A/N: Well here it is, the ending of Room 31c...Enjoy!

Warnings: Pregnancies including mpreg- I don't really know much about it so if I got anything worng send me a message and i can change it- oh and this one is rather traumatic to Ron...

Disclaimer- I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter, and i got this plot line from AFLlover- Thank you!

Epilogue- 10 years and a helluva roller-coaster later...

If anyone had walked into the office of a certain auror at that moment, they would have seen the fiery red-head staring intently at the clock. The would have seen him counting down the seconds along with it, as if caught in the past waiting for the school bell to ring. If that person had stayed they then would have heard a large horn going off in the man's pocket, and said man falling to the floor in shock.

But no one else was there so no one saw Ron Weasley cursing his brother for meddling with the device and the Minister who made mobile phones common in the Wizarding world.

Gingerly touching his shoulder after he had fallen, he grimaced. These bloody things and bloody paper work will be the death of me! His partner had had to drop out of work for a few months due to 'medical' reasons, and since then Ron had been stuck behind a desk struggling with enough paperwork for two.

Sure he helped solve cases that way and saw clues that the others missed, but it just wasn't field work. Even with V, V, Vo... Oh come on! Voldemort gone, the dark arts were still a booming business and it kept the Aurors in work. He missed the life and death situations, although he had never thought he would, and he desperately wanted to be in the thick of it again.

His greatest incentive to go back, however, was not the long boring hours of being stuck underground and or was it the loneliness after his partner had gone. No, it was simply because paper work was dangerous.

His hands were now riddled with small scars and plasters, and if asked he would have to wave away the stories of heroic actions and tell them... 'Paper cuts.' His reputation now lay in tatters and every time someone handed him a folder they'd inquire if he could handle it. He would growl in response.

Then there was the Ministry regulated pens. They hated Ron. Each time without fail they would malfunction after a week and turn to attack him, the last giving him a nasty black eye before he had caught the damned thing. He waved goodbye to the tatters of his reputation flying out the fake windows.

'HOINK!'

"Bloody Hell!" Broken out of his thoughts by the infuriating object in his hand, Ron desperately pushed buttons to try and answer the phone call.

"Err hello?"

"RONALD WEASLEY!" He gulped.

"Yeah mum?"

"Don't you 'yeah um' me, young man. You answer your calls the second you get one you understand?"

Ron nodded despite the fact that his mother couldn't see the gesture. At 28 she could still put the fear of God into him, and he must be in deep trouble if she was using that voice. He gulped again.

"I understand!" He squeaked, and then in a gruff, macho man voice asked, "What's wrong?"

That, apparently, had been the wrong question to ask.

"WHAT'S WRONG? What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, the babies are coming and you're. Not. Here." She was even scarier when she went quiet, he thought and then it sunk in.

"Babies? Are coming? The babies?" His voice went squeaky again as the room started to blur.

"Yes Ronald, the babies are coming. St Mungo's hospital, maternity ward, rooms 27, 16b, and 31c. And hurry up!"

Hanging up, he climbed unsteadily to his feet and grabbed his bag from the desk. Taking a deep breath he started an ungainly walk/sprint/skip down to the atrium, sending folders and cages alike to crash on the floor and a sea of angry voices behind him after he had knocked into them. Near a state of panic he threw himself into the nearest open fireplace and cried,

"St Mungo's hospital!"

Coughing after throwing some of the powder into his face, Ron stumbled out of the fire and into the waiting room at St Mungo's. Floo powder had a habit of disrupting the equipment and giving patients allergic reactions, and so it was now policy to have a magical spray if you came into the hospital via the Floo network.

Finished with the spray and feeling ridiculously clean and scrubbed, he set about trying to find to maternity ward. He and Hermione had gotten married five years ago in a small ceremony for family and close friends. Sure they fought, and Hermione had been rather hormonal lately, but they worked it out, usually resulting in Ron apologising for something stupid he'd done. They had a small house on the outskirts of London and couldn't have been happier, but once they were told Hermione was expecting twins, the couple found that they could get happier.

Finally, half an hour later, he stood in front of the first door he found that his mother had told him about, Room 16c. He had wondered why she had given him three rooms but he was a man, and what did men know about these things? He would just have to trust the women in his life. Taking a deep breath he knocked and entered when he was told to.

He blinked. Blinked again. Then, just for good measure, he went out and came back in again.

"Ginny?"

Three sets of eyes turned to stare at him. Ginny was lying on the bed seemingly surprised he had turned up and Michael looked distinctly green while Mrs Weasley bustled about the room doing god knows what.

Ginny finally broke the silence. "Ron?"

Mrs Weasley clucked at them. "I was beginning to think you would never turn up Ron. Oh well at least you're here now."

Ron just stared at them trying to find the words, "Erm, mum? You said babies."

She shook her head in exasperation. "Of course I did! Hermione's in room 27 with her parents."

Murmuring good luck to Ginny, Ron made for the door only to be stopped by his mother.

"Just make sure you visit Room 31c Ronald." She smiled. Ron bolted.

Gathering his courage and little of everyone else's, Ron finally opened the door to his wife's room. Refusing to look at anywhere except the floor he mutely headed over to the bed. Knees just about hitting the bed, he finally looked into his wife's eyes.

Most people thought that she had brown eyes, but Ron knew better. They were a caramel streaked with gold and when they light hit them they had hints of green and hazel. They were beautiful and at the moment they were swimming with love but also fear. No amount of research would ever be enough for this.

Smiling his 'Hermione smile' Ron gently took her hand and pressed it to his lips, just like he had when he proposed. Hearing her parents leave the room to give them a moment alone, he slowly sat down on the bed and gathered his wife into his arms. Holding her body as it slightly shook he leaned down to talk to her.

I will not tell you what was said, for the words are theirs and theirs alone. Know this though, they spoke of love and promises and glittering futures. In that moment they were not part of the golden trio who helped bring down Voldemort, they were man and wife, about to be parents. They were themselves and each other.

Slowly, with a tear streaked face, Hermione separated herself from Ron and flashed him a reassuring look. Reaching out she traced circles into his cheek and hair and then placed her forehead on his.

"Ron, have you seen the others?"

Ron huffed. "Well I've seen Ginny and I certainly wasn't expecting that, and from the look of it neither was Michael." He laughed at the memory of his little sister's husband's face. "Then I came straight here."

"Well time for you to visit Room 31c." Ron frowned.

"What about you?"

Hermione chuckled. "I'll be fine. Go! Just remember to come back."

With one last look at his wife, Ron left the room.

The closer Ron got to Room 31c, the louder the noise got. At first it had just been a slight buzz but near the door it became louder and louder until he could pick up on stray words. With a panicky breath Ron knocked on the door.

Opening entering he was promptly attacked by a flying cushion with a deadly accuracy. Rubbing his sore nose he searched round the room only to find his auror partner and his husband staring at him.

"What are you two doing here?" It was neither of their due dates, but then they never liked being predicable.

Harry only chuckled slightly at him. "Well what do you think Ron? Personally I think we're here to give birth."

Ron turned to look at Draco, only to gape at the rather angry, sulky expression. He turned back to harry with an eyebrow raised.

"Ah don't worry about it. He's just going through the 'I'm going to be a father and a mother' phase." Ron's eyebrow disappeared into his red hair. "I had mine a few weeks back, but Draco had to go for theatrics and have his now."

Draco threw up his hands. "Hell it's not like I planned this Harry!"

Harry sighed at what was an obvious repeat of the conversation. "Just try and calm down will you. If not for me, then for the babies."

His husband seemed to deflate at this and sat back down heavily on his bed, Ron standing awkwardly in the middle of the room wishing he was far away.

"I'd do it for you anyway." Draco muttered. It had taken him three years to fully come to terms with his feelings for Harry. Lust he understood and acted on, but in the end it had taken Harry endless patience and unconditional love to finally get him to open u and say those three words. Once said the couple never went back and were soon married. That, coupled with the announcement of the pregnancies had given the press a field day, but with Draco's influence as a writer of all things and Harry's reputation they soon put stop to it.

Recognising his limit, Ron headed slowly for the door after checking that they were okay. He was just about to close the door but not before he heard Draco mutter,

"You and your bloody magic, getting us pregnant."

"I think we kinda helped there love. Besides, they're our little miracles."

Draco grumbled his retort but Ron heard the smile in it.

"Last time I ever let you top."

Greener than Michael, Ron forcefully shut the door and leaned on the nearest wall, after all there was only so much he could handle. Not only was his wife about to have a baby, so were his sister, best friend and his husband, and now he had details about said best friend's sex life! Not for the first time that day the walls began to spin around him, but this time was different.

This time Ron fainted.

A/N: Aww poor Ron...