Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Story Consultant: WesleyY7
Total Word Count: 11,237
Chapter 26 Edit Date: 03/16/2009
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FYI: I had four children naturally - two in a birthing center, and one was nearly born at home – which means, my description of labor is, I hope, fairly accurate. I had to add drama to this, for interest sake, so don't roll your eyes too much! Hope you all enjoy the chapter...
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WesleyY7 – Yes! Nearly twisted my arms off with words! Amazing how much words can hurt! Had me quaking in my boots, you did. OK, so they were crocs, but I was still quaking... I hear green apple jelly goes well with lamb! As for Ron, I can't imagine being in his shoes – to realize how twisted his life had become and he never realized he was just a pawn... I roared at your comment about half the stories on AFF for Snape! *I* think it's more than half the stories on the net, not just AFF! Grrrrrr, I hate that song! Hate it! Hate it!
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abbi cee – Sirius just has a serious case of Kreacher's Night School is all! His mind was slipping before Kreacher started having fun... Spiking the food, hmmmm, that's an idea! No, Molly would never stand for it... Laughed on the Molly and the dull carving knife comment! Bella, she is one who can never be trusted, isn't she?
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soniab – Poor Ron! Oh, my! You want him to get the ax? We'll see, we'll see... What would happen to Ginny if Ron got snuffed? Oh, yeah, Harry... Ya, Remus and Snape are cool, I love their characters...
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mrsfloyd – Why does your nick sound familiar? Do you have stories elsewhere on the net? Thanks for the review – better late then never! Glad you are enjoying the story so far, hope it remains suspenseful w/o becoming too boring...
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Chapter 26 – Labor Ne Plus Ultra

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Story Date: May 1, 1996 (that evening)

Water gushed from around his penis and Hermione attempted to wrench herself away gasping in pain; sensing her struggles but not understanding why she was suddenly pulling from him, he tightened his hands on her hips as he continued to rhythmically and forcefully fornicate her. She pulled her mouth away from Sirius, his hands grabbing for her, trying to keep her in place.

“Ow! Ow! Remus, it hurts! Ow!”

“Hermione, what the fuck is wrong?” Sirius' voice was irritated as he tried to make her take him into her mouth again. He was soooo close and she had stopped at a critical moment.

“OW! I think my water broke! It hurts, Sirius, it hurts!”

She felt a tightening begin high in her belly, below her breasts, and move down the rest of her abdomen as the tip of Remus' penis continued to batter her cervix, making her pain increase tenfold. She reached back and tried to pry Remus' hand off her hip.

“Please! Please, make him stop!”

Sirius looked up at Remus, knowing it would be near impossible to stop him, especially since he was so close to climax. He looked down at Hermione as she writhed beneath the other man, Remus' hands holding her hips in a bruising grip as she cried out in pain. He decided to let Remus continue on, figuring her pain wouldn't last much longer. Besides, if this was her first contraction, how strong could it really be?

He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her face up and pushing his dick back into her mouth. With a grunt, he ordered, “Just keep doing what you do best, he'll be done soon.”

He closed his eyes and continued to slide himself in and out, his fingers twisting into her hair so she couldn't pull away from him again.

Hermione continued to squirm, but also continued to perform oral sex on Sirius as the contraction ebbed away, hoping he'd be finished before the next began. Finally, a few minutes later, she was relieved when she could swallow his thick globs of semen before she felt the tightening begin, her fearful attention now focused on Remus finishing before the next contraction.

“Please, please, Remus, hurry! Oh, hurry!”

She began to cry as she felt the fundus of her uterus start to tighten, feeling as if the apex of her abdomen was knotting up, then felt the tightening course down the corpus of her uterus and turn into a breath-taking charlie-horse type of pain as he continued to pound into her. She hurt so much she couldn't speak, couldn't plead; all she could do was grab at the sheets and pull as she struggled to breathe, tears falling from her eyes. She felt Sirius curiously put his hand on her belly, feeling for her contraction before he began to lightly rub her in an effort to soothe her.

Finally, the contraction over, her head digging into the mattress, she took in a deep breath and cried out, “It hurts! It hurts! Make him stop!”

“He'll be done soon, just let him finish.” His voice was a cross between irritation and unease as he watched Remus' cock enter and exit her quim in great fleshy slams as their thighs slapped together and her body jiggled enticingly. Sirius wasn't sure how Remus would respond if he tried to stop him mid-fuck, and he wasn't about to try as the memory of the other man's strong fingers around his throat and closing off his airway fueled a fear in him he hadn't known for a while. 'Besides', he reasoned, 'he'll be done soon enough.'

Behind him, Kreacher smiled as he looked approvingly at his Master, not knowing the true thoughts of his Master for not interfering on behalf of the Mudblood. As far as he was concerned, his Master had become perfect when it came to the Mudblood sex slave. He didn't put up with her shenanigans anymore, he kept true to his promise to tie her down, and had become very strict with her – not allowing her to do anything without his permission.

Kreacher enjoyed her tied down to the bed, his sense of power unquestioned, his fun undisturbed since she couldn't pull away or use her hands to push him away. He was working on his Master to keep her restrained from now on, his enjoyment of her in that state so complete. His eyes turned to glance at the Wolf with malevolent eyes - he was his problem child. He kept trying to undo his teaching of his Master. Kreacher looked at the Slave again, he didn't bother teaching her anymore, her body responded automatically no matter how hard she tried to stop it. He smiled; it was a waste of time teaching her now anyway because he didn't need her to initiate anything, she just did what she was supposed to as soon as her body began to react to the men; if she tried to refuse what Master wanted, he merely Imperiused her like when he had her do the red-headed Rabbits.

Kreacher smiled broadly as he remembered the night of The Rabbits. Master had been so deliciously cruel, commanding them to do things while under the Imperius, that it made him proud. There had been too many of them for Master to deal with, and the Wolf had continuously interrupted the action to the point that Master finally Imperiused him as well, then made him join in on the fun as punishment.

'Ah yes,' he took in a happy sigh, 'that WAS a wonderful night.' Smiling even wider, Kreacher giggled when he thought about the fact that Master made the Rabbits take the Vow, then refused to modify their memories, knowing they couldn't tell anyone about what had happened to them. Then he sent them upstairs to stew in their own misery. It was pure genius, what his Master did. Oh, yes, it was.

Contentedly, he continued to reminisce about that night. None of the adults upstairs missed any of them since they were supposed to be asleep while home on Easter vacation – it really was a shame they were back at Hogwarts again. Kreacher frowned a bit, then brightened up at the thought that elves could at least use their own special magic to Apparate within the castle walls without detection. He thought again of the Rabbit night, remembering his Master's excitement when he brought the twins down for a cameo appearance. Master had been delighted to watch them as they repeatedly did each other, unfortunately having to be put under the Imperius in order to follow orders, for his own amusement. Once Master was done having the twins do all sorts of depraved acts with each other and with their siblings, he modified their memory, saying they were too sneaky and would figure out a way to give information about him and his activities to the 'Headmaster of the Brats'.

And, when the girls had been forced to do each other again, he could tell the Wolf and Buck were fascinated with the sight before them in spite of themselves – each of them getting a huge boner as they watched - their minds properly horrified but their bodies excited just the same. Master had taken advantage of that situation when he made the two animals go down on each other – Rabbit and Wolf, symbolically predator and prey. Kreacher giggled when he remembered the two circles of people sucking each other off and moaning while writhing uncontrollably – and every one of them being deliciously forced to perform unwillingly on the other while they orgasmed repeatedly. Oh, yes, that was fun to watch. Oh, yes, it was.

Contentedly, he thought about all the combinations of species he had to use in his little zoo, his Master making each do the other and laughing as he watched, joining in when he felt the need, leaving Kreacher to direct the show as his Master lost himself in his lust.

With a struggle, he brought himself back to the here and now; watching the girl cry pitifully as the Wolf fucked her, his pumping action becoming irregular and starting to slow as he began to climax, his fingers digging into her hips so hard the elf was sure she'd be sporting bruises. He closed his eyes and listened to the wet sucking sounds of the Wolf's huge dick plunging in and out of the Slave as he shot his load into her, emitting his usual grumbling growl as he did so. Her crying was somewhat annoying, but he was able to ignore it since the Wolf was louder.

Kreacher opened his eyes when he heard the Wolf pull out of her, watching as she rolled onto her side and curled up, her crying intensifying as another contraction apparently overcame her. Kreacher rolled his eyes - this was going to be a long, annoying night as she pushed that damned brat out.

Remus felt Hermione collapse beneath him instead of staying up on all fours as she usually did while he gasped onto her back, his hands that normally rubbed her belly as he leaned on her having to hold him up as she rolled onto her side. He struggled to come to his senses after mating with her, his mind slowly becoming aware of her crying as he watched her clutching at her belly.

Shaking his head, he leaned down so he was close to her face. “Hermione? What's the matter, hon?” He pulled her hair, wet with perspiration, out of her face, then rubbed his hand along her back as he crawled off the bed.

Sirius' voice was soft as he informed Remus of the problem. “I do believe she's gone into labor.” Remus looked up sharply at Sirius, his eyes widening and his brows going up in shock. “Her water broke while you were in the process of fucking her.”

“Merlin.” Remus turned worried eyes towards Hermione as she began to relax, her panting becoming less frantic. He lay down so he faced her. “I'm sorry, Hermione, I'm so sorry, I didn't know.”

Tearfully, Hermione reached up and touched his cheek. “I know you didn't, Remus.” Slowly, she sat up as she wiped her tears away. “I'm scared.”

Remus sat up as she did, a hand on her belly. “I know you are, sweetie. But you're a fighter, Hermione, you'll go through this just fine. I'll be here to help you, you won't be alone.”

“Hey! I think I should be the one to help her, not you!” Sirius' angry tone left nothing to the imagination as to how indignant he felt. 'How dare he come down and take over like that! I've been the one with her since we found out about the baby! I should help her with this!'

Hermione looked at Sirius quietly. She both wanted him to help and didn't want him to. He had changed so much in the last few months that she struggled to find any comfort from his words or his touch anymore. She used to be able to, but now she couldn't. She had turned all of her hopes and fragile emotions towards Remus, feeling he was far more stable and not as subject to Kreacher's whims as Sirius was.

She feared Sirius would send Remus away, and knew that he could do it by telling Kreacher to remove him. Tearfully, she grabbed at Sirius. “Please, Sirius! I want you both here! I'm scared and you know me better than Remus, you'll know if things go wrong before he will. But I want him here, too. Please? The two of you can help me. Please?”

With big eyes, she watched as Sirius looked at her, his own eyes seeming to soften as he relaxed to her begging; his ego stroked as she gave him control.

She frowned as she began to feel the tightening of her uterus again, starting at the top and working its way down, sure she was feeling her cervix being pulled open forcefully against it's will. Her diaphragm seemed to join in on the action, making it hard to take in a deep breath. She threw her arms around Sirius' neck and whimpered as she struggled to ride through the pain. She felt as if she couldn't breathe fast enough and her lips begin to tingle as her fear escalated. She heard screaming somewhere in the background which increased her fear. Suddenly, she felt her fingers being pulled apart, her hands enclosed in much larger ones, and she felt her body being pulled backwards, away from Sirius, as darkness overcame her.

Remus watched with concern as Hermione began to panic with her contraction and threw her arms around Sirius, her hyperventilating and screaming causing both men to look at each other with surprise, and more than a little worry. Remus reached up and clutched at her hands, yanking them apart as he pulled her away from Sirius and back against him, realizing at the last moment that she had passed out from hyperventilating as her body slumped against him heavily.

“Why are her contractions so strong? Shouldn't they start out mild?” Sirius pulled on a pair of pants before waving his wand over the bed – both drying it from her water and straightening the covers for her to lie on. His expression was one of deep concern.

Remus gave Sirius a look of confusion, not sure why the man suddenly seemed so worried when he abused her as badly as he did. He just couldn't figure him out, try as he might – sometimes he was sure the Kreacher induced mania was fighting Sirius' true inner self, both vying for dominance.

“I don't know. Could it be due to my ejaculating into her after her water broke? Gods, Sirius, I'm pretty sure that can cause infection. I hope she doesn't become ill from that.” He twisted around to look at the other man. “Why didn't you stop me when you realized what was happening to her?”

Remus picked her up as she began to regain consciousness, laying her on the now clean, warm, and dry bed. Quickly, he dressed as Sirius performed a cleaning charm on her, though he noted Sirius didn't dare clean her vaginal canal from his leavings, knowing the cleaning spell would wreak havoc with the insides of her uterus.

“Yeah, right, Remus. I'm going to stop you in the middle of a fuck. You nearly strangled me when you were eating her out, so how the fuck am I going to stop you in the middle of a fucking fuck?”

Remus gave Sirius an annoyed look, uneasily acknowledging Sirius' point, knowing the man was right.

Hermione sat up as she began to hyperventilate again, her eyes wide open and wild looking. “I want my mum! I want my mum! Go get my mum!”

“Calm down, Hermione, calm down!” Sirius went to grab at her hand but she flinched and snatched it away from him with a whimper.

“I want my mummy!”

“Hermione, come on now. We can't get your mum.” Carefully, Remus reached down and grabbed at her hand, and was pleased to find that she clutched at it as she pulled herself to her knees.

“Why not? Get my mum! I'm scared! I want my mum!”

“Hermione, get a hold of yourself! Gods, girl, the contractions will only get worse until the baby comes and you're falling apart already!”

“Sirius! Have some compassion.”

“Fuck, Remus! It's not like women don't go through this every day of the year! And have done so since the beginning of time! And she's falling apart after just a few contractions? Gods, this is going to fucking suck!”

“She's also had no birth training, no prenatal care, has just been fucked during those contractions, and is only sixteen having her first child! I think she has a right to fall apart a bit.”

Sirius climbed off of the bed in a huff. “Fuck!”

Walking away, Sirius could hear Remus as he tried to talk some sense into his Kitten with a strained, though calm, voice. Why was he so irritated with her lately? Remus was right, she had a right to be frightened and a right to voice her fears. He had no idea how much pain she was in, not really, so how could he judge her reactions to it? He knew, though, that the contractions should start off slowly and not be as painful, working themselves in intensity over a few hours. Could Remus' ejaculate have caused her contractions to strengthen like that? Would it put her or the baby in danger? Crossing his arms, he turned to look at them as he watched her tighten up with another contraction, her hands clutching at Remus as he continued to speak to her calmly, his hand coming up to rub her back.

He turned away and sat down in a kitchen chair, the sunshiny yellow of the kitchen a nice contrast to the rest of the blues in the room. He smiled when he remembered how Hermione had begged him, shortly after bringing her down, to change the color of that part of the room from the pale blues to a yellow color scheme. Once he was finished, he had to admit that the colors worked nicely with the rest of the room; the yellows seeming to give the kitchen section a warm glow. Now, six months later, he sat in that same room and brooded while his Kitten struggled as she labored to bring a child into the world that didn't belong to him. He frowned, wishing once again that the child was his. Scowling, he thought about how he had fucked Ginny after forcing her to drink the fertility potion, not once but twice, realizing he really didn't want her to have his baby. He took in a deep sigh, now hoping that the potion somehow didn't take effect. He snorted – with his luck, Ron's sperm would beat him out again anyway.

Hermione could only think of her mum, and continued to beg for them to bring her. The contractions were strong and overwhelming; any breathing technique she had read about in the books on labor quickly went out the window as she began to hyperventilate and scream at the height of each contraction, which would come in twos and threes and which seemed never-ending, before easing off and giving her a few minutes' break. She clutched at both Remus and Sirius as she struggled to deal with the labor pains, pulling herself up onto her knees with each contraction despite the fact that the men tried to keep her lying down. She fainted more than once, and screamed awake when another contraction hit her.

Kreacher watched the men with disdain – the Wolf trying to comfort the Slave, his Master watching forlornly. What happened to his beautiful Master? He should be tying her down on the bed until the brat was born! He grumbled angrily. 'Humans can be so unpredictable!'

Sirius heard a grumbling sound next to him and looked down to see Kreacher staring at Hermione and Remus, a most unpleasant look on his face. Kreacher looked up at him and scowled.

“Master, the Mudblood is being too noisy. You can silence her with a charm. Tie her to the bed so she doesn't keep bothering you.”

“Uh, no, no, I'm not going to do that.”

“But, you are distressed, Master. Slaves aren't supposed to distress their Masters. Oh, no, they aren't.”

Sirius became entranced with Kreacher's voice as he spoke. 'Sometimes I could just listen to him for hours. His voice is so nice to listen to.' Eyes opening wide, he shook his head in alarm as he began thinking that tying her down on the bed would be a good thing to do. He actually saw himself attaching the cuffs to her wrists as she silently screamed in her agony.

“Yes, Master. She'll be quiet and in the bed where she belongs. You and the Wolf could do anything you want with her before the brat comes. Go on, Master. You know what needs to be done.”

“No, fuck no! She's in labor, Kreacher. I'm not tying her to the bed while she's in labor. Gods, what kind of animal do you think I am?”

Kreacher quailed under Sirius' anger. “But, Master, look at how tense you are. It is all because of the Mudblood. Oh, yes, it is. You can fix that so easily. Sooooo easily.”

Again, Sirius shook his head, this time standing up and walking away from Kreacher. He twisted his body once to look back at the elf, then turned around again and continued walking away as he listened to his Kitten start screaming in pain. 'Gods, this is going to be nerve-wracking!'

He threw himself down onto the couch as he ran his fingers through his hair, remembering the times he had made love to her there. Then he looked at the table and chair and other places where they had fucked. He did enjoy her body a great deal, and there had been a time when he would sit and talk with her, marveling at her knowledge and good nature. Something had changed between them, but he didn't know what. She annoyed him more and more each day, it seemed. He would feel anger bubbling up within him when she talked, her voice grating on his nerves. She had become so big with child that she had trouble fucking him like he wanted, which would piss him off and he'd take it out on her. Then she'd cry, and that would aggravate him even more. What the fuck had happened to his being enraptured by her? Where did that go?

Her screaming made him shudder and he fought the anger boiling within the pit of his stomach as it tried to force it's way out of him explosively, his body tightening as he fought for control.

Remus held onto Hermione as her screams became weaker with each breath she took. He could feel her abdomen tightening up as she clutched him around his neck, her belly against his. He was amazed how hard and unyielding her belly became at the height of each contraction, and he wanted nothing more than to make her pain go away. Her frantic begging for her mother would start at the beginning of each contraction until the pain became so much that she would lose control and scream, her screams reaching a peak and then weakening. At times, she would stop breathing altogether as the huge wave of pain peaked, sometimes literally passing out before the contraction crested and ebbed away. Usually though, the pain would begin to dissipate and she would begin taking in huge gasping breaths and whine until the contraction ended.

Sometimes she would hyperventilate until she passed out, but there didn't seem to be any pattern she followed when she did this – it occurred at any time during a contraction as well as in between. At the height of her respiratory distress, her fingers would seem to cramp up and become distorted, her toes curling while her legs drew up, her eyes rolling around strangely - all the while pathetically whining and gasping for her mum. He had a feeling she was experiencing anxiety attacks when she did all this, but, having never witnessed someone have one, he couldn't be positive.

One thing he did know for sure was that she was scaring the shit out of him as her labor progressed.

Hermione was so grateful that Remus stayed with her as she made a fool of herself. At one point, she feared she had defecated though she wasn't positive; horrified, she watched as Remus calmly cleaned her up the Muggle way since he didn't have a wand to magically perform the cleaning spell. She didn't know how long she had been in labor when she doo-doo'd on herself, but she felt like it had been at least a dozen hours or more. She was sure she had a million hours to go before the baby was finally born and she wasn't sure she could do it. When she thought of how much longer labor might last, she would burst into tears, and no matter what Remus did, she couldn't calm down.

At some point, she began to experience waves of nausea, vomiting a few times and messing on herself – which only caused a fresh bout of tears as she begged them to bring her mum to her. They never talked about labor being like this in the books. The women all looked fresh and clean as they pushed their babies out while everyone around them smiled. Here she was, shamefully vomiting and urinating and shitting on herself, all sweaty and smelly, frantic and screaming, an ugly mess and the baby wasn't anywhere near coming yet.

She knew she had made Sirius angry with her for not being like those women in the books, something she desperately didn't want to do. It was bad enough the baby didn't belong to him, she didn't need him angry with her as well. What would he do if she continued to make him angry?

She didn't realize it, but she had dilated from 2cm with 50% effacement when her contractions first began to 8cm with 100% effacement within a few hours. As labor progressed, she slowly became dehydrated, the room seeming to move about at odd angles, Remus' voice sounding strangely far away as time seemed to stop so it could prolong her agonies.

Suddenly, thankfully, she saw Mrs. Weasley swim in her vision as she writhed and screamed for her mum. She watched as Mrs. Weasley barked orders at both men as she prepared herself for the birth of the baby by rolling her sleeves up and spelling her hair back with a single twitch of her wand. Hermione wasn't sure if Mrs. Weasley was real at first, due to her perception during a contraction becoming distorted, but she was glad she was there in spirit even if she was a figment of her imagination. Finally, with the contraction over, she realized Mrs. Weasley was a solid, breathing person and she felt herself relax somewhat, somehow feeling sure everything would be all right now that she was there.

“There, there, dear, it's all right.” Mrs. Weasley wiped Hermione's face off with a cool washrag as she spoke in comforting tones. “You're in labor, you know that, don't you? You need to get better control of yourself during the contractions, dear. They won't be so bad if you remain in control. Do you understand? Listen to my instructions and it'll be all over soon.”

“I want my mum!”

“I know you do, dear, I know you do.” Mrs. Weasley gave her a worried smile before giving her a hug. “I hope I'm a good substitute for your mum, dear.”

“You are, you are!” Hermione hauled herself up onto her knees as another contraction wracked through her. “I want my mum!” She grabbed at Remus and began to claw at him, her nails now raking the back of his jacket, for he had donned it after a few scratches too many during her frantic attempts to deal with the pain. “I want my mummy!”

Remus held onto Hermione tightly, rubbing her back as she writhed through another contraction. He guessed she had been in labor for almost two hours now, two long and frightening hours as she went from single contractions to double with nearly every episode, at times going into a third as she struggled to breathe through the pain. Her frightened crying for her mother and the alarming rate and intensity of her contractions finally prompted Sirius to get Molly via Kreacher.

Once brought down, and after a moment's hesitation, where she took in the sight of a panicked Hermione in labor and assessed the situation at hand, she took charge and had them pouring cool water into a basin from their wands to help wipe Hermione down, had them gathering linen in case of excessive bleeding, and had Sirius set a large paper fan to fluttering on the other side of the room to help clear the stuffiness that had permeated the birthing area. He was grateful she held off her questions for the moment, sure she had some pretty bad thoughts going through her head about a naked teen in labor - a teen who had been missing for months - and two grown men with her.

Finally finished doing Molly's bidding, Sirius watched Remus hug his Kitten as she dealt with another contraction, smarting a bit because she didn't really want him holding her. Thinking back on what had been going on of late, he guessed he couldn't blame her. She just needed to handle things better, her losing control while in labor merely proved that point.

After the latest contraction was over and Remus helped Hermione lie down, Sirius sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped her off with a cool rag, giving her time to catch her breath and calm down a little. He now felt kind of bad for forcing her to perform oral sex on him when her labor started, having no idea how much pain she was in at the time – he just figured that if her labor was indeed beginning, that the cramping was mild and she was over-reacting. He looked at Remus, wondering if he felt guilty as well. He leaned over and wiped her down some more, then gave her a smile when she looked at him tiredly. His smile fell away when she began to cry.

“I want to go back upstairs, Sirius. Please? Don't keep me down here anymore.”

“Uh, Kitten, things will get better once, uh, the baby is born. You'll see.”

She grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into it. “Don't hurt the baby, please?”

“I won't, Kitten. I promise, I won't.”

“I don't want to be down here. Please? I'll be good. I won't tell anyone, I promise. Please?”

He looked at her silently, not sure what to say.

“I thought you loved me, you said you took me because you loved me.”

He clutched her hand. “I do, baby, I do love you.”

But, before he was finished talking, she was pulling herself up onto her knees again, grabbing at Remus as she screamed through the beginning of another contraction.

Hermione couldn't believe when Sirius told her that things would get better once the baby was born. If anything, she was sure things would get worse once he didn't have to worry about her big, bulky body going into labor. As the next contraction hit, she had grabbed at Remus, not wanting Sirius touching her anymore. He was the reason for her being pregnant in the first place, and it wasn't even his child! He was the reason she had to suffer through this horrid labor without medication or help of any kind. He was the reason her life was a total mess!

She found she couldn't think at all once the contractions got to a certain point. First, they started out as a tightening just under her diaphragm, nearly taking her breath away. Then she felt the tightening move down her uterus, encompassing the whole organ before becoming truly painful, her breath taken away at its peak. She literally felt her cervix opening with each contraction as the baby's head was pushed against it. Even her vagina seemed to want in on the action as it would begin to throb, the little waves of an almost burning ache starting at her cervix and moving to her vaginal rim where it seemed to radiate a strange, discomforting, aching heat. Her back was a near constant misery to her and her legs ached as well. She would feel absolute relief when the contraction would being to abate, it going almost completely away before beginning all over again – always starting with the tightening just under her diaphragm. When the second (or third) contraction would ensue, she would cry even harder - Remus' advice to take in deep breaths completely ignored as her frantic, terror-filled mind acknowledged that, yes, indeed, it was another contraction and that no, she had no time to relax from the last one. She welcomed it whenever she passed out, not knowing that that meant the acid-base level in her blood was having havoc wreaked upon it and affecting the baby.

Sirius watched with great jealousy as Remus comforted his Kitten. In anger, he turned and was confronted by an angry Molly, hands on her hips.

“What has been going on down here, Sirius?”

“What do you think, Molly? Hermione is in labor.”

Molly's lips became a thin line. Sirius wondered if all women did that when irritated once they became a mother.

“Don't play word games with me, Sirius Black. I'm the mother of Fred and George, and they can't get away with it, so what makes you think you can?”

Sirius tried to push past her, wanting to ignore her line of questioning, but she wouldn't leave him be as she followed him, peppering him with questions.

“How did she get down here, Sirius? Who brought her down? You know how we've all been looking for her! And she's been down here? Has she been here all this time? Sirius! Answer me! Have you known she's been here all this time? Well? Have you? And you said nothing? You even denied knowledge of her whereabouts!”

Sirius finally turned to glare at her silently, his arms crossed defiantly.

“Why, then, is she begging you,” she tapped him in the chest with a hard finger, “to let her go back upstairs if you didn't know where she was?”

He pushed her finger away in irritation. “Molly, not now.”

She gave him a scathing look, her voice sour. “I'm sure I can guess.”

Sirius turned from her, preparing to walk away again, but she stopped him with her next curt line of questioning.

“Whose baby is it? Yours? Remus'?” Her voice became more shrill. “Do you know?”

Spinning around, he gnarred at her loudly, “Of course we know! I know what charms to use to find that out, woman!”

Hands back on her hips, non-plussed by his tone, she demanded, “Well? Who's the father?”

Sirius rubbed his eyes, his voice tired. “You won't believe it, so I won't tell you.”

He watched with amusement as Molly's anger turned to horror when she turned to look at Kreacher.

Struggling to keep from laughing, Sirius exclaimed, “No! No, it's a human child, not Kreacher's!”

“Thank heavens for that!” She hesitated briefly, thinking. “You mean, there's a third man involved? Oh, Sirius, how could you?” She paused a moment, watching Remus as he attempted to comfort the girl.

“Sirius, how long has Hermione been in labor? She completely loses control of herself during each contraction, and they are almost always coming in pairs. That's not normal until you are nearly fully dilated, and even then, a woman usually only has a few double-contractions before she needs to start pushing.”

“Um, I think we're going on the two hour mark.”

“Two hours? Two hours? That's all? Oh my.” She put a hand up to her mouth, true concern on her face.

“What is it?”

“She needs to go to St. Mungo's. She's having a very fast labor.” She laid a hand on his arm as he began to turn away from her. “Sirius? Sirius! Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes, yes, I heard you.” Sirius looked at Hermione. If he took her to St. Mungo's, all would be lost for him. All. He couldn't risk it unless she absolutely needed it.

Molly grabbed his arm tightly as he walked away from her, the girl's screaming in the background unsettling her even more. “Sirius! Both she and the baby could die from this! She needs St. Mungo's!”

“I, I can't risk it, Molly.”

“What do you mean, you 'can't risk it'?” She sounded scandalized, her face pinched in disapproval.

“Because, Molly, I kidnapped her and she's been my captive down here all these months, Okay? If I take her to St. Mungo's, I lose her. Got it?”

Molly stepped back from him, her hand to her breast. “Sirius! No! No, you didn't, you couldn't!”

“I could, and I did. She's mine, Molly. If I take her to St. Mungo's, they'll take her from me.”

“Sirius, is that, is that worth her dying?”

Sirius looked up at her as he struggled to keep tears from forming in his eyes. “You just make sure she's all right. You know how to birth babies, so take care of her!”

“Sirius, I don't know how to care for someone having an abnormal labor! I'm not a Healer! She's suffered enough with the pain, she needs to be taken...”

Sirius silenced her with an angry glare, a growl low in his throat. Turning on the spot, he stalked towards the bed as he watched Remus gently lower an unconscious Hermione back down after she had apparently fainted yet again. In a snit, Sirius grabbed the rag from its basin, wrung it out, and began wiping down his Kitten's overheated body until she awoke, once again in the throes of a contraction. He grabbed her from Remus as she raised herself up onto her knees, her arms going around him as she began to cry, then scream through the pain. He listened with worry as her screams became fainter, her breathing shallower, her clutching hands tighter at first, then weaking – he knew her contraction was going away when she began to relax and could take in deeper breaths.

The men began to take turns holding her through her contractions, each trying to comfort her, each knowing nothing they could do would help lessen her pain. Molly hovered nearby, periodically checking between Hermione's legs, monitoring her heart rate, and quizzing the girl on how she felt. She instructed Hermione on what she should do when the next contraction came, becoming alarmed anew when the girl lost control with each one.

At last, while clutching Remus, Hermione began to push. Molly tried to get her to lie down but she fought her, the three of them having to force her to lie on her back as she screamed, completely out of control until Remus smacked her, shocking her into a momentary silence. Surprised, she looked up at him as he told her to calm down, that the baby was coming and she had to follow their directions. No sooner were his words out before she rolled onto her side and grabbed at him as she writhed through the next set of Siamese-twin contractions. When her pain and distress finally abated completely, Remus had her lie on her back so he could talk with her for the few moments she was in relative comfort.

“Hermione, you need to listen to Molly. She's going to help you have the baby.”

“Mrs. Weasley?”

“Yes, remember? She's here?”

“Yes, yes, I remember.”

From her feet, Hermione heard a familiar female voice giving her instructions. “Dear, with the next contraction, I don't want you to push. Not yet. I want you to breathe through the contraction. You have to try to keep from pushing. The baby is coming along fast enough without your pushing. You may harm the baby if you push, do you hear me, Hermione?”

“Yes, ma'am. Don't push.” Suddenly, she realized the full extent of what Molly had said. “I'll hurt the baby? I don't want to hurt the baby!”

“Then don't push, dear. Remember to breathe through the contraction without pushing.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Under her breath, she repeated, “Don't push, don't push, don't push.”

Hermione closed her eyes as Sirius wiped her off with the cool washrag. Hearing the sound of the water, she suddenly realized she was very thirsty and tried to grab the rag from him so she could suck the water out of it. Sirius pulled it away from her and produced a glass of water, helping hold her head up so she could sip the cool liquid, her hands too shaky to hold the glass without splashing water everywhere.

Another contraction started and Hermione began to try getting up onto her knees. Sirius and Remus struggled with her a few moments as she flailed her arms and legs around, trying to get up until each put one of her arms under them as they lay down on either side of her, pinning her down while also placing one of their legs around hers to keep her from kicking. Neither man wanted to magically still her movements, fearing what it would do to her both psychologically and physically. In her forced frog position and on her back, her writhing increased with each passing second as both men told her not to push - at first in gentle tones, then in more commanding ones as she lost control of herself, finally stilling completely as she filled her lungs and pushed as hard as she could.

Molly's eyes widened when the top of the baby's head made its first appearance, its patch of dark red hair surprising her as it peeped out, the head disappearing when the contraction was done, then coming out a little further with the next. Anxiously, she watched as the head slowly slid and turned down the birth canal, then backed up a fraction before being squeezed out some more with the next labor pain – the head of the little curly-haired waif remaining a little more visible after each contraction ebbed away.

Her mind went into overdrive. Which of the men in her family was responsible for this baby? Which of her boys had participated in this girl's kidnapping? Could any of them be so cruel? Had she not taught them better? Where had she failed, to have a son with so little respect for a woman? She struggled to let go of her worries as Hermione writhed with the pain, pushing despite their pleas for her not to.

“It burns! It burns!” Hermione's screamed words told Molly that the girl was feeling the 'Ring of Fire'. Sharply, she told Remus to make Hermione stop pushing at all costs. She heard a slap, then looked up sharply to find Remus holding the girl's chin as he spoke to her urgently. She looked down to see the baby's head retreat slightly, indicating Hermione had indeed stopped pushing. With trembling fingers, Molly tentatively reached down and touched the drying ginger curls of the unborn child, its head still tightly encased by its mothers painfully stretched perineum. Knowing in her heart that she was watching the birth of her first grandchild, she felt a tear slip down her cheek as she struggled to hold back a sob, her lips trembling with the effort.

Her voice throaty, she continued to instruct the others on what to do. “Remus, tell Hermione that she is NOT to push until I tell her to or she's going to start ripping.” Molly listened to Remus relay her message, her eyes never leaving the curly red hair between the girl's legs, then heard Hermione repeat it back to him.

“Good girl, Hermione dear, good girl.”

Hermione began to moan again as she felt another contraction take hold of her. She grabbed at the shirts of the men who held her down and threw her head back as she struggled to keep from pushing, knowing that if she brought her head up she would lose control and push. She could hear both Remus and Sirius trying to talk her into breathing “in through your nose, out your mouth” but she found it easier to continuously gasp in huge lung-fulls of air, making her feel uncomfortably dizzy and tingly. Tears slid down the sides of her face and into her hair as she finally brought her head up, took in a great breath and began to push, but the intense burning sensation between her legs overwhelmed her and made her stop.

“Oh, please, make it stop!” Unable to take in a deep enough breath, her voice was weak. “Make it stop! I want to push, but it hurts! It hurts!”

“It will be over soon, Hermione, dear. Just a few more contractions and the baby will be out. All right?”

Her contraction finally over, Hermione took in a few deep breaths, then brought her head up, wearily trying to peer over her belly so she could see Molly. “Mrs. Weasley?”

Molly looked up so Hermione could see her, her eyes red-rimmed as she gave the girl a watery smile. “Yes, dear?”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble.”

“Oh, pish-tosh! You're doing fine, dear! Don't you dare think you are being trouble of any kind!”

“Oh! Oh! It's starting again! Oh, make it stop!”

She heard Remus' voice to her left. “Breathe through it, Hermione. Come on, hon, you can do it, sweetie.”

And heard Sirius' voice to her right. “Come on, Kitten. You can do it. You've gone this far, baby, just do what Molly says.”

She turned her head so she could look in Sirius' eyes. “Please, Sirius. Please, go back to the way you used to be. Don't listen to Kreacher. Please.” Sirius' face took on a look of uncertainty as he reached up to touch her face, his thumb beginning to rub her cheek as the contraction overwhelmed her and all she could think about was the pain in her belly, the pain in her legs, and the God-awful pain between her legs as she suddenly felt the odd sensation of the baby's head slipping out. Even though she was still in the midst of a contraction, with the baby's head out, the pain seemed to become tolerable and the urge to push lessened, allowing her to think.

“Oh! Oh! Is the baby out yet?” She felt something strange going on in her privates, and worried about what Mrs. Weasley was doing. She tried to sit up and look but the men prevented her from rising.

“Not yet, dear. The baby's head is out but the cord is wrapped around its neck. I'm fixing that now, don't you worry about it. With the next contraction, give a good push and the baby will come out, all right, dear?”

Hermione flopped back and gave a huge sigh of relief, so glad the ordeal was going to be over with soon. “Please? Can I have my arms back?”

She smiled as both men lifted themselves slightly so they could release her arms, then both settled back down, remaining next to her. Sirius pushed an arm beneath her neck and pulled her towards him, his other hand on her belly. Remus watched Sirius, a frown forming on his face, not sure if Sirius was being protective or being possessive with his actions.

“Boys, with the next contraction, I want Hermione to grab her legs with her hands. I want the two of you to help her do that. Hermione, once you grab your legs, I want you to push. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

A moment later, the baby slid out of Hermione while Molly helped her first grandchild's body out of the birth canal, a great wave of water following the child as she entered the world. The next thing Hermione knew, she could hear her baby's cries as Molly inspected her.

“Is she, is she okay?” Hermione struggled to sit up, but the men holding her legs prevented her from doing so.

Her voice quivering, Molly replied, “Yes, dear. She's fine. She's just fine.”

Both Remus and Sirius sat up slowly, their clothes uncomfortably wet with the warm products of birth, their hands lowering Hermione's thighs as they did so. Both watched as Molly cut the cord, weighed the child using her wand, then expertly wrapped the baby in a blanket. She handed the newborn to Hermione who immediately began to coo at her, the little red-head turning her eyes in an effort to find her mother.

“She's 2.54 kilograms, dear. A nice size for a first baby, especially for a mother so young and without prenatal care.” Molly glared at Sirius as she said the last few words.

“Oh, she's lovely! Look at her!”

Remus leaned down to look at the little girl as he reached down to touch the child's hand, his finger being unexpectedly grabbed and held by the babe's fingers. “Yes, she is. She looks just like her mum.”

Hermione beamed at his words, then pulled the blanket back to inspect her new baby's fingers and toes and everything in between. When she got to the baby's hair she was disappointed. “Oh, she's going to have my hair.”

“She'll be adorable, just as you are.”

“No, she's going to have frizzy red hair for everyone to make fun of instead of frizzy brown hair.”

“Maybe, by then, you can invent something to take care of that problem.”

Hermione laughed. “Remus, you can be so silly sometimes!”

Suddenly, Hermione's face went from a smile to a pained frown.

“What is it?”

“Oh! Oh, it hurts! Take the baby, Remus! Take her!”

“Hermione, no need to panic, dear. You just have to pass the afterbirth.”

“No, no, it hurts! It hurts!”

To Molly's surprise, she saw a foot with wiggling toes drop out of Hermione's vagina, then watched another foot join the first less than a second later. “Oh dear, you're having twins!”

Remus handed the baby to Molly so he could help keep Hermione from scrambling onto her knees again as the powerful contractions hit her all over again. Molly quickly placed the newborn at the foot of the bed, keeping an eye on her, making sure she wasn't knocked off the edge.

Molly observed the buttocks of the second twin move quickly down the birth canal, watched the belly and chest make an appearance as the child's body automatically turned in the birth canal, then watched as an arm slid down. She worried about the umbilical cord since it seemed compressed between Hermione's rim and the baby's body – for a heart stopping moment, the very still baby seemed stuck as Molly worked the baby's shoulder out and pulled the second arm down while Hermione screamed in pain, then reached in with her fingers around the baby's face and told Hermione to push as hard as she could. Finally, out came the second little girl, her skin dusky, her muscles flaccid, her hair straight and deep black.

Sirius looked in disbelief as he took in the sight of his daughter for the first time, his tall frame scrambling down the bed to watch as Molly cut the cord, turned her upside down and slapped her several times. The child remained listless. Worried, Molly cleaned the child's airway with her wand and hung her upside down again, slapping her a few more times until she began to cry lustily, finally pinking up nicely. Relieved, Molly weighed and inspected the child, then gave her a good rub-down before wrapping her snugly in a blanket.

Molly looked at Sirius a moment, noting his intense interest in the infant as she stated, “She weighs a respectable 1.96 kilograms – especially for a twin.”

Continuing to silently stare at the child, Sirius touched her cheek lightly with a finger before grabbing the infant from Molly and walking away, ignoring the others as he meandered his way slowly to the couch so he could make his own inspection of his daughter, seemingly in shock.

Molly watched Sirius, then turned questioningly to Remus, then to Hermione, not sure of what to make of this new development. She looked between Hermione's legs before quipping, “Um, dear, you wouldn't happen to have another baby in there, would you?”

Hermione laid her head back as tears formed, fearful there was another child. She heard Remus' words of comfort as she began to push once again, only this time she expelled a placenta and the other remnants of the afterbirth of one of her babies. A few minutes later came the rest of the afterbirth of her second child. She cried out when Molly reached up and massaged her belly hard, her hands coming up to try and push Molly's hand away from her painful belly as she squealed in pain while blood and other fluids gushed out of her vagina.

“I'm sorry, dear, but that has to be done to keep you from hemorrhaging. Did you see what I did, Remus? That needs to be done every hour or so, to make her uterus constrict and stop any excessive bleeding. I don't have access to the potion they normally use at St. Mungo's to cause proper postpartum uterine contractions.” Standing up slowly as she spoke, Molly used her wand to deftly clean Hermione, Remus, and the birthing bed.

“Yes, I saw what you did, Molly.”

“Good, good, Remus. It's important that be done, especially since she's had twins. Hermione, I have to mend your tears, dear. Please stay as still as you can.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Hermione struggled to stay still as she felt the burn of her bruised and stretched tissues being mended, then sighed as the discomfort stopped.

“That healed nicely, dear. You'll be sore for a few days, but at least your tears are gone.” She waved her wand again, the covers flowing over Hermione, and Remus as well, since he remained lying at her side.

Reverently, Molly picked up the carrot-topped baby and held the child close to her as new tears stung her eyes, the infant's blue eyes calmly looking up at her before she gave her grandmother a tiny, gummy yawn. “Now, would you mind telling me which of my sons fathered my first grandchild?”

Hermione turned onto her side so she faced Remus, not wanting to deal with the situation. She played with a button on his shirt as she listened to him sputter a moment, not sure what to say.

“This is my grandchild, is it not?”

“Uh, yes, yes, it is.”

“Whose child is she, then?”

Fragilely, the silence stretched on until Hermione broke it.

“She belongs to Ron.” Hermione spoke quietly, not sure how Molly would react to this bit of news.

“Ron? My little Ron?”

“Molly, he isn't exactly little anymore.” Remus' voice, always one of reason, quipped.

“Don't you think I know that?” she snapped. “But, he's only sixteen! He's not old enough to be a father!”

“Obviously, he is, Molly.”

Molly gave Remus an annoyed glare, then kissed the baby's forehead before sitting in a chair she had converted into a rocker moments before. She stared at the infant in her arms, lovingly taking in the features of her grand-baby.

“I didn't know a woman could have twins by two different men. They're so different from each other that they couldn't possibly have the same father, could they? There are only redheads on the both sides of our family, so I can't imagine the dark-haired child belonging to... belonging to Ron.”

“And I don't believe there are any redheads in Sirius' family.” Remus watched Sirius, his heart, in a way, gladdened by the birth of Sirius' daughter, hoping that would help him fight Kreacher, but knowing that the elf had a powerful hold on his mind and had ruined his friend forever. “No matter, there are spells to tell exactly who the father is, so we'll know for sure soon. Sirius had performed them while Hermione was pregnant, and got the information that the child was a girl and was Ron's. I guess one was hidden behind the other, so he didn't find his own child during the spell.”

Molly's voice was stiff, though a tinge of hurt could be heard. “Ron never mentioned he was going to be a father.”

“It's complicated, Molly. Leave it go for now.” Remus continued to lie next to Hermione, who was now snuggled and warm under the covers, his arm under her neck, allowing him to hold her close to him. He noted a strange husbandly feeling towards her coming over him. He wasn't sure how to interpret this unexpected feeling - both worried it was transient due to the circumstances, and worried his feelings for Hermione were deepening *due* to the circumstances. He looked at Sirius, suddenly wishing there was a third child, and that it was his. He shook his head, suddenly sure his thoughts were due to Kreacher. This revelation worried him - forever more, he'd never be sure if his thoughts and feelings were true or not.

“Did my son know he was going to be a father?”

“Yes, yes, he knew she was pregnant.” Remus sounded weary.

“But, he never mentioned it.”

“Molly, how could he tell you that Hermione was going to have his baby? Think about it, Molly.”

“I can't believe Ron would help with Hermione's abduction. I'm appalled that you're here as it is.”

“Molly, I, if you only understood.” Remus struggled for words, not sure where to begin or what to say, not sure what he wanted Molly to know. “As I said, it's complicated.”

Molly's thoughtful eyes left Remus, turning briefly to look at Sirius and his daughter, before coming down to peer at her own granddaughter. “She's absolutely beautiful, Hermione.” She took in a deep, steadying breath. “Well, dear, what are you going to name them?”

“I, I don't know. I mean, I've thought of names, but couldn't pick any I really liked.”

“Well, you have time. I suspect that Sirius will want a hand in picking his daughter's name.” Once again, Molly watched Sirius as he held his baby close to him, hearing him murmuring to the child but unable to make out the words.

Hermione yawned, finally feeling content as she gestured for Mrs. Weasley to hand over her daughter. “Yes, I suppose he will.”

“Shouldn't someone get Ron? This is his daughter, after all.”

Silence greeted Molly's question.

“Doesn't he want his child?”

Remus watched Hermione she held the bundled child between them, her lower lip trembling as her baby noisily sucked on her finger. He pulled them both close to him, his chin coming to rest on top of Hermione's head, fully aware that Molly was watching them, expecting an answer, and not exactly sure how to answer her. Finally, he turned to look at Molly.

“Again, Molly, leave it go for now. I'll explain everything later.”

Molly's voice took on the stiff, clipped tone from before, though this time there was a bitter note to it. “Is she why you broke up with Tonks? Did she break off with my son to take up with you?”

Remus took in a deep sigh as he felt Hermione clutch the baby closer.

“No, Molly. It's complicated, and will take time to explain.”

“Well, I want to know why Hermione was pregnant with twins, each from a different father. That tells me she's been acting a scarlet woman.” Molly's indignant voice began to rise. “And now you're hovering over her like she's your lover.”

Remus quickly pulled the covers off of him and climbed out of the bed, then bent down on one knee in front of Molly as he took her hands in his. “Molly, please. It's not what you think. It's very complicated, and I promise I will explain everything to you. Okay? Please, don't have bad thoughts about any of us, not right now. Especially Hermione, she doesn't deserve it.” He gave her a pleading look, praying she would calm herself and not say anything else to upset Hermione or ruin her moment with her firstborn. “Let's just rejoice in the birth of the babies, a birth we couldn't have done without you.”

Slightly mollified, Molly turned to watch Hermione holding her baby. She blushed with shame as she remembered Sirius telling her he had kidnapped Hermione and held her captive, now worried how much she had hurt the girl's feelings. “I'm, I'm sorry, Remus. I'm sorry, Hermione, dear. This is all so sudden, so unexpected.” She watched Hermione and her granddaughter for a moment in silence. “She is lovely, isn't she?”

A relieved smile flitted across Remus' face. “Yes, I agree, she is lovely. They both are.”

None of them paid any attention to Kreacher as he watched with narrowed eyes, Molly's wand clutched tightly in his hand, none of them realizing he had spelled it away from her once she was done caring for the Mudblood. 'How dare the Mudblood have twins! And, one of them belonging to Master! How did she do that? What magic did she use to accomplish that? Oh, she'll pay for this! Oh, yes, she will! She'll pay!'

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Authors Notes, you may freely skip:

1.96kg = 4 pounds 3 oz.
2.54kg = 5 pounds 6 oz.
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Can anyone guess the names of the babies? Let's see if anyone gets close!
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As I mentioned in the beginning, I tried to describe labor as accurately as I could. My only difficulty was describing how Hermione would lose control since I never had that problem. So, I turned my imagination on to overdrive and thought about how I'd react if I were a frightened teen in precipitous labor.
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The uterus:
http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/organ/uterus.htm
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Ferilization:
http://www.absoluteastronomy.com/topics/Fertilisation
http://www.bio.davidson.edu/Courses/Molbio/MolStudents/spring2005/Champaloux/fourth.html
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A most interesting birth dilemma, twins with two different fathers within the same cycle [aka, bi-paternal twins or heteropaternal superfecundation] (In real life, and this I my opinion only, but I think the mother is a pig if this happens, unless it's a rape situation or some mix-up at the in vitro clinic):
http://users.westelcom.com/larabeeg/Twins.htm
http://www.multiplemom.com/articles/twins-with-different-fathers.html
http://www.israelect.com/reference/WillieMartin/Twins_by_Different_Fathers.htm
http://www.dnacenter.com/science-technology/articles/twins-different-fathers.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superfecundation
http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Heteropaternal+superfecundation
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There is evidence that it is possible for twins to be conceived several weeks apart (which is not what happened to Hermione in this story):
http://growingyourbaby.com/2008/01/16/twins-born-within-minutes-of-each-other-conceived-3-weeks-apart/
http://multiples.about.com/od/funfacts/tp/uniquetwins.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superfetation
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Info about different types of twinning/multiple gestation:
http://www.centrus.com.br/DiplomaFMF/SeriesFMF/11-14weeks/chapter-05/chapter-05-final.htm
http://www3.telus.net/tyee/multiples/1formed.html
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Twin births:
http://pregnancy.about.com/cs/twinsmore/a/aatwinlabor.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breech_birth
http://prego2008.wordpress.com/2008/07/03/breech-babies/
http://www.childrenscentralcal.org/HealthE/P02461/P08030/Pages/P08034.aspx
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There is no definite scientific information that states whether semen has enough prostaglandin to induce labor. However, several websites state that giving a man oral sex has a better chance of inducing a woman who is ready for labor due to the prostaglandin hormone being better absorbed via the GI tract versus via the uterus itself. So, the guys fear Hermione's fast labor is due to Remus' vaginal ejaculation when it may actually have been from Hermione's swallowing Sirius' semen. Or, something like that. Actually, I do believe, as the writer, that she just had a precipitous labor and delivery, but the guys don't know that. Of course, having a man hitting your cervix while in labor would be painful and I can't imagine it – all I can equate it with is when the damned MD wants to shove their hands up inside of you to check the stage of your cervix at the height of a contraction! Still, interesting reading below:
http://www.babycentre.co.uk/pregnancy/labourandbirth/planningyourbabysbirth/naturalbringonlabour/
http://www.maternitycorner.com/mcmag/articles/preg0007.html
http://www.unhinderedliving.com/begin.html
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Precipitous labor (for Hermione, the reasoning is due to her having a multiple birth):
http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-precipitous-labor.htm
http://www.pregnancytoday.com/articles/labor-preparation/precipitous-labor-6319/
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Hyperventilating and your blood's acid-base level (aka acute respiratory alkalosis):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Respiratory_alkalosis
https://oa.doria.fi/bitstream/handle/10024/2281/obstetri.pdf?sequence=1

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