"You have a daughter?!" yelled Lavender as they made it back to their apartment. She slammed her bag on the table and took out a glass. She opened the wine, filled her glass and drank.
Ron didn't know what to do anymore. When he had held the little girl, everything felt right. He felt complete again. She looked so much like Hermione, but her eyes looked exactly like his. He wanted to stay longer with her, but he couldn't.
"I don't want you seeing them again." She said, pouring another glass.
"Are you crazy?" he asked, taking a seat on his sofa. "I'm her father."
"I don't care, you will have kids with me soon, so that won't be a problem." She said and walked away.
Ron stayed quiet. He didn't want to be here. He closed his eyes, pulled out his wand and with a large * pop * found himself outside of Hermione's parent's house. He walked up the steps, not knowing what he was going to say or do.
He knocked, and after a while, Hermione opened.
"Ron, hi, come in." she said. He stepped in, taking in the house. He hadn't been here in a while, not since she had left him. "My parents are out. I figured you'd come, we have a lot to talk about."
Ron followed her to the living room, where baby pictures of Katrina were framed. He picked one up and saw Hermione holding a small baby, her curly red hair in pigtails. Behind them was a castle, and the Spanish flag hung from it. The picture next to it made his heart leap. Hermione was on the hospital bed, looking tired, but holding a newborn baby.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She said, bringing him back. He put the picture down and faced her.
"Where is she?"
"Sleeping, she likes naps." She said, taking a seat.
"What are we going to do about this?" he asked, wanting to get to the point.
"Oh, I'm sorry, me and Katrina will be leaving tomorrow morning back to Spain. I don't want any problems between you and Lavender-"
"What?"
"Don't worry! I talked it out with your mom already, she thinks it's a good idea, she'll come visit me over there to spend time with Katrina. Apparently Lavender told your mom you guys are going to get married. Congratulations." She said softly. Ron knew her all too well. He knew she wasn't happy with that.
"Yeah, but I don't want you to leave. I want you guys here. With me." He said.
She looked at him and smiled, twirling her hair again. "I can't do that."
Ron went up to her and fell on his knees, grabbing her hands. She looked startled but didn't say anything.
"I did wrong Hermione. I don't want you to leave. I should have never cheated on you, you were the best thing to come into my life. I was stupid, look at the baby we made together! I couldn't ask for more. When you left me, I went crazy. I let you go, slip through my fingers. I couldn't sleep thinking about you, worried. Hermione, I don't want you to leave." He said, lowering his head. He felt the tears run down his face. Hermione began to cry as well. They sat like that, crying, each remembering how much they loved each other.