The idea for this drawing came to me after I’ve read a drabble that Monica (Spidergirl at Checkmated site) wrote last year nearly after DH. I saw my own life by the R&Hr point of view in her words. So I asked her, why not to write a one shot over this same theme? I helped Monica in the birth scene, writing a little R&Hr drabble for her in Portuguese, since she´s a young lady who didn’t have the experience of to give birth yet and I have three stories to share with her. That drabble was adapted and improved (a lot) by her for this story, our second work together that we want to share with you.

Here is a part of the fanfic:

"“Help me, Ron.”

“How can I help you, Hermione? Please, tell me!”

“Just keep looking at me, Ron. Stay close to me”

“Course, love. We are almost there.”

And taking a deep breath, Hermione opened her eyes widely and pushed with all her forces.

In that precise moment, a powerful and quite new sound filled the room.

It was a baby girl. Like Ron had guessed. Hermione couldn’t control the happy tears that were dropping on her face.

Ron’s eyes were wet too and his grinning was so intense that could warm the whole room.

The whole world.

Their looks met and nothing was needed to be said.

The healer asked Ron to leave for a few minutes. Hermione didn’t want it but she knew some medical things still needed to be done to her and the baby.

The hospital staff were congratulating her but she could only think of her Ron, who was wearing the St. Mungo’s clothes, his broad shoulders that seemed tightened on him, his red hair that she loved hiding in the hospital cap.

Minutes later, Ron joined her and their baby in her room. He holding the baby that looked smaller in his big arms.

Then he leaned into Hermione’s body so that the three of them were together and kissed her lips. A gentle but intense kiss.

“She is so pretty! And so little, like a Rose button.”

The baby moved her little arms and legs, and her head showed some hairs that looked like Ron’s. In that moment, Hermione had sure what was the name of choice among the options that she and Ron had picked as possibilites for the baby’s name if it was a girl. Ron liked Hermione’s idea of picking a nice name from one of her favorite books’ authors. Like Shakespeare.

“That’s it, Ron!”

Ron looked from the baby girl to his wife. “What?”

Hermione smiled at her husband. “Rose, Ron. Remember you liked much that name? And you compared her to a button of Rose.”

Both shared a large smile at the peaceful baby. Ron winked. “It’s lovely name, like our little girl. Now I have to read at least the book that Shakesappeal included one Rose like our girl.”

Ron softly kissed Rose’s hair and stared delightedly at her while Hermione rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s Shakespeare, Ron. And you will find that he wrote nice stories.”

Ron smirked. “I’m not so sure about that since he wrote in a weird English but you women think he had a kind of sex appeal through his writing so I swear I will read about Shakesappeal’s Rose at least.”

Hermione held Rose in her arms and gave a “I give up” smile to her husband.

He couldn’t stop staring at their baby girl. He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Welcome to this crazy world, Rosie. Your mummy and I will do everything for you to enjoy this. Your family is large and crazy but very nice. You will love them, especially your insane uncles. By the way, Hermione, why did you keep looking at me the whole time you were in labor? You got almost barmy every time I turned my head.”

Hermione felt quite exhausted and sore but also so happy, accomplished, and excited. She couldn’t avoid a large smile towards her husband question. “I was focusing on you. The healer said for me to focus on something that makes me peaceful. I have to say that spot on your nose helped a lot though.”

Ron touched his nose, his ears red. “I ate a bit of chocolate while I was waiting for the hospital clothes to watch the labor. The trainee healer said that would calm my nerves down.”

Both kept staring at their little daughter who gave them a smile and dozed off in her father’s arms.

If someone said Hermione would fall in love with that boy who had a spot on his nose during her first Hogwarts Express trip, she would have said they were wrong. She’d say the same to anyone who said that the boy who called her a nightmare would make her happy as well. Life was good and most of the time, its irony was very nice."

Here´s the link for all the story:

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The drawing was made with watercolour and watercolour pencils(NO photoshop) and of course the characters look like the actors, because is how I see them everytime I read the books or fanfics.So this is for you that have the same vision of them as I, a moment we for sure know happenned in their lives and we won´t see on the screems!