It had taken Harry what felt like hours to find some parchment to write on, and once he'd found that, it took another few hours - or so it felt like - to find a quill. He quickly began scribbling short sentences.
Hermione's in labour. Get here, NOW.
Harry quickly rolled the letter up and convinced a young couple to let him borrow their owl. "Berlin, big quidditch pitch, redhead. Easy to find. Fast." He managed, setting the bird free outside the window. It fluttered away and Harry sighed, pausing. He then realized that sending a random owl after Ron was a stupid thing to do, and - without thinking - apparated out of the hospital. He was then at the gate of the largest quidditch pitch in Europe. Not even bothering to stare in awe like any normal man would do, Harry ran through the crowd and right through the entrance gate.
"Ticket!" Someone shouted after him, and he stopped and turned.
"Harry Potter, don't need one, right back out, Weasley!" He managed as he ran, turning back to watch where he was going. He kept running until he found himself at the locker room for the opposing team - the Cannon's. Harry began frantically banging on the door. A tall man with dark blonde hair (Avery Boot, star seeker) answered the door, Harry rushed right past him into the room filled with antsy quidditch players. "Ron! Ron Weasley! Where's Ron Weasley?"
"I'm over here, what - Harry?!" The redhead - already fully dressed for the big game - glanced up, and then saw Harry. He grinned. "You came to watch the game did you? Thank you so-"
"No," Harry hunched over, catching his breath. "Sorry, no."
"No?" Ron asked, raising a brow. "Then that is it?"
"It's Hermione, she's-" Harry began, but he was interrupted by a worried Ron.
"Is she okay?!" His eyes were wide and Harry could sense the nervousness in his voice. He was reminded of when Ginny had told him she was in labor. They were already out, eating dinner. She'd had a craving for fish that day, and although the smell of trout made him sick, he'd taken her out. She'd stood up quickly, then looked down and began giggling. He asked what it was about, and she started laughing, telling him through chuckles that her water had broken. He didn't think it as funny as she did - his eyes widened twice their normal size and his heart began pounding - and had promptly taken her to St. Mungos.
"She's fine, yes, but she's-" Harry tried to speak again, but was once again stopped by Ron's frantic voice.
"She's what?! What is she!? Bloody hell, Harry, tell me!" He was speaking so fast and anxiously that Harry felt the need to stop him - otherwise, they'd be here all day.
"She's having the baby, Ron!" Harry shouted. There was silence, and Ron stared at him, unblinking, as if asking him to elaborate. Harry then added, "Right now!"
"Oh, sweet merlin." Ron turned to the team and shouted, waving his arms about. "I'm gonna be a dad!" The team let out a loud cheer. Ron beamed, the tips of his ears turning bright red. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed onto Ron's arm.
"Come on!" Harry's own voice was anxious now, worried. Ron began following him, but was stopped by a deep voice. He turned back around.
"You can't miss this game, Weasley." His coach spoke up from the corner of the room, his eyes focused hard on Ron. "This is the game of the season. We need you." Then there was silence.
"Ron?" Harry asked, letting go of his sleeve. "Aren't you coming?"
- - - - - - - - -
Meanwhile, Hermione was in full labor and had come to understand what her mother had meant when she said that this was the worst part of pregnancy. She knew exactly what she was supposed to do, too. She'd read all about it - from the breathing techniques to the time in-between pushes. She understood the entire birthing process, how to deliver a healthy baby.
But she refused to do anything.
"You're fully dilated, Mrs. Weasley! Time to start pushing!" Healer Kendall entered the room smiling, and Hermione scowled. She'd also read about that.
"No!" Her eyes widened and she shook her head. Fully dilated was code for ready to deliver. And she was by no means ready. Ready would mean that Ron was beside her, holding her hand and stroking her hair. No, she was not ready.
"Hermione, you have to." Ginny pushed stray hairs out of her best friend's eyes, grasping her hand. "When she tells you to push, push! Squeeze my hand if you need to!"
"Okay, on the next contraction, push with all you have! Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" Healer Kendall said, positioned at the end of the bed.
Hermione gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, but did not push like she was told to. A wave of pain hit her, and instead she screamed, tears dripping out of her eyes.
"Hermione! You have to push!" Ginny looked up at Healer Kendall, who was looking at Hermione.
"No! No, not until Ron's here!" Hermione refused. She was doing everything in her power not to push, and it hurt more than anything she'd ever experienced... but she couldn't do this without Ron, she couldn't!
"Hermione, please!" Ginny said softly, "Please!"
"I can't, Ginny, I can't! Not without him!" Ginny tried to think of something to say in return, but was at a loss. When her baby was born, Harry was with her. Although labor had hurt like hell, having Harry beside her made her feel safe, strong, and loved. She couldn't imagine going through that without him. She looked back at Hermione, face red and sweat mixing with tears, and felt a horrible pang of guilt.
She'd had her husband with her, and would have refused anything had he not been there. And here she was, telling Hermione to do something that she herself could never do. She swallowed her own tears, pushing on. If Hermione didn't do this now, either herself or her baby could be harmed. And Ginny could not - would not - let that happen.
"Hermione, if you don't push you could hurt your baby!" Ginny pleaded, squeezing Hermione's hand. "Please, darling, you have to push!"
"Oh, Merlin..." Hermione sobbed, squeezing back. "Oh, Merlin, it hurts, Gin."
"Time to push again." Healer Kendall looked from Ginny to Hermione, then back. "Ready?" Hermione swallowed, nodding. "On three; one, two, three." Hermione then pushed as told, Ginny along beside her, coaching.
"Oh, bloody hell!" Hermione screamed, collapsing back onto her pillow. Tears began flowing freely from her eyes, a mixture of pain and sorrow. Realization hit. He wasn't going to make it in time, there was no way. She was going to have to do this -
"Hermione!" Hermione's focus was lost as soon as her name was called. She quickly turned her head to see her husband - her sweaty, exhausted-looking mess of a husband clad in full quidditch attire - flying through the doorway, coming towards her.
"Ron!" She screamed, reaching out for him. He rushed over to her, embracing her as best he could, kissing her multiple times on the mouth and forehead, smiling like mad.
"How dare you try and do this without me, love!" He pulled away and their eyes locked. She attempted to smile, but was met with another contraction, her most painful one yet. She groaned and squeezed Ginny's hand tightly, gritting her teeth in pain. Ron took over the side he was on, taking her hand in his and kissing her forehead as she pushed.
It was as she fell back again that Hermione realized...
"Ron, you're missing the game!" Her eyes widened and she stared at him. He laughed and kissed her hand.
"You think a game is more important than this?" He shook his head, keeping her gaze. "You're insane, love. I wouldn't miss this for the world." He leaned over the bed to hug her, and in his arms, Hermione felt safe at last. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Another labor pain hit, and she screamed.
"You have to push again, Hermione!" She did as the healer said, leaning forward and pushing with all she had. She fell back again, looking at Ron, who nodded and squeezed her hand. "Almost there, Hermione, just one more! Down here, Mr. Weasley." Ron kissed Hermione's forehead, then joined Healer Kendall at the foot of the bed.
"Come on, love, just one more."
"It's almost over, sweetheart, come on."
"Almost there, Hermione, you can do it. I love you."
If anyone in the labor unit was asleep, they were surely awakened by the blood-curdling scream Hermione let out. Horrible pain shot through her entire body, and she collapsed back on her pillows, breathing hard. The room then went quiet.
A baby's cry filled the air.
Healer Kendall held up a tiny, screaming, red newborn.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. It's a-"
authors note: You guys probably hate me. I mean, two cliffhanger chapters in a row and I made you wait! Sorry it took so long, I'd go into detail, but that would take up too much time. Chapter nine is on its way! Any guesses as to what the baby is? Thanks again for all your reviews, you don't know how much it means to me to hear from people who actually enjoy reading things I've written!
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