Chapter 1 : When She Was Born
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A/N this is my very first fan fic and im really excited about it. so please give it a chance and leave a review so that i know what need to improve to make my writtings better for you :) Also i do not own any of the characters from J.K Rowlings beautiful story.
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Hermione lay in her bed attempting to go back to sleep after being nervously awakened by her husband. She could hear him pacing in front of their bed—back and forth, back and forth: enough to drive her completely crazy. Finally she sat up in her bed and yelled, “Ronald Weasley, I swear if you do not stop moving, I'm going to hurt you.”
Ron stopped mid-step and stared at her. “Sorry. Nervous.”
Hermione let out a light laugh, “I can tell. But, love, you’re stressing me out, and you know the healer said stress on me is stress on the baby.”
Ron immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion. “Are you all right? Is the baby all right?”
“Fine, were both fine,” she said calmly.
“Are you sure? Is there anything that I can get you?” he asked.
“Well it would help if you came and laid down beside me,” she smiled at him.
Ron smiled at his wife, “I can do that.” He crawled on top of their bed and leaned over Hermione, kissing her gently on the lips.
“Thank you,” she said
Ron just smiled at this as he laid down beside her, adjusting his arms around her so they laid on her stomach. He kissed the top of her hair and closed his eyes.
“Ron,” Hermione whispered.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“Guess what?” she said excitedly.
“What, love?” he said, opening his eyes to look down at his wife.
She smiled and turned her head so that she was looking up at her husband. “We’re going to be parents tomorrow.”
Ron grinned as wide as his mouth would allow, “I know.” Hermione smiled and kissed him on the check before turning her head around; both of them fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
The next morning Ron got up groggily—having barely slept—and started his usual routine. He watched his wife sleep as he got dressed, knowing it would be less than 24 hours until he would be a daddy. He walked downstairs to greet his in-laws. They had flown in just two days ago to see their only daughter give birth to their first grandchild.
“Morning,” he said as he walked in to see them sitting at the kitchen table and reading a muggle newspaper.
“Well, good morning,” his mother in law said while lowering her paper and smiling, “Coffee is on the counter.”
“Thanks,” Ron said, pouring himself a cup and walking over to sit across from them.
“So, how do you feel?” Mrs. Granger asked.
“I’m nervous,” Ron admitted. Mr. Granger chuckled from behind his paper. “What's so funny?” Ron asked.
“Nothing, it’s just I remember being in the same position about 26 years ago and feeling so nervous it almost hurt,” he said while lowering his paper.
“Umm, excuse both of you, but 26 years ago I was the one giving birth; I was the one in unbelievable pain.”
Ron looked at her curiously, “Was it really that bad?”
“You never wondered why we only had one kid? I mean, don’t get me wrong, but Hermione was a very stubborn child.” she smiled.
“Point taken,” Ron said, taking another sip from his mug.
“I heard that,” Hermione said as she walked down the kitchen stairway.
Ron got up to help her off the stairs. “Hermione if you wanted to come downstairs, you should have used the baby monitor. I would have come up and helped you,” he said.
“Seriously, Ron, I am perfectly capable of getting down a set of stairs on my own. I’ve done it every other day of my life, and I can do it today!” she said in an independent tone.
“Okay,” he said, letting go of her, “But every other day in your life you weren’t carrying a baby,” he continued while following her closely around the kitchen.
“Yes, but I have been with child for the past 9 months and I could do it then.”
“Okay, let me rephrase: every other day in your life you haven’t been carrying my child,” he said watching her pour coffee in to a cup.
“Except for the past 9 months when I have been carrying our child,” she smirked up at him triumphantly as she poured cream and sugar into her coffee and began to stir it.
Ron rolled his eyes and said, “True, but you also had Ginny helping you.”
“You know what, Ronald Weasley? I don’t want to argue with you. Yes, I may have had help from your sister in the past, but I don’t want help today, and I especially don’t want any help from you,” she said in a harsh tone as she clinked her spoon on the side of her mug.
“Okay, fine. I won’t help if it’s you want,” he said while leaning his back up against the counter and crossing his arms.
“Thank you,” she said while putting the spoon near the edge of the counter and reaching across it trying to grab a paper towel. She was struggling with her large belly in the way.
Ron just watched her and shook his head as she tried to tear off a sheet. Just as she retrieved the paper towel, something hit the floor and clinked loudly. She shut her eyes and turned to see that the spoon had hit the ground.
Ron looked at her and said “Do you want help?”
“NO!” she yelled and began to try to bend down to get the spoon, but the large child in her was making that impossible.
Ron chortled and asked again, “Do you want help?” She shot him a look.
“I'm just saying if you wanted help, I would be willing to spare five seconds of my time to retrieve a spoon for my very pregnant wife that I love very much,” he said.
Mrs. Granger, finally finished with being amused by this spat, decided to step in, “Ron what do you think you’re doing?”
“I'm not real sure, but I know it’s not helping my wife,” Ron said in a mocking tone.
“Daddy, will you make him stop?” she complained to her father.
“I'm sorry, baby, I didn’t realize he was doing anything but being considerate,” Mr. Granger said as he looked at his daughter. “Do you want me to make the nice man stop being nice?”
Hermione stood up straight and looked down at the spoon, and in defeat she let out a breath of air and said, “Ron.”
He looked over at her and said sarcasticly, “Yes, dear?”
She let out another long deep breath and said, “Will you help me?”
Ron smiled in triumph and said, “Sure thing, love. All you had to do was ask.” He bent down, picked up the spoon, and handed it back to her.
“Thank you,” she said in a defeated voice.
Ron stood grinning over her shoulder as he watched her rinse the spoon. Hermione looked up at him and said, “Oh wipe that grin off your face.”
“I love you too, dear,” he said, helping her to the table.
Ron sat and held his newly born daughter. Hermione was sleeping in the bed, so he made sure to whisper, “Hello my little Rose. Do you know who I am? I’m your daddy.” He smiled at the word. “You know what that means don’t you? It means I'm supposed to make sure you never ever get near any boys and that you have the best of everything.”
He heard the door to the hospital room open just a crack and the soft footsteps of his mum walk in. He turned to her and smiled. “What are you doing?” Mrs. Weasley asked softly in a gentle tone.
“Just looking,” he replied tilting his head back down so he could see his baby again.
“It’s weird isn’t it?” she asked.
“What's weird, mum?” he asked without turning his head.
“It’s just I remember when you were first born. It seems like it was only yesterday and now here you are with your own beautiful daughter,” she grinned.
“She really is beautiful, isn’t she?” Ron asked looking at his mum.
Mrs. Weasley knelt down beside her son, “She’s gorgeous.”
“I know, and she’s so tiny. I'm scared I might break her,” Ron said.
“You won’t,” Mrs. Weasley encouraged.
“You sure about that?” Ron asked lightly.
“Positive. Look, you’re already a natural.”
Ron smiled at the thought and continued to study the outline of his daughter’s face. His concentration was broken when he heard a deep voice that gave him chills down his spine just outside the door.
Ron looked up at the tall, slender, blonde man with cold grey eyes standing in the door frame. “I can’t believe they actually let you reproduce, Weasley,” the cold man sneered.
“Same goes for you, Malfoy. I heard your wife is pregnant too. How on earth you even convinced someone to marry you is bewildering,” Ron said in a harsh tone. They just stared at each other with bitter expressions on their faces.
Hermione woke up to the sound of the men’s voices. She looked over at Ron and Molly and decided to intervene before things went too far. “Ronald,” she spoke lightly.
“Yes, dear?” he said while still watching Malfoy.
“Ron, let me see the baby,” she said a little worriedly. Not that she didn’t trust Ron with their child, but she knew Malfoy had a way of getting under Ron’s skin.
Mrs. Weasley spoke with concern on her face, “Ron, why don’t you let me see the baby, and I’ll give her to Hermione.”
He reluctantly let go of his daughter, stood up, and said, “Malfoy, shall we move this conversation outside?”
“Actually, I need to speak to both you and Potter,” he said with a sneer.
As Ron left the room, he looked back to his wife and mum and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
When Harry saw Malfoy and Ron walking down the hall together to the waiting room, he knew no good could come from it. He stood up and walked over to the two men.
“Malfoy,” he greeted with a curt nod.
“Potter,” Draco responded back with the same nod.
There was silence for a moment.
Ron spoke, “Excuse me, but if you don’t mind I would like to get back to my wife and new born child, so if you would go ahead and tell us what you need, that would be great.”
“Yes, I can see why you would want to get back to that,” he said in a disgusted tone. “And you may go back after you just sign these papers stating that you agree with what the Death Eater has said, and that you will testify against him at the trial.”
Harry bent down and signed the documents while speaking, “So, Ron, when am I going to get to see that daughter of yours?”
“Soon. Hermione just woke up, so you can probably go back whenever you want now,” Ron smiled at Harry, “I never thought I would see something so perfect and sweet in my whole life.”
“I know. I felt the same way after James and Albus were born. Speaking of which, Ginny gives her apologies for not being able to be here, but Albus is only a month old, so she stayed to care for him.”
“I understand. It’s not like she will never see her niece.” Ron spoke at ease to Harry. Malfoy made grunting noise. “Do you have a problem, Malfoy?” Ron asked, his anger rising up again.
“It’s just I can’t believe you named the kid Rose,” he said, humoring himself.
Ron bent down, took the pen from Harry, and signed the forms. “Well Hermione and I both think the name is beautiful,” Ron said while trying to control his anger.
“Yeah, that’s the only beautiful thing about that kid,” Malfoy mumbled.
Ron finished signing the form and handed them to Malfoy. “Are you done?” he asked in an aggravated tone.
“Oh yeah, I'm done. That was all I needed. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you sure you are the father? I mean I just don’t see the resemblance…” Malfoy smirked at him.
Ron lunged toward him, but Harry to held him back. “Ron, calm down, go see Rose and Hermione, and I’ll finish up out here.” Ron just nodded and walked back to the hospital room.
He walked in to see Hermione holding his daughter and smiling down at her. She looked up to him as he walked over and kissed her on the head.
Ron couldn’t help but look down at his daughter to see if there really was a resemblance between him and his daughter. As soon as he looked down, though, he knew Malfoy was just full of it; he just couldn’t help but let Malfoy get under his skin.
“Ron, what was that all about?” Hermione asked, noticing he seemed preoccupied.
“Oh nothing, just something the little git said, that’s all,” Ron reassured his wife.
“Okay, if you say so daddy,” she smiled at her husband.
He knelt down beside her with the same smile of joy on his face. He looked at Rose. “That’s right. I'm your daddy little Rosie. Don’t worry about the mean things the ugly ferret said about you.”
Hermione looked at her husband with a smirk, “Ron, please don’t start right now. This is a happy day. Think happy thoughts.”
Ron smiled back at Hermione and said, “I'm just thinking about how happy I'm going to be when our Rose beats his little mutant spawn in every test.”
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at this, but she tried to discourage him, “Ron, let’s not worry about test until she can at least talk.”
“Okay, dear,” he smiled and continued on with his happy day.
A/N: ok so please don't read this chapter and stop reading it is included in the story for one thing to establish the relationship between Ron and Draco. Second because I am a huge Ron and Hermione fan and I thought it was a sweet scene. So please give it a chance the rest of the story is Rose and Scorpius I promise. Oh and do review please.
P.S. I have a beta now, Thank you Hannah. Other Chapters will be edited soon :)