(I just want to note that I'm not sure when Rose was actually born...I'm just making it Ch.3of this story.)
Ron felt terrible. He had betrayed her, and he felt sick. That bloody thing inside of her made Hermione....different. Really different. It made her hormonal, and hungry. All the time. "Ron...could anda go into Honeydukes and get me some cauldron cakes please?" "Hermione, if anda eat any lebih cauldron cakes, you'll turn into one." Ron walked into the living room to find Hermione lying down on the couch. She looked tired. "Mione, anda ok?" Ron rushed over to her. "Ron, the only thing that's wrong, in your opinion anyway, is that I'm pregnant." Here it comes...the famous 'it's a good thing Ron' lecture. " Believe me Mione, I cinta our baby, but... it's changed you." Hermione laughed. "Change me? Change me?! Ron, Seirously. How, has it changed me? "Loads Hermione! Loads! anda never used to be ravenous for cauldron cakes, and now anda are. And how anda change moods so quickly! You'll be crying, then firing curses at me, and then crying again! Hermione, if you're gonna stay like this forever, I'll-" Hermione leaned in and kissed me. It was slow, but sweet. Finally, she pulled away. "Ron, I want to tell anda something. Ron....the baby's coming."
4 Hours Later
They hadn't let me in. Some stupid healers didn't let me in. Not fair at all. My Mione, was screaming in pain, and they
wouldn't let me see her. I would never get to see my first child be born. All of the sudden the screaming stopped. I looked at the door to her room open. "Mr.Weasley, your-" I pushed
past the Healer. I had to see if she was okay. I saw her. She looked so tired, but joyed. She saw me. "Ron! Ron come over here.... anda won't believe it!" I walked over to see her. She had a small, round face with-her eyes. She has inherited Hermione's beautiful brown eyes. But, she had a little bit of-red-hair. Red hair. Why didn't she inherit Hermione's hair? I was hoping for miniature version of her. But, I still had the most gorgeous baby. But, there was a problem. "What should her name be?" I asked. Hermione looked like she was in a trance. "Roses.." She murmured. "Come again?" "On our first date, anda decorated te background with roses. I want her name to be Rose." "But, don't anda like lilacs?" "Simple Ron, it's gonna be Rose ungu Weasley. It sounded perfect. My perfect baby, with my perfect wife. Right now, I felt broken.