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A/N- This was a very important but difficult chapter to write. I wanted to get all the information in without making it to boring. I'm sorry if I failed. I've also tried to make everything as canon as possible, even going on to Lexicon and consulting the canon-calender lol.

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Chapter 7

Three in the morning came and went. Hermione simply could NOT fall asleep. She had to get up every half an hour to go to the toilet. When she tried to fall asleep, again her back ached chronically.

Of all the nights to not doze, this had to be the one; tomorrow was her first antenatal appointment. She had to be up at six o' clock to be at St. Mungo's for 8:00am.

The actual travelling would only take a matter of seconds, she was side-along apparating with Professor McGonagall (who was accompanying her), but she had given herself an extra hour to compensate for the morning sickness she was currently suffering from.

Settling down in her warm bed after another trip to the bathroom, she laid her hands on her stomach, thinking about her baby.

'AddisonAddison Granger.'she thought with a massive grin on her face. 'I like that! Oh, but what if it is a boyCaelanMy son, Caelan Granger. That has quite a ring to it! You know, I think if it is a girl her middle name should be Ginevra and if it is a boy…Orion Sirius Granger. Oh Merlin!'

'Knock Knock'. Hermione entered Professor McGonagall's study with a warm smile on her face.

Dressed in Muggle clothes, though her jeans had been altered to accommodate her increasing waist, her bump was very noticeable so the scarf was yet again firmly around her neck.

"Ah Miss Granger, how's it coming on?" she smiled.

"Um okay, I think. Except the morning sickness, back ache and fatigue!" joked Hermione.

"You'll have to get used to that, I'm afraid. Well, I'll be with you in a second, I just need to finish marking these essays…you got 120 by the way." she finished, winking at her.

With one last flourish of her quill, she stood up, put on her travelling cloak and walked to the door, opening it for her student.

"Come along now, Miss Granger, we're going to be late!" Together they walked through the grounds until they were outside the enchantments protecting the ancient school. Offering Hermione her arm, McGonagall said, "Hang on to tight and spin when I do." 'POP'. They were gone.

Arriving outside the hospital was a dramatic affair. As Hermione had never apparated before she did not know exactly how to land, so flew flat on her front.

She screamed out, clutching her stomach. A group of muggles gathered around trying to help.

McGonagall helped Hermione up but had a lot of trouble shooing the audiences so she could get her into the hospital. After several minutes of assuring them she was fine and she would take her to hospital on her own the entrance was finally clear.

Hermione, however, was still in a lot of pain and could barely walk.

"Good morning, St. Mungo's please." the professor said urgently to the dummy in the window.

"Certainly, just step through the glass!" the dated mannequin declared happily. They stepped through the window, experiencing the effect of walking through water, and got to the other side.

The busy waiting room was packed with an odd assortment of people. Hermione was in such state she could barely look up so did not see them; she was usually interested as Medicine was one of her options for a career, so instead rushed to the 'Welcome Desk'.

"Hello, Miss Granger here was coming in for a routine Ante-natal appointment but fell as we apparated here." The witch looked Hermione up and down.

"How old are you?" she blurted out rudely.

"I don't think that's of any importance, now if you could point us in the right direction?" Hermione looked down and was alarmed to see a dark red stain on her crotch.

"Miss, help me. My baby!" she screamed.

"First floor, third door along, ward two." the welcome witch yelped. They hurried along the corridors finally arriving at Maternity.

"Excuse me! Can we have some assistance please?" called out McGonagall. A medi-witch hurried forward, took one look at Hermione and guided her towards a free bed.

Hermione looked like a little girl, tears running down her cheeks, a distressed expression on her face. Several spells and a thousand prayers later, she was given the all clear.

"Oh thank God! I thought I'd lost it, I've never been so scared in my life." she confided in her mentor. McGonagall gave her a sympathetic smile.

"The point is you didn't, so focus on that!" she said. A few minutes later, the Wife-witch came in.

"Hello dear, I hear you've had a bit of scare!" she greeted them.

"Yeah, it was so horrible!" Hermione sighed.

"Yes yes, well your fine now. I need to ask you some questions about you and your family okay?" she asked, Hermione nodded.

"Right, date of birth?"

"19th September 1979."

"Oh…" she looked shocked.

"I know I'm 15 but I'm perfectly aware of the responsibilities and implications so I'd rather not talk about that." she said edgily.

"Quite right. Where was I? Oh, yes! Blood status?" she continued, sounding flustered.

"Muggle-born."

"Do you have any medical problems?"

"Nope, clean bill of health!"

"When was the date of your last menstrual cycle?"

"I'm not sure, mid-September I think, I'm 4 months gone."

"We can work out the exact date from your scan. Are you taking and medication?"

"No."

"Any problems in your's and the father's family?"

"Erm…my granddad had Diabetes and my grandmother died of skin cancer. Not sure about the fathers."

"We'll test you for that then. Now we need to do an intimate exam, so if you could slip into that gown and I'll be back in a second." She hurried out of the room, Hermione was not sure if she liked her.

"I'm going to wait outside in the corridor, come when you're finished." McGonagall said as she also left leaving her to get changed. The wife-witch returned with a tray of what looked like torture machines.

"Lie back please and put your feet in these." she indicated to the stirrups at the bottom of the bed.

Reluctantly, she obeyed but really was not happy about it. Twenty minutes later the examination was over and Hermione was more than relieved.

"Everything looks fine Miss Granger. Your due date should be somewhere around 28th May next year. Do you have any questions?" she said.

"When will the morning sickness go? It's really uncomfortable." she replied.

"It should be ending very soon but everyone's different so I can't say for definite. Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of. Thank you very much!" She shook the mum-to-be's hand and retreated from the ward.

Hermione quickly was changed back into her Muggle clothes; the massive stain was prominent on her jeans so was just about to do a cleaning spell when she remembered she was not in school.

"Professor!" she called. McGonagall appeared through the doors.

"All done?" she questioned.

"Yeah but the thing is, my trousers have got a stain and I can't remove it, being underage." She instantly swept her wand around the area and they looked as good as new.

"Thanks. Before we go back, do you think we can possibly go to Diagon Alley? I need some new maternity clothes and some money. I wouldn't ask but none of my clothes fit anymore!" she giggled.

"Of course. I need to contact Professor Dumbledore first to tell him everything's fine. He's very excited about the whole thing!" she said sounding in disbelief.

The Professor pulled her wand out of her cloak; she swished it elaborately causing a wisp of silver vapour to pour out, which then turned into a cat, her patronous.

"The baby's fine, it's due on the 28th May 1996. There was an accident but everything's fine now. Just going to Diagon Alley to purchase maternity clothes. Thank-you." she told the cat, with another flick of her wand it disappeared.

Hermione looked puzzled. "It's a patronous…" McGonagall began

"Yeah, I know, Harry learnt them in the Third Year."

"Okay… it will relay the message to Dumbledore immediately. They're excellent for sending information with no chance of it being intercepted." she explained, "Let's get out of here then; we need to be back by lunch."

They apparated to outside Gringotts collected some money from her vault and walked to 'Maternity Supplies'. Ten minutes later, she emerged, carrying four bulging shopping bags.

"Perfect timing. You'll have to hold on even tighter this time, due to the extra weight."

Ten Minutes later, Hermione was in the Common Room talking to Ginny.

"Hey! How'd it go?" Ginny shrieked, hugging her friend tight.

"Amazing, it's due on 28th May, completely healthy. I'm just so happy." Hermione replied.

"Wow, shall we go down to lunch, talk about it properly?" Hermione agreed immediately as she was starving.

Arriving in the Great Hall, they chose a deserted spot at the end of the Gryffindor table.

"I fell… I really thought I'd lost It." she said as they sat down and helped themselves to food. "It just hit me how much I love it, already, even though I don't even know if it's a boy or girl but I'd already die for it. It's the most astounding feeling ever." she finished, smiling.

"Thought of any names yet?" Ginny asked.

"Yes actually, if it's a girl: Addison-Bliss Ginevra Granger…"

"Oh my God! I am a middle name! I love you so much!" Ginny screamed with her hands over her mouth.

"You've been such an amazing support to me and I wanted symbolise that in the name. If it is a boy: Caelan Sirius Granger. What do you think?"

"They're beautiful! Have you seen Harry and Ron since they found out?"

"Nope, but I'm going to tonight, I'm planning on talking to them separately."

She cringed at the very thought.


Next Time: Hermione tells Harry and Ron about the baby.

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