Ron Dreams Of Hermione

*Epilogue*

Ron waited impatiently in the lobby, starring at the floor in terror, panic, and worry.

How long does it take? Where's the nurse? Did something go wrong? Why am I not aloud in?

Suddenly, the double white doors burst opened, followed by Harry, Ginny, and their very young sons, James and Albus.

"What's the news?" questioned Harry with concern as they approached Ron. James eyes were the size of quaffles from the wonders of the hospital, while Ginny's were wide for another reason.

"I don't know. I've been out here for awhile without any info," Ron informed. He rubbed the back of his neck in worry. "How's it, Ginny?" asked Ron to change the mood.

"I'm fine," stated Ginny, automatically grabbing her stomach. She has been pregnant with Her and Harry's third child for nearly six months and yet her stomach remained small, just like when she was carry James and Al. This worried Ron because, just some days ago he had told Hermione about his worries of her birth because of the extra large size of her stomach. She said to not worry, that the baby was quick at growing, but now fear crossed Ron's pale face.

"Where's the little one?" asked Harry. Ron knew he was talking about his and Hermione's daughter Rose, who is just two years old. She had carried Ron's deep ginger hair but with Hermione's waves, his deep blue eyes, and Hermione's intelligence. There was no doubt she was a mix of them both.

"Rose is with Mum at the snack store. She was hungry and I didn't want her—"

"—To see you like this?" finished Ginny. She was also worried of Hermione and had asked James and little Al to go sit on the blue chairs.

"So what happened?" asked Harry.

Ron sighed before he spoke, having told the story to his parents just an hour ago. " We were having lunch when Hermione just suddenly started crying and her face was in such pain. Not the same as when she had Rose, but like she was actually being stabbed or something. I sent an owl to Mum to come to the hospital and then on the way here, she was badly screaming. It was so horrible that I went a little too fast, but when we came here, the nurse told me that no one can come inside."

"They wouldn't let you in?" asked a bewildered Ginny.

"No, and if Rose was with us instead of Mum I would have agreed, but it was…awful." Ron felt as if he were on the verge of tears. He was married to Hermione for nearly six years, and to think her life was on the line made his heart tear inside.

From the doors that Hermione was taken into opened. A small woman with tan skin and a large nose wearing a nurse outfit stepped out with a clipboard in her hands.

"Mr. Weasley?" she called out when reading the clipboard.

Ron nearly sprinted into her, his body shaking nervously. Harry followed up close behind, along with Ginny who still kept her eyes on James and Al.

"That's me! What happened? Is she all right? How's the baby? Did something go wrong? Are they ok—"

"Mr. Weasley, calm down," informed the woman with a foreign accent.

"Sorry," Ron quickly said. Ginny grabbed his hand for comfort while Harry said, "he's just a little anxious."

"They all are," said the woman. She looked again at the clipboard reading off the information that she had.

"However, your wife was a rare case. The baby was rather large and came out to roughly, so he damaged her insides a bit."

"So she is alive? Thank god!" yelled Ron in relief. Then something else the woman said caught his attention. "He damaged her? So it's a boy?" when the woman nodded in response, Ron jumped up and down like a four-year-old getting his first broomstick. "It's a boy! It's a boy! I have a son!"

"You may go in," said the woman with a smile. Ro n darted into the room, pride and joy bursting from him.

Hermione was lying with a white sheet covering her waist and downwards, wearing a blue robe. Her hair was soaked and pulled from her soft face, her eyes tiresome yet sparkling with happiness when she spotted Ron in the doorway.

"Ron," she spoke, and Ron's mind spinned. Memories of their life together flashed through Ron's brain:

*****"Ronald!" yelled an annoyed Hermione at an eleven-year-old Ron. "What? Did I say something important?" "No! You spilled pumpkin juice on my books!" "So?" "Really, I just can't stand you."

*****" Thank you!" Hermione cried in joy, hugging Ron for volunteering to help with Buckbeak's trial, "Ahh, sure, whatever," Ron said while patting Hermione's head, noticing her hair was quite smooth.

*****"How does it feel to get around after being poisoned?" asked a concerned Hermione. Ron walked a little taller to seem fine, but the quick movement jolted pain in his stomach. As he doubled over, Hermione grabbed him around the middle, sending a tingling on his skin. "As long as you're here to help, I think I can manage."

*****"You ready?" asked Ron. Hermione held his hand, leading it, so that it rested on the top button of her blouse. "I'm all yours," she whispered sweetly.

*****Hermione held the hands of little Rose, who cried out in delight when Ron made a rainbow spring from his wand. "She loves when you do that," smiled Hermione. Ron stepped closer and kissed her cheek. "And I love the both of you."

Ron came up to the bedside, warmth growing on him with the image of Hermione there, holding their son.

"Take a look, he doesn't bite. Then again, he could be a hungry fella like you." Said Hermione as she held out the delegate baby. Ron peered over to see their son had short dark hair that was matted with moist. When Ron gently pulled the wrapping from their baby's face, their son lifted his head to him… with the reflection of Hermione's eyes. He cried out, causing Ron to pull back in shock. Hermione laughed lightly at this.

"Why is he crying when he sees me? Rose never did that," asked a worried Ron.

"Ron, he's a newborn baby boy. Your Mom told me that all wizarding boy cries a lot. I don't know exactly why, but that's how it is."

"Oh," Ron sighed. He sat in the chair near Hermione's head and placed his hand on her cheek. She smiled back, closing her eyes for rest. Ron knew she needed it, because the screaming she did must have taken a lot out of her. Suddenly, Hermione's eyes opened wide.

"Ron, what are we going to call him?" He pondered on that, knowing that since he and Hermione had agreed some years ago when they first married, they only wanted two kids. This was going be there youngest child, so they had to choose carefully. It was easier with Rose. Hermione loved roses, her hair was that shade of ginger, and Ron went along with whatever she wanted. But it was their son. He shrugged it off, knowing what name Hermione came up with would fit perfectly. But he thought wrong.

"Why don't you name him?" Hermione suggested, " after all, I named our daughter, so you can name our son."

"Ron's head whirled in panic. What could match the Hermione-brilliant eyes and the so Ron-like personality? He searched his memory, but was coming with a blank.

Then, something popped inside his brain. A name that fitted a face he had saw years back, and not a real face, but a dream face. A name that was part of the chain of dreams Ron had never forgotten.

"Hugo," stated Ron with satisfaction.

"Hugo? Hugo…I like it! But if you don't mind me asking, why Hugo?" asked a curious Hermione.

"Well," started Ron as he wrapped his arm around her, "it happened in our sixth year, when I was unconscious in the hospital wing. You see I had a dream."

"A dream?"

"About you."

"Me? Are you kidding me, Ronald Weasley?"

"No."

"So, what happened?"

"I dreamed of you, Mione."

So, what did you guys think? I wanted to end it with Ron saying the title of the story, but I couldn't think of a way.

I hope you enjoyed this, and that in one of the flash backs that Ron has of him and Hermione having you-know-what the first time will be my next story. I might be late with it though, because I'm going to write a story on Twilight entitled:

The Other Bella Swan

SEE YA!