BLAISE AND GINNY
Blaise was never one to freak out. He was the calm and collected one. He kept his wits when everyone else lost theirs. But at the moment, Blaise never looked so anxious and worried. The Hospital Wing was set up like an actual hospital, with individual private rooms. He was currently standing beside Ginny as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hand held his in a vice like grip.
"THIS IS BLOODY PAINFUL!" she shouted as a contraction came.
Blaise's face flushed as he realized that she wasn't even going through the actual labor yet. There were still more contractions and shouting to come before the real thing happened. All he could do was let Ginny crush his hand as he tried to comfort her.
"It's going to be okay, Love. It'll be over before you know it," he said softly.
"THEN YOU HAVE THE BABY!" she shrieked.
From somewhere in another room, Blaise could head another couple going through the same thing, except with more screaming.
"You can do this Mrs. Longbottom. Just push," came a muffled voice.
"I've been pushing! I can't do this anymore! I can't! It hurts too much!"
Bloody hell, if Longbottom is still stuck here, how long will it take us? Blaise thought as he looked down at Ginny. His dark brown eyes scanned over her, taking in her appearance.
Despite being tough as nails, it was clear to see that she was scared. There was fear reflecting in her eyes as she anticipated the next contraction. She had been counting how far apart the contractions were. Once they got to three to four minutes apart, she was to call for a medi-witch.
"I'm not ready for this, Blaise," Ginny whispered. Her voice sounded so vulnerable.
Blaise was at a lost for words. What could he say to comfort her? He licked his lips and leaned closer to her. He brushed her hair out of her face then traced circles on the back on her hand. "Do you know what my first impression of you was?" Blaise asked, changing the topic onto something rather odd.
Still, Ginny played along. She shook her head and said, "No."
"My first impression was, 'Oh great, another Weasley.'"
Blaise wasn't surprised when she swung to slap his arm. In fact, he laughed as she glared up at him, slightly flushed. "But then I saw you on your first day at Hogwarts. That night, you snuck out and flew around the quidditch pitch. You were amazing for a first year," Blaise said, smiling at the memory. "I watched you fly for a bit. I could tell that the broom you were on wasn't yours. And after a bit of time I came to one conclusion."
"And what's that?"
"You were completely bonkers."
This time Ginny punched him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him.
"Ouch! Easy love, I was only teasing," Blaise chuckled. He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I thought that you were brave," he admitted. "Not the kind of brave that is just stupidity in disguise. The kind of brave that made you even stronger than before. I knew from that moment then that you were going to tough." He kissed her softly on the lips. "Which is why you can do this. You can go through this labor and come out stronger."
Instead of replying, Ginny cried out as a contraction came. The pain started at her back then began to spread everywhere else. She began to do one of the breathing exercises that McMiggins had taught everyone, but her breaths only seemed to become more ragged and shallow.
"Love, look at me," Blaise said once he realized what was going on. He pressed his forehead against hers and forced her to meet his gaze. "Focus on me." He held Ginny's head in his hands as he tried to calm her erratic breathing. "Breath in through your nose, out through your mouth," he said firmly. "Long breaths." Blaise moved away slightly, but kept his eyes on hers.
It wasn't long until the next contraction. Blaise wasted no time in calling for a medi-witch to come in. He stayed with Ginny through it all. Despite her shouting and screaming, Blaise remained by her side.
"Zabini, I'm going to kill you," Ginny growled out as she another contraction.
"What did I do?!" Blaise looked at Ginny, slightly appalled.
"You're the father, so you're at fault!"
Blaise shot her a confused look. "That doesn't even-"
"Mrs. Zabini, we're going to have you start pushing- now."
Blaise wasn't sure how long the screams and cries went on. There was a never ending assault from Ginny. Either she was spitting insults at him, crushing his hand, or hitting him. At one point she managed to do all three.
"MERLIN THIS HURTS! DAMN YOU ALL!" Ginny screamed. "I AM NEVER HAVING KIDS AFTER THIS!"
It wasn't until the medi-witch said, "One more push," did Ginny stop swearing at everyone.
She cried out as she pushed once more, and held onto Blaise for dear life as the pain nearly caused her to pass out. Neither one of them was quite sure what had happened after that. One moment Ginny was pushing, the next, a blinding light filled the room. It took awhile for their eyes to adjust once the light was gone. Once their vision was clear, the medi-witch was in front of them, holding out a crying baby boy that was swaddled in a blue blanket.
"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Zabini, it's a boy."
Ginny paid no mind to the medi-witch as she reached out to hold her son. She was drenched in sweat and exhausted beyond belief. But all she wanted was to hold her son.
He had dark brown hair and olive skin like his father. His eyes were closed, but Ginny would've bet a thousand galleons that they were brown. The baby boy fussed as he tried to adjust to the weird world around him. His only comfort was the slight rocking from Ginny as she held him. He felt a warm hand lightly touch his head, but was unaware that it was his own father.
"He's so small," Blaise whispered. He looked lovingly down at his son.
Ginny wasn't even aware that she was crying until she saw a tear fall onto the baby's forehead. She quickly wiped it away with the pad of her thumb, then looked up at Blaise. "Are we going with the name we picked last night?" she asked.
Blaise nodded and smiled at the baby boy. "Sebastian Alessio Zabini," he said proudly.
They had talked over the name last night, and decided to name him after Blaise's father and godfather. Blaise was hesitant at first, but Ginny loved the name. He couldn't help but to agree to the names when he saw how happy she look.
The three of them became warped into their own happy bubble. It took awhile for them to notice the medi-witch that was still staring at them.
"Sorry to interrupt, but it is protocol to weight and measure the baby, as well as have you sign the birth certificate," said the medi-witch. she held her arms out tentatively, slowly reaching for Sebastian.
Ginny couldn't held but to lean away and twist her body to shield Sebastian. She did not go through unimaginable pain just to have her son taken from her.
"Mrs. Zabini, I will give him right back. I just need to check his height and weight. This will all be done in the same room as you," said the medi-witch.
Despite Blaise's and the medi-witch's reassurance, Ginny didn't want anyone touching Sebastian. It took a whole fifteen minutes of coaxing from Blaise for her to finally allow Sebastian to be held by the medi-witch.
"He's a healthy baby boy," Blaise said softly to Ginny. "He's our son."
"Our son," Ginny echoed.
HARRY AND PANSY
"You need to stop telling everyone that we're having a son," Hermione said, clearly exasperated.
"Malfoys have boys first," Draco said with equal exasperation. "Theo, don't you think that we're-" he paused and looked around the room, only to realize that Theo and Luna were both missing. "What the...? Did Lovegood burst already?"
Hermione slapped Draco's arm. "Don't change the subject!" She scowled and crossed her arms. "We might not be having a boy."
They stared at each other for a long time until they heard a pained groan from behind them. Pansy sat in her seat with her face contorted. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was pressed into a thin line.
"Bloody hell will the both of you end this already?" Pansy hissed through clenched teeth. "Whether it's a boy or a girl, a baby is coming today." She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, her head turned to face Harry. "Now will you get me to the Hospital Wing already, or will I have to walk there by myself?"
Harry shot up from his seat, slightly flushed. He had forgotten for a moment that Pansy was pregnant, and now going into labor. He hooked his arm around Pansy and helped her get up from her seat.
As Harry ushered Pansy out of the class room, happiness swelled in his heart. He was having a baby girl, that much he knew. And the previous night he had talked with Pansy about what their daughter's name will be.
"Pansy," Harry called out as he came into their flat. He was drenched in sweat from quidditch practice. He kicked off his shoes and placed them by the door. "Pans?" He put his broom in the corner of the room, propped up against the wall.
"I'm in the nursery!"
Harry went to the bathroom to wash up quickly. He scrubbed dirt and sweat off his hands and face before walking to the nursery. The door was left wide open, allowing him to see into the room as he came closer.
"Do you like it?" Pansy asked as Harry walked into the nursery. She chewed her bottom lip and sat on the edge of her old bed.
The walls of the room was a soft white purple. The floor was no longer hardwood, but was instead carpeted white. A white crib was pressed against the wall, across from the bed. A mobile with brooms and wands hung above it. The windows had white curtains that matched the floor. On the walls were framed pictures of everyone. One picture had Hermione, Ron, and Harry in Hogsmeade with their arms around each other. Another picture showed Harry, Ron, and Ginny flying through the air on their brooms. There were pictures of Pansy with Draco and Blaise. Some of them included Theo. But only one of the framed pictures stood out from all of them.
It was a picture from their Hogsmeade trip. Harry and Pansy had sat beside each other as Pansy ate. His arm was laid casually on her chair, but could have been mistaken for being around her instead. Pansy was laughing as Ron accidentally snorted up butterbeer. At the moment, no one had realized that Colin Creevey was there as well, poised with him camera in hand.
"I got the Creevey kid to give me the picture," Pansy said when she saw Harry staring at it. When he was quiet, she continued to speak. "But what do you think of the room? I got Theo and Luna to come help. Afterwards we went to their flat for tea. They-"
"I love it," Harry said. He looked around the room before walking over to his wife. "I should have been here to help."
Pansy shook her head. "It was fine, really," she said softly. She pointed to the crib then said, "I was going to put her name on the crib, but...we still haven't decided."
Harry looked down at Pansy as she looked up at him. He stared into her eyes, and realized for a moment that they were green. They had flecks of brown in them, but they were still green. "You wanted to name her after your grandmother," he said. "I wanted to name her after my mother."
"So which one do we choose?" Pansy asked.
Harry shook his head. "No choosing. Which ever name you want will be our daughter's name. You're the one carrying her after all."
"Potter, get a move on," Pansy snapped and she started to walk faster. Her feet and ankles ached with each step.
Harry felt the urge to point out how it looked as though she was waddling, not walking. His steps became more determined as he focused on his current task: get Pansy to the Hospital Wing.
It seemed forever to get there, but eventually they did. A medi-witch ushered them into a room and helped Pansy get onto the table. The medi-witch had her wand in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, Pansy's clothes were switched out with a hospital gown.
"I'm Damaris," said the medi-witch. "I will be the one delivering your baby. I will be coming in and out of the room until it is time for labor." Damaris turned to Harry. Her coffee eyes were narrowed at him in a stern manner. "Count her contractions. Once they start occuring less than five minutes apart, call for me. I will be across the hall," she told him.
Harry nodded, though Damaris still shot him a stony look as she left the room. "She doesn't seem to like me," he said once she was gone.
"Well I don't like you very much at the moment either, Potter," Pansy hissed.
The room grew quiet as Harry began to time the contractions. After a little over five minutes, Pansy groaned as another contraction came. Harry rushed to her side and held her hand, only to be trapped in a tight grip. Though he acted as though he wasn't hurt while her nails dug into his skin.
"Fuck!" Pansy shouted.
Fresh tears sprung to her eyes, though she kept them from spilling down her cheeks as she tried to focus on her breathing. After what felt like an eternity, the contraction stopped. Her grip on Harry's hand loosened, but she didn't let him go. Her eyes closed as the sound of her labored breathing filled the air.
"Have you decided on the name?" Harry asked softly, trying to distract Pansy.
She nodded weakly. Her eyes had a glare of fear in them as she looked around the white room. "Potter I'm not sure if I can do this," she said quietly. "And don't give me some motivational speech about how I can get through this. This really is too much." A single rogue tear trickled down her cheek, but she didn't start to cry.
Harry reached out with his free hand to wipe the tear away. His soft touch caused Pansy to look at him, and an inaudible gasp left her lips as she stared into his emerald eyes. They were burning with a soft fire as they looked at her. She couldn't recall a time when someone had looked at her like that. Like she was more than a Slytherin brat. Harry squeezed her hand then kissed her knuckles. His lips felt soft against her skin.
"You're stronger than you look, Pansy Parkinson," he said. "And until you realize it, I'm going to be here to remind you."
A comforting silence filled the room. Pansy couldn't help but to thank the Sorting Hat for pairing her with Harry. There weren't many guys that would have put up with her. And at the moment, despite her fear of how much pain she will be going through, Harry managed to calm her. One of his hands held hers as the other one stroked her hair. Each time a contraction came, he murmured soothing words into her ear.
"She'll be beautiful you know," Harry told her, referring to their daughter. "Just like her mum."
And when the time came to give birth, Pansy found herself in a better mental state than before. Though, her screams hardly showed it as she directed harsh words and profanity at Harry.
"You bloody wanker!" she screamed. "This is worse than hell!" Sweat covered her body and plastered her hair to her face.
Harry kissed her knuckles and mumbled, "You'll get through this."
Another bloodcurdling scream rang out, followed by a sob. "Potter, I'll kill you if I survive this," she cried. Her face was red and twisted in pain. "It hurts so much, Harry."
The Gryffindor felt his heart ache for the girl in front of him. He was helpless as she was in pain. "Just keep pushing, Love."
"You push!" she snapped.
Damaris interrupted them but giving Pansy another order to push. "You can't stop pushing now, Sweetheart. It's almost over."
Pansy cried out once more as she tried pushing. She felt Harry's lips on her knuckles once more. She could vaguely make out the sound of his voice, edging her on.
Suddenly a bright light filled the room, followed by the sound of a baby's cry. Once the light subsided, a baby girl wrapped in a pink blanket was in Damaris's arms. There were no words as the baby girl was given to Pansy. The raven haired witch cried when she saw her daughter. The baby's eyes were closed tightly as her cries slowly died out. Sobs racked through Pansy as she looked down at her. For a brief moment, she looked up to glance at Harry, though his eyes did not meet hers. He was too transfixed on his daughter. His mouth was slightly ajar as he stared at the small baby girl.
"Amara Lily," Pansy said softly. It was then when Harry looked at her. "I know you want her first name to be Lily, but...it's too special. It should be given to your future daughter. Your real future daughter, that you'll have with your future wife."
Harry nodded. He didn't look upset in the slightest. His attention merely turned back to the baby girl. "You hear that, Love? Your name is Amara," he said softly.
THEO AND LUNA
"Oh dear Merlin! Was this necessary, Albus?" McGonagall hissed. She stared at the two unconscious students in front of her. They were eerily still, and if it wasn't for the slight rising and falling of their chests, she would've thought that they were dead.
"It's for their own protection," Dumbledore said in a grave tone. "If the ministry gets word of Miss. Lovegood's condition..." his voice trailed off.
"What will we do about the children?" she asked.
Their attention turned to the two cribs beside the bed. A baby boy was fussing in the crib beside Theo, and in the crib beside Luna was a quiet baby girl.
"Nothing," Dumbledore stated. "For now, we must go on as if nothing is wrong." He waved his hand in front of Theo and Luna. "I believe they were planning on naming their son Leo?"
"Leo Carson," McGonagall replied, recalling the name she had heard Theo and Luna agree on that morning.
"Ah, yes. And Winnie Ella for the girl." Dumbledore waved his hand once more. "I've given them memories of the labor. Although the memory will be vague, it will be better than nothing." He sighed and gave the couple a pitying look. It was a shame that they never experienced such a bonding moment, but it had to be done.
When Luna had gone into labor on her way to her first class, Dumbledore knew he had to keep her from going to the Hospital Wing. The medi-witches that the Ministry had sent were too untrustworthy. He had to get Madame Pomfrey to perform the labor in Theo and Luna's flat. Then right after, he obliviated them and casted a sleeping charm.
"Miss. Lovegood and Mr. Nott have a strong connection already," Dumbledore said. He made his way towards the door with McGonagall following not far behind. "They will prevail." He waved his hand once more, then the couple began to stir.
RON AND LAVENDER
Parenting 101 had started out rather dull. McMiggins decided to not teach, due to the lack of students. By the time class was nearly over, two more couples had gone into labor. Ron was beginning that he'd have the rotten luck of Lavender going into labor in the middle of Potions. If that had happened, Snape would have only prevented Ron from doing anything by questioning his actions. Snape lived to torment the red haired wizard. The other week, Snape had made a fool out of Ron and insinuated that he would be an awful father.
But to his luck, Lavender had gone into labor in the last few minutes of class. He rushed her to the Hospital Wing, trying to avoid the traffic of students that would soon be coming once classes changed. His hands were sweaty from the anticipation. Nervousness radiated off of him.
Even once Lavender was in the hospital bed, his nerves did not falter. Ron wipes his palms on his slacks and paced back and forth. He was counting down the minutes between each contraction. Though, he took the medi-witch's order too seriously and even went as far as to telling Lavender to be quiet as he counted.
"Forty-five... Forty-six... Forty-"
"Ron," Lavender cut in.
His head whipped to the side to face her. His eyes were frantic as he rushed to her side. "A contraction already?!" Ron exclaimed. "That's too early!"
"No! No! Ron, calm down! You're worrying me," Lavender snapped. She held Ron's hand and gripped his hand tightly to keep him from running out of the room to get Rochel, their medi-witch. "Take a deep breath."
Ron did as she said.
"Another."
He obeyed.
"Better?"
Surprisingly, he did feel better. Though, it had little to do with his breathing. Just holding Lavender's hand was comforting. He leaned down and kissed her softly. "I should be the one saying these things to you." His free hand rested on her stomach. "Our little boy is coming."
Lavender smiling lovingly at her boyfriend- now faux-husband. She hoped that one day they would become a real family. Lavender loved Ron. At first, she had a small schoolgirl crush on him. He was cute, funny, and played quidditch. But then they started dating and things got serious. She couldn't help but to fall in love.
And when, she fell, she fell hard. It was more like crashing, really, and it was right into Ron's arms. She was sure that she love him, and this year would be a test of whether or not they'd survive after Hogwarts. After all, Ron wanted to become an auror, and she was stilling trying to find out what she wanted to be. All she knew was that she didn't want to be some stay at home housewife that raised the kids.
"Do you love me?" Lavender asked.
"Yes." The answer was firm. Ron looked into Lavender's eyes and smiled. "Of course I love you." He captured her lips in a slow passionate kiss. Their lips moved in sync as they forgot about the world around them. It wasn't until a sharp pain drew them apart.
"Shit!" Lavender swore. The contraction was worse than the last one. She could feel the pain start at her lower back then spread. Her grip on Ron's hand was so tight that his hand began so fall asleep from the blood loss.
"Love, you're squeezing my hand a bit tighter than necess-"
"Shut up, Ronald! I'm having a child today!"
Ron was quiet for the rest of the contractions. He remained by Lavender's side, trying to comfort her in anyway possible. It must've been hours until she began to go through the actual labor. Her screams were shrill as she felt the pain of giving birth. For a moment Ron had thought that she was dying.
"RONALD WEASLEY WE WILL NEVER HAVE KIDS!"
"Love, just push-"
"YOU BLOODY PUSH!"
"Love, I'm not-"
"THAT'S RIGHT, YOU AREN'T THE ONE GIVING BIRTH SO SHUT UP!"
Ron flushed as he gave up trying to console Lavender. Rochel almost pitied him, but the older witch knew that this was just an insight on his future if he ever had kids.
"Mrs. Weasley, please push," Rochel said.
"I'M TRYING!" Lavender shouted. "I'M TRYING SO FUCKING HARD TO PUSH BUT GUESS WHAT? I CAN'T BECAUSE IT FUCKING HURTS!" Suddenly her pained face morphed into something much more distressed. "It hurts," she sobbed.
Ron gently wiped her tears away. He kissed the trails that they left on her cheeks before kissing her lips. "I know it does, but you have to push," Ron whispered into her ear. "We're having a son, you know. And we can't have him without you."
Lavender cried out as she tried to push once more, but exhaustion kept her from doing so. "I'm so tired. Can't we take a break?"
"He's going to love you," Ron whispered. "Our son, I mean. He'll have my hair and your eyes. We'll be like a family."
"A family?" Lavender echoed.
"Yes, Love. But we can't have that family without you pushing."
Lavender nodded slightly, ignoring the way her body ached as she prepared herself to start pushing once more. She screamed and felt Ron kissing her forehead. Then a light flashed.
She heard her son before she saw him. His cries rang throughout the room. She was so tired that she didn't even realize that she was holding her son until the crying stopped.
Lavender looked down to see her son. His eyes opened, showing their blue orbs. He had fiery red hair like his father, but curled like his mother's hair. His face was pink and slightly wet from his tears. But Lavender thought that he was the most beautiful thing in the world. For a brief moment, the baby boy's lips moved up into a smile. A sob of joy came from Lavender.
"Oh Ron, did you see that?"
He nodded and laughed, wiping away the tears he had. "He smiled. See? I told you that he'd love you."
Lavender softly cried as she held her son close. "Oh he's perfect."
The baby boy gurgled then smiled again, leaving a trail of spit coming out of the corner of his mouth.
"What's his name?" Rochel asked.
The couple looked up, surprise for a moment that she was still there. But then Lavender smiled through her tears and said, "Felix Luke Weasley." She smiled down at her son and gave a small giggle. "His name is Felix Luke Weasley."
A/N Only Hermione and Draco's labor left... Boy or girl?
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