hermione's hair once more and continued to stare at their child. Little Rose.

She's here! Rose's here! I hope that you loved this chapter and that it made sense. I'm going to have a spazz attack rom typing so much so fastly. Review! xx