Hermione Granger had never seen Molly Weasley look so frenzied. Her hair was standing on end, her eyes were wide, her lip bit to eternity as she sat in the waiting room, waiting for her daughter-in-law to have her first grandchild. Not that it was the first grandchild conceived. But Fleur and Bill had only been lucky this past time.
“They should have had the baby at home! This hospital isn't clean!” Mrs. Weasley said for the eighth time, wiping her finger against the dustless chair.
“The hospital is completely sterilized, Molly.” Mr. Weasley said gently, as Ginny sat there, looking grumpy but worried.
“Mum, they deliver about fifty babies every single day. Get your wand out of a knot and join the sane people.” Ginny, who was not at all helping the case, said.
“And I'll help you sue if something happens that isn't just right.” Hermione added, and Mrs. Weasley seemed to calm down slightly at the small but reassuring joke. Suddenly, her face contorted again.
“What about the family? Did Bill write any of them? Maybe he expected us to write.”
“Bill's sensible Molly,” Mr. Weasley said, his voice soothing. “He'd include that in the letter.”
“We should have... rehearsed or something!” Mrs. Weasley cried, hiding her face in her hands.
“Yeah. I'm sure Bill and Fleur wouldn't mind doing the first part all over again, but the whole pregnancy thing will be annoying for them,” George grinned, walking into the waiting room.
“Hello, mother,” Percy said, leaning down to kiss his mum on the cheek as he entered behind George, followed closely by Charlie.
“However, we'll be well rehearsed by the time mine comes along, won't we, mother?” Charlie joked, imitating Percy's stiff attitude.
“Oh, good, see, Molly, everyone's here now,” Mr. Weasley beamed, his eyes silently thanking each of his boys for coming just in the nick of time.
“Harry and Ron!” Mrs. Weasley suddenly shrieked, bolting up in her chair.
“They're on an auror mission, mum,” Ginny said flatly, sounding bored.
Mrs. Weasley looked down at her twenty two year old child, annoyed.
“No, they're not. They're right there, running toward us.”
Hermione and Ginny's heads snapped up at the same time. Ginny bolted out of her chair and rushed to her husband, screaming incoherent strings of words as she threw her arms around his neck. Ron and Hermione locked eyes, and Hermione swallowed hard. She had to pay attention to her breathing, remind herself to do so, but it didn't matter much. Her heart was beating faster then fast to make up for it.
Ron walked over to her and sat down on the couch.
“How are you?” he asked formally.
“I'm fine, thank you.” Hermione replied.
Ron leaned down very quickly, and his breath tickled Hermione's ear.
“I need to talk to you.”
Hermione nodded and stood up.
“I'm off to the bathroom.”
She walked down the hall and turned a left. Ron made a mental note of it. A few minutes later, he, too, stood up.
“I'm gonna go get something to eat. Be right back.” he told his parents, who both beamed and nodded at him, Mrs. Weasley's smile bright because she was happy Ron was back, and Mr. Weasley happy because he knew where Ron was actually going. Ron headed down the hall and walked in the general direction of the bathrooms, not exactly sure where he was supposed to go. But then he passed a broom closet, and a hand reached out and tapped him on the shoulder, and he knew exactly who was in there, just by her touch. He walked into the closet, then turned around and carefully shut the door behind him, just before he was tackled by a very bushy haired being. He pressed his lips to hers and immediately started to kiss her, but after a few moments Hermione pulled back.
“Where have you been?” she demanded. “I was worried sick.”
Ron, disgruntled, started to kiss her cheeks and neck instead.
“I don't want to talk about my mission.” he said. Hermione pulled away from him, looking hurt, and went to face the opposite side of the broom closet.
“Well at least tell me if you succeeded, and if you're alright.” she said coldly.
“We did succeed, and I'm just fine.” Ron told her. And then Hermione flew at him again and started kissing every inch of him she could reach: his cheeks, his forehead, his lips, his throat, his nose.
“I was so worried!” she murmured between kisses. “And I missed you so much.”
“I'll make it up to you,” Ron said, feeling the ring that was in his pocket. He'd taken it with him on the mission in hopes that it would remind him of Hermione.
“Hmm? How?” Hermione asked, her lips coming back to his mouth.
“I.. hmph.” Ron stopped talking and concentrated on his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist as she put her arms around his neck. He pushed her against the wall, and Hermione twisted her fingers into his hair. Just then, the door to the broom closet burst open.
“My eyes! MY EYES!” screamed an all too familiar voice. “Oh my god... what the hell?”
“Harry!” Hermione squealed in a high pitched voice.
“Put your shirt on, Hermione!” Harry demanded, covering his eyes with his hand. “You too, Ron. What the hell were you two doing? Oh my god, oh my god...”
Hermione pulled on her shirt, then grabbed Harry's arm and brought him into the broom closet, slamming the door behind him. She and Ron rounded on their friend, walking toward Harry so that he was forced to back against the wall.
“You two were... oh my god... you were...”
“Snogging?” Ron suggested, his eyes like stone. Hermione, who found that look kind of sexy when it wasn't turned on her, tried not to look at her boyfriend, for fear that she would break the stern act.
“SNOGGING!” Harry yelled, twitching.
“Yes, we're together.” Hermione said to shut him up.
“TOGETHER! TOGETHER?” Harry cried.
“Together, yes.” Ron said. He was doing his best not to touch any part of Hermione, even though it was his natural instinct to hold her hand or put his hand on the small of her back. He didn't want to scare Harry more then he already was.
“But you can't tell Ginny,” Hermione warned.
“She'd tell everybody else!” Ron snapped.
“I can't lie to my wife!” Harry complained.
“Divorce her.” Ron suggested.
“Or,” Hermione said calmly, throwing Ron a dirty look, “You could not lie to her, but not tell her the truth.”
“Come on, Hermione,” Harry groaned. “You know I'll let it slip sometime.”
“Well, hopefully by that time we'll be ready to tell.”
Harry moaned again but deflated a little.
“How long, then?” he asked.
“Ever since the Hogwarts Reunion.” Hermione said gently. Finally, she felt Ron's hand slip into hers, and she smiled, feeling content at his touch. Harry, however, took a deep breath, and hid his head in his hands, then started to pace.
“Don't get me wrong, you two. This is brilliant. And hopefully it's lasting, too.”
“Believe me. It is.” Ron said. He wanted to show Harry the ring box in his pocket, but didn't dare trust the poor bloke with anymore huge secrets.
“But why can't you tell anyone?” Harry asked. Hermione shrugged.
“We have our reasons,” she said vaguely. “But, you know, whenever you need to talk about it, you can always come to one of us.”
“No, I can't,” Harry said pointedly. “The last time I wanted to talk about it I kept walking in on you and Ron snogging. It's not a pretty sight, you know.”
“Oh, please, and you think we like walking in on you and Ginny?” Ron asked heatedly.
“Shut up you two!” Hermione hissed, putting a hand over Ron's mouth. Footsteps were coming down the hall, and she didn't want to be heard.
“Harry?” Ginny's voice said. “Harry?”
Harry squirmed, but didn't reply. He seemed to be aware of the fact that this was where all the lying started. Ginny's footsteps wandered further down the hall, but she turned around and headed back to the waiting room after a few more seconds.
“Harry, what did you come here for in the first place?” Hermione asked, realization suddenly dawning on her.
“Oh. Er- the baby has been born.”
Hermione was out of the closet like a bullet, running down the hall toward the waiting room, Ron close at her heels.
“Where have you guys been?” Ginny demanded, but they all ignored her as they walked into the overcrowded room where Fleur had just brought a new life into the world. Ginny followed closely behind, holding onto her husband's arm.
“Alright, some people have to go!” the Healer said, looking alarmed at the large quantity of people. Everyone started filing out, until the only people left in the room were Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione and Ron.
“Ermione, would you like to 'old her?” Fleur asked, noticing the soft, longing look on Hermione's face.
“Please!” Hermione breathed, taking the baby from Fleur. She held it tenderly, stroking it's soft cheek.
“What did you name it, Fleur?” Ginny asked, glancing away from the baby for the first time.
“Victoire.” Fleur said, looking tired but beaming all the same.
“Hi, Victoire,” Hermione cooed. “Welcome to the family.”
Ron walked over to her and shifted his position so that his body was just behind Hermione's.
“Yeah. What she said,” Ron told the small baby. “I'm your Uncle Ron.”
“She's so beautiful.”
Hermione was obviously ignoring everything that was going on that wasn't the baby. In her perfect world, she'd have one just like it soon.
A/N: Okay, so this update was ridiculously short :P It was also really fast, right? So that's good! But, hey, to make up for the utter shortness of this chapter (I think this and the last were originally one and I had to split it) I'm going to let you all in on a secret.
I wrote a sequel. I'll reveal the name a little later, but so far it is fourteen chapters. I'm going to see how people respond to it, and if people want me to continue I will. If not, I'll just end it at chapter fifteen. I hope you review and tell me how you liked Harry's reaction and your opinion on what you hope the sequel will be like! For questions, comments or concerns, feel free (read: pllleeasssee) to check out my MTA page! ~writergirl8
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