Chapter 7
She could feel the other witch tremble. She didn't know any better but to hug her from behind, pulling her slightly taller frame close, resting her cheek against her shoulder and hoping to be some comfort. She gently kissed the exposed shoulder blade, turning her head slightly to look past Minerva at the test in her hand which was shaking terribly, too. Hermione carefully reached over to take it from her, and she wasn't surprised to feel her fiancée immediately turn in her arms. This is how it had all begun. The difference was that Minerva wasn't in tears this time, but Hermione knew that wouldn't be the case if the test was negative, though. Oh Merlin.
"Shh…" she whispered. Three minutes had never seemed so long, Hermione concluded, as the 'wait' symbol in the shape of an egg timer continued to flash. She closed her eyes for just a moment, sighing deeply. She didn't know what she would do if it was negative, nor if it was positive really. She left a kiss on Minerva's greying ebony hair and turned her gaze to the test again, finding that the symbol had just stopped flashing. She turned the test over with the result down, so that they could look at it together. "Minerva, my love… Three minutes have passed," she said. She felt her older fiancée turn slightly in her arms, mocha brown finding a hazy green. "Are you sure that you don't want to sit down?" Hermione wondered.
Minerva nodded, quite sure. "Please, get it over with," she said, a begging edge to her soft voice, laced with her Scottish lilt more than Hermione had ever heard before. It always became more noticeable when she was passionate about something, though. Hermione had discovered this fact on the rare few instances when the headmistress was indeed emotional.
Hermione inhaled deeply, her left hand still resting on Minerva's hip tightened as she turned over the test. Both witches eyed the result, and at once she could feel the other woman quiver hard. The test dropped in the sink with a slight ting, no longer of importance, as she turned to Minerva worriedly. "Min…?"
"I might have to sit after all…" she whispered, wavering lightly.
A wave of her wand caused an armchair to appear right in the middle of the spacious bathroom, and Hermione lowered her onto it, kneeling by her feet. They both remained quiet, Minerva's quivering increasing, then decreasing, then increasing again in quick succession in the few minutes that followed. Hermione's eyes stayed on her fiancée the entire time. When Minerva finally seemed able to focus again and turned her gaze to Hermione, a stupid smile was upon her lips, her eyes shimmering with tears. Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm going to be a mother…" Minerva stuttered. "We're going to have a little boy or girl together."
"That's right," Hermione whispered, a wide smile upon her lips. "We're going to be mums!"
A soft cry let the other woman's lips as she raised a shaking hand to her mouth then. "This is a miracle… I never would have thought…" Then she just began to cry hard, leaning over to hold onto Hermione, slipping from the armchair onto the cold floor, but she couldn't care less right then.
Pregnant. 1-2 weeks.
~~ Finite Incantatem ~