Who Woulda Thunk It?
By jessebelle
E-mail: dracos_gryffindor_princess@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot
Reviews Are Welcomed!
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Chapter Four: A Pickle and Sardine Sandwich with Marshmallow Sauce, Yummmm!!
When they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, both of them burst into laughter. Even if they were currently ticked off, the look on Harry and Ron's faces were way too funny. Tom smiled at their enthusiasm and directed them to their regular table. The two of them had come there a lot in the time their friendship had grown and they would usually sit at the same place and eat the same thing. George, like a gentlemen, waited for Hermione to sit before taking a seat. They'd both calmed down.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, pleasure to see you two again. Would you like your usual?" Tom gave them a toothless grin.
"Sure Tom that would be great. How about you Mya?"
Hermione thought about the usual ham and cheese sandwich, but for some reason it sounded, unappetizing. Now what would really taste good would be a- "A pickle and sardine sandwich with marshmallow sauce, and a glass of water please." She smiled at him until she noticed the odd looks he was giving her. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing. Um, are you sure you want, that?" George raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, it just, sounds good. I don't know. I've been craving the oddest things. I swore Fred was going to puke when we went out to lunch last week."
"Um, okay. I guess that'll be it Tom, thanks." The bartender nodded and went back to the bar.
George studied Hermione carefully, and then his eyes widened a bit. Hopefully what he thought was wrong, but he had mixed feelings over his suspicions. He needed to be sure though.
"Hey Mya, besides weird cravings, have you been feeling okay lately? Anything odd about how you usually feel?"
Hermione gave him a look like he was crazy, but chalked it up to dealing with Fred on a daily basis. And now that he mentioned it, she had been feeling odd lately.
"Um, well, I've been extremely tired lately. And I um, also haven't been, well, able to keep that much food down. It hasn't been too bad, but I have been throwing up quite a bit lately. I thought it was stress with, well, my current problems. Is that the kinda things you were talking about? And why on earth did you ask me that?"
At the moment Tom came back with their food and it distracted Hermione from her question. She instantly dug into her sandwich and gave a contented sigh of pleasure after the first bite.
George would have thought this disgusting, but his mind was currently trying to wrap around what Hermione had said. He didn't even acknowledge his own food, which was quite uncommon for any Weasley male. He had been young, and it had only happened twice, but he had a good memory and thinking back on it, all of the clues fit into place, something he definitely hadn't anticipated. All he could do now though was wait for Hermione to get it, and then he could decide what to do. But there was still a small chance his suspicions were wrong, and he desperately hoped he was after looking at the beauty in front of him, scarfing down the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen. His own food soon called him and he joined Hermione in a meal fit for kings before changing the topic to something more lighthearted.
A/N: Okay, can anyone guess where I'm going with this? I guess it's a little obvious, but if you don't get it, all will be revealed. Hopefully the info is accurate but if I'm wrong, correct me. Sorry for the short chapter, but there will be more. Toodles.