I know you guys didn't get the goal I wanted, or even review, but I took a long time to write this, so here it is. I really want to know what you guys think, so tell me. There's a name in here, and I know it's not what they name their son, but that's what I wanted to put.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling; I own nothing.

Hermione

I loved Ron.

There's no other way to say it. He made me happy. He was such a…silly person. Whenever I was sad, he would make me smile. He was the one that I needed in my life, or so I thought. I thought we were perfect and I didn't need anyone else to make me happy. Or anything else…which for a while I was right. He made me love myself and when the affect wore off, I had to go to something else. Not men. I wasn't like that. I needed something that would make me feel better about myself. Something that would make me forget how sad I was. I stilled loved Ron. I always would. He was my silly little man that tried to get me away from it all.

But before any of that happened. Before anything bad happened, we were so happy and carefree. The war was over and we didn't have any of those stresses. I often thought of us getting married, as well. I assume he's probably almost proposed several times, but deemed it the wrong time to ask. He's picky about things like that. We lived a fairly normal life, but seeing as we were friends of Harry Potter, everyone wanted to know everything about us and about him. It got annoying, repetitive. 'Ms. Granger! Ms. Granger! Have you ever thought of sleeping with Mr. Potter?' No. 'Mr. Weasley! Mr. Weasley! Do you ever get jealous of Mr. Potter?' I don't think he is. It was always those kinds of stupid questions we had to deal with, whenever we went anywhere.

Other than the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly or any other publication following us around, we had a normal life. Ron was trying his hardest to become and auror, I was making my way up Magical Law Enforcement. I feel as if I got unfair promotions because of who I am, but I didn't say anything, in fear I may lose my job. We were making our lives successful and we often talked about the future. Having kids…getting married…getting a bigger home for our kids. But this is where it began and ended:

I had gone to a healer because I'd missed my period for the past couple months, and I was beginning to worry. If I'd used Muggle tactics of finding out one possibility, Ron wouldn't trust it, so I had to go to Saint Mungo's. I didn't tell him, though. I didn't want to get him worried, or get his hopes up. But it was true. I was pregnant with our first child. I was shocked at first. We were always careful, but I suppose that there's always a fault. This wasn't an issue, though. We both wanted this baby. We'd been talking about it since…well since we got married. I was so excited now. We could finally start on a family and our plans for the future.

That day, when Ron came home from work, I was happily waiting for him, making his favorite dinner, Shepard's pie, his mother's recipe. I often had Mrs. Weasley help me learn to cook. Especially because Ron loved her food so much. He'd been spoiled, food wise, in his childhood. I knew I'd never match Mrs. Weasley, but I could try and be as good. He came into the kitchen, kissing my head.

"How was your day?" I asked, a tone of happiness in my voice.

"It was alright." He wrapped his arms around me.

I smiled and leaned against him. "That's good." I kissed his neck.

I felt him nod and let go of me. "How was yours?"

"Well, I went to a healer today." I bit my lip nervously. Would he think I'm ill? What if it sounded different than it should have? Hopefully I didn't get him worried.

"What for?"

"Ron, we're going to have a baby." I looked back at him and he had the biggest grin I'd ever seen on his face.

"A baby?" I nodded. "Hermione, we're going to be parents?" He was so happy, I felt myself get even happier.

"Yeah. We're having a baby."

"Do you know if it's a boy or girl?"

"No. We'll go back in a couple months, when they can tell. It's still really small. I'm only two months along."

After dinner, we talked for the rest of the night. What we'd do when the baby's born, names, everything and anything about the baby. Hell, even during dinner we talked about it. We decided that we wanted a little boy. Now all we needed to do was wait and find out later. Little did we know what the future held.

A few weeks later, the news of our baby was all over. I wasn't even showing yet and the press kept showing pictures of my belly, saying I had a bump. I felt a little hurt, but I was happy with the way my body was. Did I already look pregnant? I thought there wasn't a baby bump. No…media just isn't used to someone without a flat stomach. Our little boy was still too small to give me a bump. He was still too small for us to know if he's a boy or not.

Ron and I had decided to start talking about baby names. If it's a girl, we're naming it Rose. A boy, Oliver.

Once I started to show, everyone at work loved my little baby belly. It wasn't too much, but there was a bump under my shirt. It wasn't even bigger than maybe a centimeter or two, but it did show under my shirt. This is when the positivity about the baby changed. I was brought into my boss's office, and well…I was fired for being pregnant. They didn't want to give me paid leave, I suppose.

I went home and changed into pajamas. I didn't know what I was going to do. This baby was going to cost a lot of money, and well, I couldn't provide and I was sure we couldn't live off Ron's salary alone. He certainly was paid enough, for two to live off, but for three…that'd be stretching it. Maybe I could get some kind of assistance. I could get money from the government and be able to give things that my baby will need, to my baby.

I stayed home for the rest of the day, on the couch. I didn't have dinner started when Ron got home. I was still on the couch, curled up. With nothing. This concerned Ron. He thought that maybe something was wrong, but I assured him that everything was okay. I'd tell him later. He was still a little cheery and I didn't want to ruin this mood. I'd had mine ruined. We couldn't have two sad people in the house.

"Ron?" I mumbled from the couch.

"Hmm?"

"Could you make dinner? I'm not in the mood to cook."

"Sure." He came back over to me and gave me a kiss on my head.

Since we'd found out I was pregnant, he got me anything I wanted. While we sat at the dinner table, I decided that I'd tell him. I was silent during most of the meal, but as it drew to the end, I spoke up.

"I need to tell you something."

"Is the baby okay?" He looked at me worriedly.

I nodded quickly. "It's about me. Ron, I lost my job."

His frown got even deeper. It was obvious he realized what this meant. We couldn't get everything we wanted for the baby. "What happen?"

I shrugged and shook my head. "I think they don't want to give me a paid leave."

Ron nodded and we stayed silent for the rest of the meal. I washed the dishes before going to out room to take a shower. I took a long shower, enjoying the warm water running over me. It was very relaxing. Once my shower was over, I laid in bed, curled into the sheet, slowly falling asleep.

Ron came up not too late and laid down next to me. I cuddled into him and smiled. He was warm and comforting. He wrapped his arm around me and I felt at peace and soon fell asleep. Late that night I woke to an odd sharp pain in my abdomen. When I sat up and pushed the blankets off me, I could feel the blood in my face draining. Our sheets and my pajama bottoms were covered in blood. After taking a few deep breath, I shook Ron awake.

He mumbled and opened his eyes. "Hmm?" he groaned.

"I-I miscarried," I said in barely a whisper. I watched as all color was lost from his face.

Shakily, I stood and ran her hands through her hair. Ron quickly got up and took me into his arms. He ran out of the room and down the stairs to our fireplace. He quickly flooed over to St. Mungo's and yelled for help. I knew it was probably useless. It was too late. I saw how much blood was on our sheets. Our baby was gone.

A few minutes later, I felt Ron placing me down onto a bed. I stayed silent as I listened to Ron and the healer talk. "It's gone," I mumbled and looked away from them.

"I'll take the fetus out so she doesn't fall ill and you two can leave." I heard the healer say and I pushed down my bottoms and panties so he could do what he needed.

I felt a weird sensation and then a container being closed a few seconds later. I'm sure Ron wanted to leave, but I stayed in the bed, pulling my pants back up before falling back asleep.