Chapter 3
Over the proceeding months, I had become timid and shy. I was sick of putting on the façade of a happy, normal, safe person. I would really only talk to Ginny, she knew all about what had happened that night and was like my own personal little bodyguard. She was very protective and comforting when I was having a problem sleeping, or when I didn't want to deal with what was really going on.
It was about three months after the incident and I was starting to get nervous when I hadn't had my period. I really got nervous when I started feeling nauseous and was unable to keep any type of food down. One weekend when Ginny and I were in muggle London, we stopped by a corner drugstore before heading back to Hogwarts. We picked up a pregnancy test and headed to a public bathroom around the corner.
There I sat, on the toilet in the bathroom stall with a pregnancy test in my hand that confirmed my worst nightmare, that I was pregnant. "Oh, no! No! This cannot be right!" I screamed as I opened the stall door. Ginny stood there, a grim look on her face. I returned the look and nodded in shame; I was pregnant with Remus' child.
Back at Hogwarts, I went straight to the hospital wing to talk to Madame Pomfrey. "Madame Pomfrey?" I asked as I gently knocked on the door.
"Yes?" she asked as she came around the corner from her office. "Oh, hello Hermione, can I help you? Is something wrong?"
"Well…I think that…I'm pretty sure that I'm…pregnant," I admitted quietly.
"Oh," she looked at me concerned, "oh dear, well how can you be sure?"
I pulled out the positive pregnancy test and sat it on the nearest table. "Well, that's how, plus, I haven't had my period in two months. Furthermore, I've been
unable to go through an entire day without getting sick at least once, so I think that that's some substantial reasoning for saying that I'm pretty sure about this."
"Well," she started, "if you want, I could run some tests to make a completely positive assumption. If you can fill this," she sat down a clear cylindrical container, "I would be able to run tests to know for certain." I picked up the cup and she continued on, "Get that back to me as soon as you can, and I'll be able to get those results to you by tomorrow morning."
I nodded, "Thanks Madame Pomfrey," I murmured before turning and leaving the room. Once I was out of the room I headed to the girls' bathroom hallway; I was gonna get this sample to her before tomorrow, even if it took all night, I needed to know for sure. After quite a while in the bathroom, I was able to get the dreaded sample.
I left the bathroom and headed toward the hospital wing once more. I was nearly to the door when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me. I turned to look and who was standing there? Of course it was the man that I had been trying my hardest to avoid, Professor Lupin. I hid the sample in my robes and stood very still. "Hi, Hermione," he said gently, "I uh…I've been trying to talk to you for a while now and--" he stopped when he saw the tears forming in my eyes.
"Please," a few tears escaped from the corner of my eyes and ran down my cheeks, "please…just…leave me alone," I whispered and wiped the tears from my face.
"Okay, I can do that," he said quietly, "Just let me know when you're ready to talk, okay?"
"Thank you, and I will…I promise," I turned and walked to the hospital wing, wiping the stray tears away from my face. When I opened the door, Madame Pomfrey was standing there, waiting for me.
"I knew you would be back relatively soon," she said smiling slightly. I handed her the sample and sniffled. "Oh Hermione," she hugged me close, "it's going to be alright in the end. But for now," she let me go, "go get some rest. When I know the results of the tests, you'll know the results of the tests okay?"
She gave me one last smile, then sent me off to endure the longest twelve hours of my life.