"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" A sharp voice rang throughout the Weasley home, and Ron made a mental note to check for broken windows as soon as it was feasible.

"Mione, what is it?" Ron cried, as he tried to make his way through a jungle of toys holding a crying two year old. He had just been putting Rose to sleep several minutes ago, but apparently, the toddler had no intention of quieting down, much less going to sleep, any time soon. By the time Ron made it into the living room, he was faced with his several months pregnant wife, with a look on her face that would make most humans fear for their lives.

"Ron," Hermione yelled, "The baby's coming!"

"Now?" Ron replied, stunned. The baby wasn't due for another two weeks.

Hermione looked incredibly exasperated. "No, in ten years," she snapped. "Yes, the baby's coming now"

Wonderful. Just wonderful. As if living with a two year old and an exceptionally hormonal Hermione wasn't enough, now the baby was coming early.

"I'll call Harry, then, to watch Rose, and then we can go to St. Mungos, alright," Ron said.

"Just go!" Hermione hissed.

Ron raced out of the room, put Rose in her crib, and ran over to the fire. Picking up a pinch of Floo powder from the bowl next to the mantle, he threw it into the fire and yelled "Potter House." After a moment, Ginny's head appeared in the fire.

"Ron," she said. "What's up?"

"Hermione. Baby. Now. Where's Harry?" he managed to get out.

"Harry got called on assignment by the IAC, something about the western bit of America and an explosion- wait did you say that Hermione's having her baby? Now?" Now Ginny looked just as frazzled as Ron. "What should I do?"

"Can you watch Rose for me?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Let me just make up a bed for Bernard," Ginny replied, and her head started to move out of the fire.

"Who the bloody hell is Bernard?" Ron yelled, his face turning an interesting shade of scarlet.

Ginny's face moved back intro the fire, and reddened as well, although for a different reason. "James saw a..a goat, at a fair we went to today, and he wanted to get him as a pet. And..well, you know how James is when he sets his mind that he wants something"

Ron did know. His nephew could be a right devil if he really wanted something.

"Whatever, just get over here as soon as you can, alright?"

Ginny nodded and left the fire.

"Goats!" Ron muttered. "Bloody goats!"

He sprinted back to the living room, now a bit out of breath.

"Alright," Ron murmured, in what he hoped was a soothing voice. "Everything will be alright"

Hermione glared. "Ron, get me to the hospital. I don't care if you have to ride a Hippogriff, just get me there NOW!"

Ron's mouth flopped open and closed for a moment, rather like a fish, but then Ginny came barging into the room.

"Ron," she shouted "I've got Ginny, you take Hermione!"

Why was everyone shouting? Ron wondered. It wasn't as though he was deaf!

"Grab that cup," Hermione instructed, indicating a small jeweled cup resting on a glowing platform.

"Right." With no idea what he was doing, Ron grabbed first the cup, then Hermione's arm, and apparated both of them to the emergency Apparition area outside St. Mungo's.

They were greeted by a blonde nurse at the door. "What can I help you w-" She stopped, having apparently just seen Hermione. "Oh dear!" she exclaimed. "Let me get you up to the maternity ward!"

A few seconds later, the nurse summoned a wheelchair, seated Hermione in it, and was striding down the hallway pushing her, with Ron jogging to keep up. After a few elevator rides, the three had made it to a hospital room in the appropriate section of the hospital. Hermione was lifted gently onto the bed with a quick Mobilicorpus, and the nurse assured her, "A doctor will be with you in a few moments"

Ron sat down in one of the supremely uncomfortable hospital chairs next to the bed, and clasped Hermione's hand. "It'll be okay, Mione, don't worry," he said, floundering to find some way of comforting her. By this point, she was breathing heavily and squeezing her eyes shut with discomfort. A doctor rushed into the room, a young woman with her hair tied back into a ponytail.

"You'll have to move," she said to Ron, and pushed both him and the chair slightly out of the way.

"Ron," Hermione got out between ragged breaths. "Get me..something to drink"

Ron obeyed without a word and left the room, searching his pocket to find a few knuts. He wasn't gonna lie, the idea of having something to do with himself was appealing at this point.

Ron made his way to the small hospital store, bought a small pumpkin juice with the 6 knuts in his pocket, and jogged back to the room. A bit out of breath once more, Ron got into the door to see a thoroughly surprising scene. The doctor was standing at the foot of Hermione's bed, holding a wailing baby, and holding Hermione's hand was none other than Draco Malfoy, wearing a leather jacket, no less. For a few moments, Ron was speechless. Than he blurted out, "What the bloody hell is he doing here?"

Apparantly seeing him for the first time, everyone in the room turned around to face Ron. The doctor's face lit up. "The father's here!" she exclaimed. "Now we can get to the official proceedings…" she began to mutter a bit more and pull some paperwork out of a drawer in the room, but Ron ignored her.

Malfoy looked startled, and both he and Hermione looked up, a bit startled. The three just looked at eachother for a few seconds, before Malfoy blurted out, "Don’t worry, Weasley, it was medicinal!"

Ron wasn't convinced, and began to advance on the offending Slytherin. The docter said something about names, but no one else seemed to hear.

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "He's alright! We've been getting on better lately, so I told him that I'd let him know when the baby was coming. He just was worried, and then the baby came, since I'd forgotten that magical children don't take as long in labor, and he was just holding my hand. That's all!"

Ron came up to Hermione and Malfoy, and grabbed Hermione's hand as well.

"You should be going then, Malfoy!".

"And the name you've chosen is?" the doctor asked, her wand extended over a piece of paper, not noticing that she was being ignored once more.

"YOU, GO!" Hermione shouted. "Both of you, go!"

"Hugo!" the doctor said brightly, tapping her wand to the paper. "What a nice name" This time she seemed to notice that no one was paying her the slightest bit of attention.

"Will someone just listen to me?" the doctor screeched, thoroughly annoyed. "Your son's been named 'Hugo', I just filled out the paperwork."

Ron, currently glaring at Malfoy, looked shocked, as did Hermione.

"We've named him what?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"Hugo," the doctor clarified. "It's official now"

Hermione gave Ron a smile. "Well, he's going to hate us for that name, but, Ron, we have a son now!"

Ron returned the smile, and then promptly collapsed, whether out of exhaustion or shock no one was quite certain.