Well, I finally got this chapter out. I have never given birth so I am not sure if I portrayed it correctly, but this chapter needed to be written. I do not feel as good about this chapter as I had about ones before it, but I feel relieved to have it out! Enjoy, thank you for all your WONDERFUL comments. I love reading stories on here and I am glad that people read mine as well!


Hermione had been screaming for about 30 minutes now and Ron was getting agitated. Of course, she could have accepted pain medication. But she just HAD to give birth naturally in a muggle hospital in London. He winced as she squeezed his hand once more.

4 hours earlier

"Ron! You better come eat your breakfast before I do. I finished mine about 5 minutes ago!" Hermione eyed Ron's plate, feeling tempted to steal a piece of toast. Almost 9 months pregnant, her appetite was soaring. "Well, just taking one piece of toast wouldn't hurt…"

"Don't you dare!" Ron stepped into the kitchen, his eyes squinted into a glare. "Make yourself another piece of toast if you are hungry, don't take mine. Don't lower yourself to my standards." He smiled and fell into his seat, quickly shoveling food into his mouth. "Tastes good."

Hermione smiled and started the dishes, not wanting to leave a mess. Ron was done with his food in about a minute, as usual, and she made sure to redo his tie before letting him out the door. "Have a good day at the ministry and I'll see you when you get home." She closed the door behind him and turned to face her empty kitchen. "What to do…" She thought for a moment before heading upstairs to the nursery. She set a small army of paintbrushes on a mission to finish the back wall, and another small army of tools to build the crib. "No use doing this all myself." She smiled, pleased with her work, and headed to the master bedroom.

Showering was always a great experience. Hermione felt unattractive and uncomfortable at this stage in pregnancy but a shower refreshed her mind and helped her almost forget her present state.

That's when the stomach pains started.

At first, Hermione thought her stomach was reacting to breakfast but the pains were coming every 10 minutes or so, not a constant. Suddenly it hit her. She was not experiencing stomach pains, she was experiencing contractions. Frozen in place, a million thoughts began to run through her head.

I need to grab my overnight bag, no wait… I need to send Harry a patronus message. No wait, I need to send RON a patronus message. Why am I doing all this again? Oh right, contractions.

Hermione looked around the room, unsure what to do. She normally did not act this way. She was bold and confident, especially in situations like this. With a flick of her wand, she sent a patronus message to the ministry, hoping it would reach Ron fast. Then, she grabbed her overnight bag from the closet, already packing in case she went into labor.

"'Mione! I'm here!" Ron ran into the bedroom, his hair flustered and his clothes covered in soot. "I tried to apparate but I couldn't remember where I was going, so I used the Floo system instead." His eyes were wide with fear. "Are you SURE you're in labor?"

Hermione nodded her head, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Pretty sure, let's get to the hospital. Remember our travel plans?"

Hermione had made the decision to not apparate during her pregnancy. She had nightmares about what could happen. Ginny had always done it while she was pregnant, and even tried to reassure her it was safe, but Hermione did not want to take unnecessary risks. Because of this, Ron had set up an alternative way to get to the hospital in London a few months ago. They would use Floo powder to travel to the Black's house. Harry still had ownership of the house and currently allowed Neville Longbottom to live there during summer holidays. Once there, they could take a Muggle taxi to the hospital and be there in 10 minutes.

Ron grabbed the bag and took a deep breath. "Let's go before I pass out…" He took Hermione's arm and led her carefully down the stairs to the fireplace. Another contraction hit her, a big one this time. She bent over, making a move for the nearest chair.

"I don't know if I can make it". Hermione looked up to see Ron's face in a state of panic. Maybe going to the hospital would be good for both of them. He looked as though he would need his own bed. "… on second thought, let's go… but Ron… I think our plan is flawed. How could I have been so stupid?"

Ron stared at the fireplace and back at Hermione. "Wh…What do you mean FLAWED?"

"Well, Floo Powder sounded smart at the time, but think about it Ron. There is a good chance being swept out a chimney will push the baby right out of me!" She closed her eyes, another contraction hitting her.

Ron was staring at the fireplace now, in disbelief that they could have overlooked a major detail. "Let apparate. At this point… I just want to get to the hospital and lay down…"

"LAY DOWN. WHY DO YOU NEED TO LAY DOWN?" Hermione was getting frustrated. "Come and hold me, let's do this together."

Ron nodded and kneeled by her ride, wrapping his arms as far around her body as he could reach. "Let's focus on the alley way near the hospital. It is still in sight of Muggles but we have a better chance than if we popped up in the waiting room." Hermione nodded and they closed their eyes. The familiar cool, darkness whipped over them. Hermione clutched her belly, fearful of the effects this could have on her child. Another contraction hit her as they appeared in the alley way.

Ron's face was a violent shade of red and sweat was dripping down his cheeks. He supported Hermione on one side as they headed out onto the main street and around the corner to the hospital. Rushing through the doors, Ron lost control. "My wife… my wife is having a baby!" HELP!" He yelled at no one in particular in the waiting room, in hopes that a team of doctors would appear. The nurse at the counter hurried from behind the counter and entered the waiting room with a wheel chair. Ron helped Hermione sit down. "Good luck 'Mione." And with that, he passed out.

"Mr. Weasley? Mr. Weasley! Can you hear me? Mr. Weasley…" The voice sounded far away but Ron could still make the words out clearly. Why was someone calling him Mr. Weasley and why was there a stranger in his home. Wait a minute… he was not home. "Hermione!"

His eyes shot open and he found himself looking up into a large, bright light. A short, chubby man in nursing scrubs stood over him. "Mr. Weasley! Welcome back, can you sit up?" Ron nodded and sat up, realizing he was in a hospital room. There were other people in there as well; more nurses, two doctors, and Hermione. "Hermione!" He sprang from the bed, still feeling a bit woozy.

There she was, panting away and clutching her swollen belly. Sweat was dripping down her forehead and she was making loud, short breathing sounds. "Ron… you bloody idiot. Passing out on me… here I am, having a baby… hold my hand!" Hermione looked furious but Ron had never been happier to hear her yell at him. He was going to be a father, and soon it would all be over. "Breath Hermione, just breath!" He took a hold of her hand.

SOON had been the wrong word of choice. It seemed as though the more Hermione pushed, the less the baby wanted to come out.


Hermione had been screaming for about 30 minutes now and Ron was getting agitated. Of course, she could have accepted pain medication. But she just HAD to give birth naturally in a muggle hospital in London. He winced as she squeezed his hand once more.

The doctor looked up and sighed. "If this baby doesn't come out in the next 5 minutes, I'm going to need to take you into surgery." Ron cringed at the idea. Surgery in the muggle world was not familiar to him and he felt uneasy. He laid his head near Hermione's stomach. "Please come out." He could not help but feel pitiful in this moment but he was desperate.

"Wait…" The doctor moved back between Hermione's legs, a hopeful look in his eyes. "The head is moving down! Two more pushes, maybe three Hermione!" Ron grasped Hermione's hand tighter as she gave another push, her screams had grown louder. "One more Hermione… almost there…" Hermione let out one last cry and pushed as hard as she could. The next thing Ron heard was the most beautiful thing in the world. A small cry filled the room as the small Weasley child entered the world.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. You have a beautiful baby girl."