Ron Weasley paced the lobby of St. Mungo's, his mind racing. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't. Hermione was supposed to have her baby in two months, not now. Oh, Merlin, not now.
Hermione was pregnant with their first child. During a checkup with the Healer, Hermione was told that she was going to have the baby now… there were some complications that could not be safely fixed with magic.
Ron sat down. There was no use worrying about it. Hermione would be fine. Ginny had been born early too, and Ginny was fine. Well, not exactly what you would call fine. She fell in love with a guy who didn't even notice her till she was fifteen. But other then that she was perfectly fine. So there was no reason why Hermione and the baby wouldn't be.
But women can die during child birth! The baby could die, Ron's thoughts haunted him.
Ron got up and began pacing again. It would be fine. Everything would be fine. There was no reason why it wouldn't be. Hermione could survive anything. She was perfect at everything.
But what if she isn't lucky this time?
She will be. She will be.
"Mr. Weasley?" asked Healer Rosemary.
Ron ran to her. "Is my wife okay? Is the baby okay? What's going on? Is –"
"Mr. Weasley, please calm down. Everything is fine. Mrs. Weasley will be fine and-"
"Will be? What do you mean will be?"
"Mr. Weasley, she would like to talk to you herself," Rosemary said as she led him into the room.
Inside the white room, Hermione was lying in a bed. Her hair was more bushy then usual, and she had sweat marks on her forehead. Tears were steaming down her face.
"Hermione? What is it? Are you okay? Is the baby okay? We didn't lose it? … Did we?"
"Ron, the baby is fine, but…but, it's going to be-" Hermione trailed off as more tears slid down her cheeks.
"What? Hermione, what is it?"
"The Healers said that I won't be able to have any more children. It is still a possibility, but most likely it won't happen." Three tears slid down her cheeks. Ron brushed them away.
"But, the baby?"
"She's fine. Rosemary said she is premature, but she should be fine."
"Yes, Ron. You have a daughter."
"What are we going to name her?"
"I don't know. I guess the names Jack, James or Sirius won't suit her?"
"Nope, how about …er-"
"You know it's a miracle that she is alive?"
"A real dream come true."
"She is," Hermione agreed.
"I know what we can name her!" Ron said excitedly.
"I have never heard of someone naming their daughter Dream. Maybe Dreama but not Dream."
"Then let's name her Dreama. And call her Dream for short?"
"All right. How about Virginia as her middle name? Dreama Virginia Weasley?"
"I like it."
Ron looked in the incubator, where he saw a tiny girl. Her cheeks where pink and her tiny fists were clasped tight around a pink baby blanket. She had red fuzz for hair.
Dreama Virgina Weasley sighed, and Ron knew they would be fine.
So yeah, that's the story of Dream Weasley! Thank you to Bekken and LadyChi for beta'ing this!