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-----Mature Content such as labor and birth, reader discretion is advised. Story in connection with 'Another Magical Day at Hogwarts'-----

The late January air was brisk and quite chilled as Hermione Granger strode around the small camp she shared with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, making sure the protective enchantments were still holding up strong and true. She smirked softly to herself as she found her spell work was as strong as it was when first cast. A lot of self pride came with being the brightest witch of her age. Ron watched protectively from the entrance of the tent all three of them shared, he didn't like it when Hermione wandered too far from the tent, not in her condition.

"Hermione!" He calls to her, "Come back inside so you don't catch a chill!"

She rolls her eyes at him "I'm fine, and so is the baby!" She calls back, her hands going right to the large, full term bulge that pulled the abdomen of her sweater tight. A small, sputtery cough escaped her as the infant within her womb gave a hard kick to where her hands lay. The little one was very protective of his little, temporary home and would kick out at anything that dared get to close. "It's just me," She softly cooed to her distended belly, her son calming as he heard his mother's voice.

She gave a nervous chuckle as her baby nestled down into the lower part of her womb, the action bringing a new, heavier sensation to her pelvis. 'He's dropped into birthing position' She thought to herself, a nervously excited flutter going through her enlarged stomach. "Let's go back to daddy," She spoke to her son once more as she waddled back to the tent, a hand on her back as a dull ache began in that region.

"Finally, I was getting really worried," Ron gently grabbed Hermione by the arm and helped her over to a chair. Harry watched from the small table, grinning slightly. He had been there before when his own girlfriend, Emma, gave him a daughter at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts. He could truly relate to how Ron felt.

"I'm fine," Hermione protested over Ron's concerns, removing her hand from her still aching back. She kept her face a stoic mask as she looked at him 'It's just from being on my feet too long' She assured herself, though not all too convinced as the ache seemed to worsen by the minute.

"No you're not," Ron said, his hand going to her covered belly, catching the grimace of pain she let escape onto her face. Under his hand, he felt a slight tightening of her abdominal muscles. "I just felt you contract," He stated.

"I'm aware of that," She rolled her eyes once more. She loved the boy with all her heart, but sometimes he really got to her. "It's probably just those fake ones," She gave dismissive wave of her hand, a small yawn parting her lips. "I'll just see if I can sleep it off," She leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips as the walls of the tent darkened with early darkness.

This seemed to make him feel better, he trusted her judgement, maybe more than he should have, and helped her up and to her bed. "Okay, but you tell me if anything else happens," He told her as he tucked the blanket around her.

"I will," She assured him, kissing him again before rolling onto her side and falling into a restless sleep.

Ron watched her for a few moments before heading over to his best friend. "Do you think we should call Emma yet?" He asked as he sat across from Harry. "You remember that Hermione requested that Emma be here for the birth, right?"

Harry gave a nod "Yes, I remember...." He paused for moment, "....I'm not very comfortable with the idea, with Emma carrying twins and all. But she did promise, and I do want to see her and Lily. I'll call her."

"I know how you feel mate, if Hermione wasn't so stubborn, I'd have sent her into hiding from You-Know-Who with Emma," He said as Harry stood, pulling his wand from where he had stored it. The safest why to send a message was with a Patronus. Harry muttered the spell and the message and his silvery stag that represented his Patronus was off in a silvery streak of light.

Just as the Patronus had departed a light cry of pain and shock came from the bed Hermione slept in. The young woman was sat up straight, her head inches from the bunk above, her hands clasped around her stomach as the first of the contractions subsided. Ron was at her side in a flash, a worried and panicked look on his freckled face. "It's....time...." Hermione said between soft pants, looking up at the father of her child.

Ron sat down on the bed and took Hermione's hands in his, providing some comfort through his touch. "It'll be alright, Harry sent for her."

As if on cue, there was the distinct crack of someone apparating right outside the tent. "I'm here! I came as soon as I got the message!" Emma exclaimed as she came through the flaps of the tent, her and Harry's year and a half old daughter held tight in her arms.

All three of them perk up as they saw their friend and the child enter the tent. "Emma! Lily! My family!" Harry was the first to say anything, instantly on his feet closing the distance between himself and his girlfriend. He pulled her into a tight hug, giving both her and his daughter kisses, one of his hands resting on the large distension that held their twins.

"Hello love," Emma said, tears of happiness spilling from her eyes. She was joyous as she was reunited with her lover and dearest friends. Another pained sound from Hermione pulled Emma back to her senses, reminding her why she was summoned. She gave her daughter a kiss to the cheek and handed her to her father, "Go to daddy," She said softly, Harry happily taking his daughter into his arms.

Emma headed over to her best friend, giving Hermione an enthusiastic but gentle hug as best she could with their large bellies meeting in the middle and providing some resistance. They both giggled as their babies kicked against each other. "Thank you for coming," Hermione said, the dull pain from the pre-labor contractions forgotten as she reunited with her dearest friend.

"It's no problem," Emma beamed at her friend, setting the large bag she was carrying on the floor beside the bed. "How far apart are your contractions, and how long have they been going on?" She asked.

"They're about ten to fifteen minutes apart, and they started about half an hour ago," She informed her friend, "They're not too painful, more surprising." She blushed as she thought of the noises she was making when they hit.

"No need to be embarrassed, dear, contractions are surprising things," She assured her friend, giving her hand a pat.

Hermione gave a soft smile, wincing only slightly as another contraction hit her. Ron held her and kept close as her labor slowly progressed. They were all in for a long night.

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-----Mature Content such as labor and birth, reader discretion is advised. Story in connection with 'Another Magical Day at Hogwarts'-----

The late January air was brisk and quite chilled as Hermione Granger strode around the small camp she shared with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, making sure the protective enchantments were still holding up strong and true. She smirked softly to herself as she found her spell work was as strong as it was when first cast. A lot of self pride came with being the brightest witch of her age. Ron watched protectively from the entrance of the tent all three of them shared, he didn't like it when Hermione wandered too far from the tent, not in her condition.

"Hermione!" He calls to her, "Come back inside so you don't catch a chill!"

She rolls her eyes at him "I'm fine, and so is the baby!" She calls back, her hands going right to the large, full term bulge that pulled the abdomen of her sweater tight. A small, sputtery cough escaped her as the infant within her womb gave a hard kick to where her hands lay. The little one was very protective of his little, temporary home and would kick out at anything that dared get to close. "It's just me," She softly cooed to her distended belly, her son calming as he heard his mother's voice.

She gave a nervous chuckle as her baby nestled down into the lower part of her womb, the action bringing a new, heavier sensation to her pelvis. 'He's dropped into birthing position' She thought to herself, a nervously excited flutter going through her enlarged stomach. "Let's go back to daddy," She spoke to her son once more as she waddled back to the tent, a hand on her back as a dull ache began in that region.

"Finally, I was getting really worried," Ron gently grabbed Hermione by the arm and helped her over to a chair. Harry watched from the small table, grinning slightly. He had been there before when his own girlfriend, Emma, gave him a daughter at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts. He could truly relate to how Ron felt.

"I'm fine," Hermione protested over Ron's concerns, removing her hand from her still aching back. She kept her face a stoic mask as she looked at him 'It's just from being on my feet too long' She assured herself, though not all too convinced as the ache seemed to worsen by the minute.

"No you're not," Ron said, his hand going to her covered belly, catching the grimace of pain she let escape onto her face. Under his hand, he felt a slight tightening of her abdominal muscles. "I just felt you contract," He stated.

"I'm aware of that," She rolled her eyes once more. She loved the boy with all her heart, but sometimes he really got to her. "It's probably just those fake ones," She gave dismissive wave of her hand, a small yawn parting her lips. "I'll just see if I can sleep it off," She leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips as the walls of the tent darkened with early darkness.

This seemed to make him feel better, he trusted her judgement, maybe more than he should have, and helped her up and to her bed. "Okay, but you tell me if anything else happens," He told her as he tucked the blanket around her.

"I will," She assured him, kissing him again before rolling onto her side and falling into a restless sleep.

Ron watched her for a few moments before heading over to his best friend. "Do you think we should call Emma yet?" He asked as he sat across from Harry. "You remember that Hermione requested that Emma be here for the birth, right?"

Harry gave a nod "Yes, I remember...." He paused for moment, "....I'm not very comfortable with the idea, with Emma carrying twins and all. But she did promise, and I do want to see her and Lily. I'll call her."

"I know how you feel mate, if Hermione wasn't so stubborn, I'd have sent her into hiding from You-Know-Who with Emma," He said as Harry stood, pulling his wand from where he had stored it. The safest why to send a message was with a Patronus. Harry muttered the spell and the message and his silvery stag that represented his Patronus was off in a silvery streak of light.

Just as the Patronus had departed a light cry of pain and shock came from the bed Hermione slept in. The young woman was sat up straight, her head inches from the bunk above, her hands clasped around her stomach as the first of the contractions subsided. Ron was at her side in a flash, a worried and panicked look on his freckled face. "It's....time...." Hermione said between soft pants, looking up at the father of her child.

Ron sat down on the bed and took Hermione's hands in his, providing some comfort through his touch. "It'll be alright, Harry sent for her."

As if on cue, there was the distinct crack of someone apparating right outside the tent. "I'm here! I came as soon as I got the message!" Emma exclaimed as she came through the flaps of the tent, her and Harry's year and a half old daughter held tight in her arms.

All three of them perk up as they saw their friend and the child enter the tent. "Emma! Lily! My family!" Harry was the first to say anything, instantly on his feet closing the distance between himself and his girlfriend. He pulled her into a tight hug, giving both her and his daughter kisses, one of his hands resting on the large distension that held their twins.

"Hello love," Emma said, tears of happiness spilling from her eyes. She was joyous as she was reunited with her lover and dearest friends. Another pained sound from Hermione pulled Emma back to her senses, reminding her why she was summoned. She gave her daughter a kiss to the cheek and handed her to her father, "Go to daddy," She said softly, Harry happily taking his daughter into his arms.

Emma headed over to her best friend, giving Hermione an enthusiastic but gentle hug as best she could with their large bellies meeting in the middle and providing some resistance. They both giggled as their babies kicked against each other. "Thank you for coming," Hermione said, the dull pain from the pre-labor contractions forgotten as she reunited with her dearest friend.

"It's no problem," Emma beamed at her friend, setting the large bag she was carrying on the floor beside the bed. "How far apart are your contractions, and how long have they been going on?" She asked.

"They're about ten to fifteen minutes apart, and they started about half an hour ago," She informed her friend, "They're not too painful, more surprising." She blushed as she thought of the noises she was making when they hit.

"No need to be embarrassed, dear, contractions are surprising things," She assured her friend, giving her hand a pat.

Hermione gave a soft smile, wincing only slightly as another contraction hit her. Ron held her and kept close as her labor slowly progressed. They were all in for a long night.