Mudblood & Me | Completed

Chapter 7 - The baby's coming!

14 weeks and 4 days later

Hermione's POV

I was lying on the sofa in the Weasley's living room, relaxing and watching TV when suddenly Sirius burst in through the front door of the Burrow.

"Where's Molly?" He asked, staring at me. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened that led to him being in such a rush.

"I don't know where she is, she will be in the house somewhere. Why do you want her and why did you come in here in such a rush?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. I sat up slowly, my large bump weighing me down.

"Never you mind, this business is only between me, Mrs and Mr Weasley!" He said.

"I'll probably find out later anyway." I said, turning my back to him to continue to watch the TV. He sighed, obviously exasperated and I heard him open his mouth to say something before he changed his mind and walked away. I heard the door close behind him as he went through into the hallway to search for Mrs Weasley upstairs. Not long after Sirius left the room, Harry and Ginny walked in to the room hand in hand, I turned to see who was there, they looked so cute together. It made my heart hurt a little bit to see them like that, when I had nobody and I was completely alone now. I had lost two boyfriends in the span of a couple of months.

"Hey Hermione!" Harry said, he strolled over to the couch and Ginny sat on the end of the sofa squishing my feet, I protested at her because she was cutting off the blood supply to my feet but she just laughed and didn't move.

"Hi you guys." I replied, not quite as enthusiastic as Harry. I turned to Ginny, she looked as happy, and bright as Harry looked. Her brown eyes were dancing in the light, her beautiful ginger hair was straight, smooth and shiny, the complete opposite of my curly, bushy and messy brown hair. I wasn't quite sure when I last washed it, but I had no reason to. It's not as if I had somebody to impress, and I wasn't going to be impressing anybody when I was heavily pregnant and could barely move.

"What you watching?" Ginny asked, turning her attention to the TV.

"Oh, some program about the history and breeding of pygmy puffs." I replied, bored of the TV but there wasn't much else I could do with myself right now. I didn't know what I would done if they didn't have a TV, which they technically shouldn't have because it's a muggle item. But even though wizards weren't meant to have TVs, wizards still made TV shows such as the one I was watching.

"Ooh, I love pygmy puffs!" She responded. She laughed happily, as on screen, a cute, little purple pygmy puff did a gambol. I laughed too, then I instantly regretted it. I sucked in a breath as a strong wave of pain hit me, I let out a gasp. Ginny jumped up immediately and Harry came round the sofa to crouch beside me.

"What's wrong?" He asked, many emotions playing across his face, he looked at Ginny as if asking for help.

"It must be the baby." I said. "I think it's coming. The baby's coming!" I almost screamed when another wave of pain hit me, this time stronger and even more painful than before. I felt tears coming to my eyes. "Help me please, get someone!" I said, I started breathing deeply, trying to focus on something else to take my mind of the pain. Harry nodded, he and Ginny ran off into the hallway, I heard them calling for Mrs Weasley, Ron and Sirius, I heard running steps above my head, then down the stairs and then they all flooded into the living room. Which is definitely not what I needed right now, a crowd of people watching me suffer. Mrs Weasley quickly got things under control though, bossing people about and telling them what to do, she called for the others asking them for help too. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead, I bit so hard down on my lip trying not to be so loud in I cut my lip, which just added to my pain.

4 hours later

After 4 hours of hard labour, I was in my bed in new pyjamas, but I was still sweaty from what I had just been through and my hair was like a frizzy halo around my head. But that didn't matter, I was holding a small bundle that was my new daughter. I had been thinking of different names for her since I had been cleaned up, but I hadn't really liked any of them, none of them worked. I just kept on moving through all my name options, I looked out my window and I saw the willow tree branches blowing in the breeze, over by the garden pond. The willow was a beautiful tree then it hit me that Willow was a good name. Willow but Willow what? She should have a middle name, like I did. Marie, it was a short but sweet middle name and it was also my mum's middle name, perfect! Many names reappeared through families, it helped tie the new children to their ancestors. Willow Marie. Willow Marie Granger. She should take my second name because I'm not married. But she is Ron's daughter, maybe it should be Weasley instead. I didn't know what to do, maybe I should marry Ron, that would solve the question of Willow's second name and she would have a whole family, a mum and a dad. It's not as if there was somebody else I could be with, Draco was gone. I didn't know there were so many decisions to be made. And I had no idea what to decide for any of them.