(A/N Thanks to anyone who reviewed for the second chapter, but I still don't know where I'm going with this chapter, so I'm just going to randomly write for a while. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and pleaz review after reading it.)
Chapter 3
"Hermione..." Harry said in a hushed voice, at 9 o'clock in the morning, "Hermioneee..."
"huh?" she voiced quietly, with her eyes still closed,"whadtimeizitt?"
"It's nine, dear," Harry replied with a smile,"I thought you'd have woken up by now,"
"IT'S NINE!!!!!!!" Hermione exclaimed loudly as he looked at the clock,"I HAVE TO BE AT WORK IN HALF AN HOUR!!!!!!!"
"Hermione, calm down," Harry said calmly as he sat down on the bed,"I've already called to tell them that you weren't feeling well."
"Oh, Harry, how do I deserve you," Hermione said, as she scrambled for her work cloths,"but they really need me today, I have ton-" She broke off and ran for the bathroom, and soon could be heard retching loudly.
"Hermione!" Harry gasped as he ran into the bathroom to help her.
By the time Harry had gotten there, Hermione was cleaning herself up at the sink, and looking miserable into her reflection.
"I guess it's a good thing that you called," she said, with the faintest hint of a smile.
"I guess." Harry said, looking worriedly at her reflection as well."I'll go make an appointment at St. Mungos."
"Harry! No! I'm fine, really," Hermione tried hopelessly to convince him.
"Nope, not believing it." Harry said firmly as he made his way to the telephone.
"No, you know how much I hate hospitals, and doctors, please don't," Hermione tried calling from the bedroom.
"Too late, the only time they had open was at 10 o'clock, so we better set off now." Harry said, as he walked back into the bedroom,"So, we need to get dressed."
Fifteen minutes later they were fully clothed and out the door. Hermione was walking grudginly a few feet behind Harry. "Why do we have to go, anyway? It's not like a vomiting my guts out or anything." Hermione asked, poutingly.
"Because, for you that's pretty sick," Harry replied from ahead of her,"You've never been sick before so this IS a big deal."
"Actually, I think one time in primary school, I had the chicken pox, so really it isn't that big of a deal, I've sick before," Hermione said, trying once again to get away from her appointment.
"Nice try, but no." Harry said, as he gave her a quick glance backward.
Hermione had given up, Harry just knows her too well. She walked in silence all the way to St. Mungo's, which by now wasn't much further.
"We're here for our appointment with Healer Powelle." Harry said into the manican. The door slid ajar, and they walked in to find an empty waiting room, and flowers everywhere.
"Hello, could you point the way to Powelle's office?" Harry asked kindly to the blonde witch at the reception desk.
"Down that hall, and to the left," she said pointing at the corridor ahead of her.
"Thank you" Harry called as he began walking that way.
"If you're good while we're here, you might get a lollipop." Harry said, trying to raise her spirits,"Or maybe an ice cream."
Hermione faked a smile quickly, and then went back to her sulky look.
"This should be it," Harry said, as he walked up to a door and knocked,"Healer Powelle?"
"Come in," said a high squeaky voice from behind the closed door.
Harry and Hermione walked into the room to find a tall, thin man, sitting behind the desk, he had hazel eyes, and grey hair, and was wearing dark green robes. He was so tall that he almost had to hunch to write on his table.
"Ah, right on time, Harry, just as you said" Powelle said,"And you must be Hermione, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask her a few questions alone."
Harry gave Hermione a look before leaving, he didn't want to leave if she wanted him there. He went outside and conjured a chair to wait in. 'What if she were mortally sick?' thought like that raced through Harry's mind for the whole hour he was waiting in the hall.
Back in the office:
"So Hermione, what are your symptons?" Powelle asked kindly.
"Nothing, I'm not sick, I probably just ate something funny yesterday that didn't agree with me." Hermione said, defensively.
"So what did you eat yesterday?" Powelle asked just as kindly as before.
"Um, I had chocolate frog pancakes, with ketchup for breakfast; some potatoes in a cheese sauce with a pickle and bertie botts sauce for lunch; and for supper I had a cheeseburger with extra pickles." Hermione said, trying really hard to recall anything else she might have eaten.
"Ah, and have you noticed anything else different in the past few day? Extra weight, drowsiness, crankiness, mood swings?" He asked, looking down at the paper in front of him.
"Come to think of it, I did have some extra weight on when we were shopping though, I thought it was just too much salt in my diet. I did sleep in to 9 o'clock this morning, and I AM NOT CRANKY!!!!" Hermione said, at once confirming his suspicions, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it's just that I have a ton of work to be doing, but my fiance dragged me here instead."
"It's probably a good thing he did too," He muttered under his breath, "So, have you missed your period this month?" He asked while fixing her with this stare that clearly said he knew something you didn't.
"Oh, I know what your thinking, but it can't be, trust me." Hermione said, blushing.
"Oh, but please trust ME. I am the Healer." He said, with an air of amusement,"So have you?"
"Well, it's not due for a few more days, honestly." Hermione said quietly.
"May I have your permission to perform a simple spell that will tell us whether or not?" He asked seriously and formal.
"I guess, but it won't matter, it'll come back negative." Hermione said hastily.
"Well, we'll find out now, won't we?" He said softly,"*Fetus Fetalus*"(A/N * = italics, remember?)
Hermione felt a jostling motion within her stomach before she saw it, a purple glowing being emitted from her stomach. She gasped and knew at once what it meant. Healer Powelle kept talking but all she heard was a congradulations and then she was too busy with her own thoughts to tune into his. What would Harry say, when should she tell him, *how* would she tell him?
"Uh huh, thank you doctor," Hermione said finally resorting to what the muggles called healers, so was so lost.
"Take care, and come see me again in three months," Healer Powelle said as Hermione opened the door and left.
"Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you healed?" Harry hit her with a plethra of questions, she just couldn't find herself to answer at that moment.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just have to go think." Hermione said as she made her way down the long corridor.
(A/N OK, I think that's it for this chapter hope you liked it, I wasn't quite sure how
I going to do this chapter so... Pleaz review and I'll try and make the next one longer. Thanx for reading!)
Chapter 3
"Hermione..." Harry said in a hushed voice, at 9 o'clock in the morning, "Hermioneee..."
"huh?" she voiced quietly, with her eyes still closed,"whadtimeizitt?"
"It's nine, dear," Harry replied with a smile,"I thought you'd have woken up by now,"
"IT'S NINE!!!!!!!" Hermione exclaimed loudly as he looked at the clock,"I HAVE TO BE AT WORK IN HALF AN HOUR!!!!!!!"
"Hermione, calm down," Harry said calmly as he sat down on the bed,"I've already called to tell them that you weren't feeling well."
"Oh, Harry, how do I deserve you," Hermione said, as she scrambled for her work cloths,"but they really need me today, I have ton-" She broke off and ran for the bathroom, and soon could be heard retching loudly.
"Hermione!" Harry gasped as he ran into the bathroom to help her.
By the time Harry had gotten there, Hermione was cleaning herself up at the sink, and looking miserable into her reflection.
"I guess it's a good thing that you called," she said, with the faintest hint of a smile.
"I guess." Harry said, looking worriedly at her reflection as well."I'll go make an appointment at St. Mungos."
"Harry! No! I'm fine, really," Hermione tried hopelessly to convince him.
"Nope, not believing it." Harry said firmly as he made his way to the telephone.
"No, you know how much I hate hospitals, and doctors, please don't," Hermione tried calling from the bedroom.
"Too late, the only time they had open was at 10 o'clock, so we better set off now." Harry said, as he walked back into the bedroom,"So, we need to get dressed."
Fifteen minutes later they were fully clothed and out the door. Hermione was walking grudginly a few feet behind Harry. "Why do we have to go, anyway? It's not like a vomiting my guts out or anything." Hermione asked, poutingly.
"Because, for you that's pretty sick," Harry replied from ahead of her,"You've never been sick before so this IS a big deal."
"Actually, I think one time in primary school, I had the chicken pox, so really it isn't that big of a deal, I've sick before," Hermione said, trying once again to get away from her appointment.
"Nice try, but no." Harry said, as he gave her a quick glance backward.
Hermione had given up, Harry just knows her too well. She walked in silence all the way to St. Mungo's, which by now wasn't much further.
"We're here for our appointment with Healer Powelle." Harry said into the manican. The door slid ajar, and they walked in to find an empty waiting room, and flowers everywhere.
"Hello, could you point the way to Powelle's office?" Harry asked kindly to the blonde witch at the reception desk.
"Down that hall, and to the left," she said pointing at the corridor ahead of her.
"Thank you" Harry called as he began walking that way.
"If you're good while we're here, you might get a lollipop." Harry said, trying to raise her spirits,"Or maybe an ice cream."
Hermione faked a smile quickly, and then went back to her sulky look.
"This should be it," Harry said, as he walked up to a door and knocked,"Healer Powelle?"
"Come in," said a high squeaky voice from behind the closed door.
Harry and Hermione walked into the room to find a tall, thin man, sitting behind the desk, he had hazel eyes, and grey hair, and was wearing dark green robes. He was so tall that he almost had to hunch to write on his table.
"Ah, right on time, Harry, just as you said" Powelle said,"And you must be Hermione, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask her a few questions alone."
Harry gave Hermione a look before leaving, he didn't want to leave if she wanted him there. He went outside and conjured a chair to wait in. 'What if she were mortally sick?' thought like that raced through Harry's mind for the whole hour he was waiting in the hall.
Back in the office:
"So Hermione, what are your symptons?" Powelle asked kindly.
"Nothing, I'm not sick, I probably just ate something funny yesterday that didn't agree with me." Hermione said, defensively.
"So what did you eat yesterday?" Powelle asked just as kindly as before.
"Um, I had chocolate frog pancakes, with ketchup for breakfast; some potatoes in a cheese sauce with a pickle and bertie botts sauce for lunch; and for supper I had a cheeseburger with extra pickles." Hermione said, trying really hard to recall anything else she might have eaten.
"Ah, and have you noticed anything else different in the past few day? Extra weight, drowsiness, crankiness, mood swings?" He asked, looking down at the paper in front of him.
"Come to think of it, I did have some extra weight on when we were shopping though, I thought it was just too much salt in my diet. I did sleep in to 9 o'clock this morning, and I AM NOT CRANKY!!!!" Hermione said, at once confirming his suspicions, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it's just that I have a ton of work to be doing, but my fiance dragged me here instead."
"It's probably a good thing he did too," He muttered under his breath, "So, have you missed your period this month?" He asked while fixing her with this stare that clearly said he knew something you didn't.
"Oh, I know what your thinking, but it can't be, trust me." Hermione said, blushing.
"Oh, but please trust ME. I am the Healer." He said, with an air of amusement,"So have you?"
"Well, it's not due for a few more days, honestly." Hermione said quietly.
"May I have your permission to perform a simple spell that will tell us whether or not?" He asked seriously and formal.
"I guess, but it won't matter, it'll come back negative." Hermione said hastily.
"Well, we'll find out now, won't we?" He said softly,"*Fetus Fetalus*"(A/N * = italics, remember?)
Hermione felt a jostling motion within her stomach before she saw it, a purple glowing being emitted from her stomach. She gasped and knew at once what it meant. Healer Powelle kept talking but all she heard was a congradulations and then she was too busy with her own thoughts to tune into his. What would Harry say, when should she tell him, *how* would she tell him?
"Uh huh, thank you doctor," Hermione said finally resorting to what the muggles called healers, so was so lost.
"Take care, and come see me again in three months," Healer Powelle said as Hermione opened the door and left.
"Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you healed?" Harry hit her with a plethra of questions, she just couldn't find herself to answer at that moment.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just have to go think." Hermione said as she made her way down the long corridor.
(A/N OK, I think that's it for this chapter hope you liked it, I wasn't quite sure how
I going to do this chapter so... Pleaz review and I'll try and make the next one longer. Thanx for reading!)
