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I Promise by SilverRoses
Chapter 1 : I Promise
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Ron held his wife close as she cried into his shoulder. She had barely held herself together on the way out of St. Mungo's, and as soon as they had apparated home, Hermione had completely broken down, her body heaving with sobs. All he could do was stroke her hair and murmur, "Shh, Shh, it'll be alright," his own tears falling softly on her head.

Finally, she took a deep breath and pushed away slightly to look up at him, then she spoke in her heartbroken voice, "Promise me something."

"Anything," Ron said.

"We're not going to give up, we're not going to stop trying, we're not even going to talk about failing. What the doctor just told us, it was just a nightmare and means nothing," she was wiping the tears off her cheeks already, trying to regain her composure, "And we are going to have a baby."

Ron's brow furrowed, but he nodded anyways, "If that's what you want."

"It is," Hermione confirmed, squaring her shoulders, "Promise."

"I promise," Ron murmured.

She gave a very forced smile and hugged him tightly, "I love you, Ron."

"I love you, Mione," he replied.

The plastic stick fell into the trash can and Hermione leaned heavily against the counter, willing the tears not to fall. She bit her lip hard and immediately tasted blood, the pain distracting her, if only for a moment.

"You're not going to cry. It'll happen eventually, no worries. Everything is going to be fine."

That was what Ron would tell her; that was what he always told her, month after month. She wondered sometimes what he was really thinking when those words left his mouth, but never allowed herself to linger too long on that. It hurt too much.

She inhaled deeply and opened the bathroom door.

Ron was sitting at his desk, looking over paperwork from his job as an auror, so his back was to her as she approached him.

"You're home," she said, her voice coming out much more frail than she had expected. Hermione wrapped her arms around him from behind, and he turned his head to kiss her forehead.

"Don't worry, Mione. You'll be a mother pretty soon, just you wait," he sounded almost - almost - content.

Hermione pulled away, "How can you talk like that? How can you sound so...confident?"

Ron spun his chair around and stood, "Hermione, hush."

"Why should I? We both know-" Ron cut her off with a kiss, and she weakened against him. It was just easier this way.

When he pulled back, he searched her face, for what, she could not tell, "No. I know what I think, and I'm going to be right."

"But Ron-"

"You made me promise not to let you talk like you're talking now. Even if I agreed with you. I would keep that promise. Love is keeping your promises. And I don't agree at all with you," he wove his fingers through her hair, "I meant what I said before."

Hermione's eyes flicked to the floor, then back to Ron's, "I'm sorry," she whispered, the tears she had been fighting so hard now spilling over, "Thank you, Love." Then she closed the gap between them and kissed him softly, "Try again?"

Ron smirked, "Someone is eager."

Hermione turned him around and nudged him towards their bed, laughing despite herself. Suddenly, her husband swept her off her feet and carried her bridal style to the bed, with Hermione giggling all the way.

Nearly two months had passed since Hermione had realized she was late, but she refused to take a test just yet, afraid that her body was playing some cruel trick on her. Ron only smiled to himself and shook his head. She hoped he was not getting his hopes up too much, though the way his eyes sometimes lit up for no apparent reason suggested otherwise.

Days turned into weeks, and still nothing. Any time Hermione thought of this - which was almost all the time - her heart would jump slightly, but still she refused to test.

Finally, after the third full month, she could not deny the extra 7 pounds and the stash of pickles in the fridge anymore.

She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door softly behind her, trying not to disturb Ron as he penned a letter to the Minister to inform him of the week long Christmas vacation that would prohibited him from going to work.

Hermione took a deep breath and fished a pregnancy test out of the cabinet, saying a silent prayer.

The bathroom door opened slowly with a slight creak, and Ron, hearing this, closed his eyes momentarily, not sure what he was going to tell his wife.

Then his chair spun around against his will and Hermione threw her arms around him, sinking into his lap and kissing him passionately.

Ron was taken aback, but responded just as eagerly.

But when she pulled back, Ron saw the tears on her cheeks, "Mione..." he began.

"We did it!" she said, her voice choked with happy tears as she broke into a smile, "You're going to be a father! ...and I'm going to be a mother! Can you believe it?"

Ron blinked, shock evident on his face, then he managed to croak, "Really?"

Hermione beamed at him, "You kept your promise...all of it. I love you. I love you so much, Ron!"

Before he had time to respond, she was kissing him again as if her life depended on it, and only when she pulled away did he speak, still sounding dazed, "We did it...I knew we would."

Ron paced furiously back and forth in the waiting room, his displeasure evident on his face.

"Calm down," Molly Weasley ordered, "You'll do her no good fuming and scowling like that, so I suggest you sit down and wait patiently like the rest of us."

All of the Weasleys, and Harry, a very pregnant Ginny, and one-year-old James, had apparated to the St. Mungo's as soon as they had heard that the baby was coming. When they had arrived, Ron had been in the delivery room, but had soon left, looking annoyed. According to the nurse, he had been hyperventilating and had looked in danger of having a panic attack. She had checked his vitals and such, and then left, pronouncing him to be in perfect health, but forbidding him to reenter the delivery room.

Ron would have protested, but his mother still scared him when she was mad, so he took a seat and clenched his fists to keep from snapping back. Hermione had been in obvious pain, that was why he had been panicking, and not being with her was not making him feel at all better. What if something went wrong? What if-

"Shut up, you're not allowed to think like that. You promised her, and you will keep the promise."

He swallowed and went to picking at a snag in the maroon jumper his mother had given him some years ago.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion, each second lasting at least an hour, and Ron let his mind wander to his work to keep away worries about Hermione and the baby.

He recalled the house he and Harry had searched yesterday. It had been blatantly obvious that the place housed someone with illegal dark artifacts...In fact, he was pretty sure a poison-injecting doorknob on the front door was enough to take someone in for trial. He had never told Hermione how close he had come to being stung by said doorknob.

After several hours, a short, mousy-looking nurse appeared at the door and called, "Weasley, Ronald?"

Ron shot to his feet before she had even finished speaking.

"You have a healthy baby girl," she said, fondly.

Without waiting for permission, Ron hurried to the room where he had last seen Hermione. When the door opened, he saw her exhausted face break into a smile. Then he saw the bundle of pink blanket that she held, and almost ran to her side.

He kissed her tenderly, relief almost overwhelming him, "I'm sorry about earlier..."

Hermione shook her head, still smiling, "I love you."

Then she held the bundle out to him, and he took it, looking down at the sleeping baby and feeling a sudden rush of love.

"She'll have Weasley hair," Hermione commented, "You can already see it."

"We're parents," Ron sounded more surprised than he had planned.

"We've been parents for nine months," Hermione corrected, watching her husband and daughter affectionately.

"It's Rose, then," Ron murmured, recalling the two names they had picked out, not wanting to know the gender in advance.

Hermione nodded.

"We did well," Ron chuckled, meeting his wife's eyes.

"Yes, we did."

A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed it, and please review. It would be greatly appreciated. And thank you for reading!

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