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Happily Ever After?

Chapter Eleven

“I can’t believe that you are taking me shopping, again!” Hermione muttered, as Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender pushed her into the doorway of a mall.

“Hermione, this is nothing. We go shopping every week, if not more. Besides, you are going to the fashion center of the world.” Parvati scolded lightly, walking into the first store.

“I thought the fashion center of the world was France.” Hermione replied dryly.

“Whatever. It’s close enough. Besides, don’t you want to look nice for all the reporters who are going to follow you around?”

“Oh, the joys of being married to a celebrity/hero.” Hermione said sarcastically, going to the maternity section of the store. She hated shopping for maternity clothes, because it wasn’t like she was going to wear them again any time soon. Well, unless she got pregnant, but Hermione wasn’t willing to go through all the cravings, morning sickness, mood swings, and all the other joys of pregnancy. And she hadn’t even gotten to the giving birth part yet!

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“Explain to me again, how exactly are we going there?” Hermione asked for the umpteenth time, hand clutched tightly around her small suitcase.

“It’s a new invention. Since the muggle way of flying on an airplane, flooing, and apperating are unsafe for a pregnant woman, they came up with a new way. It’s basically the same thing as apperating; you just wear a charm to protect yourself from any harm.” Harry explained finally, frantically searching for the necklace with the charm. He knew he placed it somewhere around here, but at the moment he couldn’t exactly remember where.

At last! He found it. Harry grinned happily as he took it out, and turned around to give it to Hermione. To his surprise however, there was a worried expression on her face.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Exactly the same as apperation, and you’ve done that millions of times.” Harry said comfortingly.

“It’s not that.” Hermione gasped.

“Then what is it?” Harry asked, feeling confused.

“I think my water’s broken.” Hermione said through gritted teeth.

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“Ho ho ho!” Hermione screamed when another contraction came as the nurses wheeled her (she was in a wheelchair) to her room. Harry sighed, relieved. He was completely unsure what to do. If it had been any other day and any other occasion, he would have teased Hermione about how she sounded like Santa Clause, but he was too nervous to do so now. In just a few hours (or however long it took) he would be a dad! He, Harry Potter, who couldn’t remember his. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Once she was in her bed, Harry took her hand as another contraction came on. She squeezed it so tight that he wanted to shout out, but he didn’t. He knew that it was nothing compared to her pain, and he didn’t want to make her angry. He had heard from people (once the news got out about Hermione’s pregnancy, Harry had gotten hundreds of letters on what and what not to do) that the woman gets very angry if the man shouts out, “Ouch! That hurts!” and that often times she would heatedly reply, “Well try doing this and see how this feels!”

“You have dilated one centimeter so far, and you have nine more to go. You have opted for medicine for the pain, right?” The doctor informed them.

Hermione was in too much pain to answer, so Harry nodded, and pulled a chair next to Hermione’s bed. As he sat down, he sighed. It was going to be a very long wait. Even though they hadn't gone to Italy though, what was happening was worth the delay. And they could go to Italy another time.

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Once Hermione was almost at ten centimeters, Harry suddenly remembered to tell Ron and the rest of the Weasley’s that Hermione was in labor.

“I’ll be right back.” He promised. After the glare that Hermione gave him, if looks could kill, he would be dead. He went to the area where the owls stayed, the owls used to make messages telling either good news or bad. Most of the owls looked as if they were like Errol, and had done one too many deliveries, but eventually he found one that seemed best suited to the task.

After he owled everyone, he returned to the room she was staying in, only to notice that it was empty. When he asked the Healer standing nearby about this, he said that she had been moved to the delivery area. That could only mean that she had at last reached ten centimeters.

After receiving directions to where Hermione was now staying, Harry rushed to her room, hoping that he wasn’t too late. He would never be able to forgive himself if he had missed the birth of their first child.

“Just a little more. I can see the head!” Harry heard the Healer tell her. Harry rushed inside, and grabbed Hermione’s hand, which was once more gripping his hand too hard. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were closed in the effort.

At last after about seven more pushes, the baby was out. It started crying, and Harry felt that the red slime covered baby was the ugliest yet most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

“It’s a girl, but there are two more in there.” The healer said, as he handed the first baby to his assistant. Harry looked up from Hermione’s face, amazed. Two more? They were going to have triplets?

Hermione began to push again, and once the next one was out, it was also a girl. The third one however was a boy.

And just as Hermione was handed two babies, and Harry one (he held her awkwardly, as if it was a bomb that would explode any minute. He wished that he had a woman’s instinct so he could hold it as comfortably as Hermione was)the door burst open, with all the Weasley’s coming in, looking exhausted.

“Have we missed it?” Mrs. Weasley asked, gasping for breath. One look at Hermione confirmed her fears, and she groaned. However, she brightened up immediately when Harry handed her the baby he was holding.

“Triplets! Have you named them yet?” Mrs. Weasley asked excitedly.

“This one here we named Lily after my mother.” Harry said, touching the girl lightly on the nose.

“This is Elizabeth, and the boy is Tristan.” Hermione said, sounding exhausted. If it had been any other occasion, Hermione would have proceeded to explain that she had gotten the name Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice, and Tristan from Tristan and Isolde, but she could tell them that later.

And as all members of the Weasley family crowded around, giving congratulations and kisses, Harry and Hermione gave each other a knowing smile. With Tristan, Lily, and Elizabeth around, life was going to be a lot different. But Harry was fine with that. In less than one year, Harry went from having no family to having one. And that was the way it was meant to be.

A/N- OMG! I can’t believe it’s over! I am writing one last one in the series, but it will take a couple months to get out. I want to finish some of my other stories first. It will NOT be about the children’s years at Hogwarts, the children will still be small and it will still focus on Harry and Hermione. If I was inaccurate on some details, please remember I don’t know much about being pregnant/giving birth, and I did the best I could. Also, if you want to be alerted when the new story is up, leave your email, and I'll let you know. If not, just keep checking!
Edit- the sequel is now up! It is called the Powers Within...



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