Everything seemed to be going very well. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco
received the results of their NEWTs a week later, and they were very good.
When they applied for the jobs they wanted, they were successfully
accepted. They felt really great with themselves.
Hermione and Draco hadn't talked about their mistake ever since their conversation on the Train. They both felt it was better not to discuss it, just try to forget. Hermione promised herself: it would never, ever happen again. So why not forget about it and pretend it never happened?
Luckily, Draco wasn't required to work out of the country. He could meet Hermione every weekend, for in weekdays they both were exhausted from their jobs.
Hermione began to feel good with herself again. So I made a mistake, she told herself. It's a pity, but it's not the end of the world. Next time will be better.
Harry and her worked together and loved it. They were best friends as ever. Harry was a bit depressed, because he knew he wasn't going to see Ginny again until Christmas, but other than that, he found his work fascinating.
One day, around the middle of September, Harry and Hermione received an invitation from Ron, to come and visit him in St. Mungo's on the weekend. He promised to show them around, introduce them to his colleagues and have some fun.
"It's a special day," Ron wrote in his owl. "St. Mungo's organizes this day every year, and each worker is allowed to bring family and friends. There are special treats, you'll see. Just come. It's going to be great, I promise."
Hermione sent an owl to Draco, apologizing for not being able to spend that weekend with him. He sent her an owl back, confirming it was totally OK.
The two of them, Harry and Hermione, went to St. Mungo's on Saturday morning. Ron had been waiting for them in the entry hall.
"Hey, guys!" cried Ron. "Great to see you."
"It's great to see you too," said Hermione, looking around. Many other Healers were there, dressed like Ron, with their family and friends around them.
Soon after, Ron's family arrived - Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George.
Ron glowed with happinnes. He introduced them to his fellow Healers and took them to a dining room to eat breakfast.
"It's nothing like the food in Muggle hospitals," said Hermione, chewing the food. "It's almost as good as in Hogwarts!"
"Yes, it is," said Ron proudly. "Oh, Mom, Hermione, guess what? You will be able to pass general tests!"
"What?" Hermione almost dropped her fork.
"Yeah, you know, to see if you're healthy. They only give this service to women visitors - free general tests. They only make a few tests, nothing serious. It's optional, of course, but it looks really good to me."
"Yes, I think it's good," said Mrs. Weasley. "Feel like it, Hermione?"
"Well..." Hermione didn't know what to say. After all, why not? She hasn't got anything to lose. "OK."
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Ten minutes later Hermione and Mrs. Weasley were taken by two women Healers upstairs. Hermione entered with one of them to a private room, and Mrs. Weasley entered with the second one to another room.
"I'm Mrs. Jones," said the Healer. Hermione sat down on a red armchair and Mrs. Jones sat in front of her, on the other side of her desk. "What is your name, dear?" she drew out some papers and a quill.
"Hermione Granger."
"Nice to meet you, Hermione," said Mrs. Jones, beginning to scrabble on the papers. "Well, let's begin with some general questions. How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
The quill rustled.
"Do you feel alright, dear? Any strange signs? Unfamiliar symptoms? Unexpected omens?"
"No."
"Do you feel completely healthy?"
"Yes, I hope."
Mrs. Jones continued to write. When she spoke again, her voice was still formal.
"Are you a virgin, dear?"
Hermione blushed like a fresh tomato. She felt so embarrassed. "N-no," she mumbled, staring at the floor.
"When was the last time you had sex?"
"Almost three months ago."
"Was it your first time?" asked Mrs. Jones, scribbling quickly and still not looking at her.
"Yes."
"Did you use any protection?" asked Mrs. Jones.
Hermione felt herself now becoming pale. She hadn't thought about this at all, not once since she slept with Draco. How could she be so damned stupid?
"N-no," she murmured, termbling.
Mrs. Jones raised her eyes and stared at Hermione. "You didn't use any protection?"
"No," Hermione panted.
"So you might be pregnant now?" she asked.
Hermione stared at her, horrified, and didn't answer.
"It's very easy to check, dear," said Mrs. Jones, getting to her feet. "Come here, please, and lie on this bed."
Hermione obeyed, almost stunned from fear. Mrs. Jones put her hands on Hermione's stomach and felt it.
"Hmm," she murmured. She then drew out her wand and put some spell on Hermione's stomach, to make it transparent.
"You can get up," she finally said, removed the spell and went back to her desk. Hermione sat up.
"W-what did you find out?" she asked breathlessly.
Mrs. Jones raised her eyes again. Once again, she came over to Hermione and put a comforting arm around her. "I'm sorry, darling. You're pregnant. And you're almost into your third month."
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A/N: Please let me know what you think!
Hermione and Draco hadn't talked about their mistake ever since their conversation on the Train. They both felt it was better not to discuss it, just try to forget. Hermione promised herself: it would never, ever happen again. So why not forget about it and pretend it never happened?
Luckily, Draco wasn't required to work out of the country. He could meet Hermione every weekend, for in weekdays they both were exhausted from their jobs.
Hermione began to feel good with herself again. So I made a mistake, she told herself. It's a pity, but it's not the end of the world. Next time will be better.
Harry and her worked together and loved it. They were best friends as ever. Harry was a bit depressed, because he knew he wasn't going to see Ginny again until Christmas, but other than that, he found his work fascinating.
One day, around the middle of September, Harry and Hermione received an invitation from Ron, to come and visit him in St. Mungo's on the weekend. He promised to show them around, introduce them to his colleagues and have some fun.
"It's a special day," Ron wrote in his owl. "St. Mungo's organizes this day every year, and each worker is allowed to bring family and friends. There are special treats, you'll see. Just come. It's going to be great, I promise."
Hermione sent an owl to Draco, apologizing for not being able to spend that weekend with him. He sent her an owl back, confirming it was totally OK.
The two of them, Harry and Hermione, went to St. Mungo's on Saturday morning. Ron had been waiting for them in the entry hall.
"Hey, guys!" cried Ron. "Great to see you."
"It's great to see you too," said Hermione, looking around. Many other Healers were there, dressed like Ron, with their family and friends around them.
Soon after, Ron's family arrived - Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George.
Ron glowed with happinnes. He introduced them to his fellow Healers and took them to a dining room to eat breakfast.
"It's nothing like the food in Muggle hospitals," said Hermione, chewing the food. "It's almost as good as in Hogwarts!"
"Yes, it is," said Ron proudly. "Oh, Mom, Hermione, guess what? You will be able to pass general tests!"
"What?" Hermione almost dropped her fork.
"Yeah, you know, to see if you're healthy. They only give this service to women visitors - free general tests. They only make a few tests, nothing serious. It's optional, of course, but it looks really good to me."
"Yes, I think it's good," said Mrs. Weasley. "Feel like it, Hermione?"
"Well..." Hermione didn't know what to say. After all, why not? She hasn't got anything to lose. "OK."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ten minutes later Hermione and Mrs. Weasley were taken by two women Healers upstairs. Hermione entered with one of them to a private room, and Mrs. Weasley entered with the second one to another room.
"I'm Mrs. Jones," said the Healer. Hermione sat down on a red armchair and Mrs. Jones sat in front of her, on the other side of her desk. "What is your name, dear?" she drew out some papers and a quill.
"Hermione Granger."
"Nice to meet you, Hermione," said Mrs. Jones, beginning to scrabble on the papers. "Well, let's begin with some general questions. How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
The quill rustled.
"Do you feel alright, dear? Any strange signs? Unfamiliar symptoms? Unexpected omens?"
"No."
"Do you feel completely healthy?"
"Yes, I hope."
Mrs. Jones continued to write. When she spoke again, her voice was still formal.
"Are you a virgin, dear?"
Hermione blushed like a fresh tomato. She felt so embarrassed. "N-no," she mumbled, staring at the floor.
"When was the last time you had sex?"
"Almost three months ago."
"Was it your first time?" asked Mrs. Jones, scribbling quickly and still not looking at her.
"Yes."
"Did you use any protection?" asked Mrs. Jones.
Hermione felt herself now becoming pale. She hadn't thought about this at all, not once since she slept with Draco. How could she be so damned stupid?
"N-no," she murmured, termbling.
Mrs. Jones raised her eyes and stared at Hermione. "You didn't use any protection?"
"No," Hermione panted.
"So you might be pregnant now?" she asked.
Hermione stared at her, horrified, and didn't answer.
"It's very easy to check, dear," said Mrs. Jones, getting to her feet. "Come here, please, and lie on this bed."
Hermione obeyed, almost stunned from fear. Mrs. Jones put her hands on Hermione's stomach and felt it.
"Hmm," she murmured. She then drew out her wand and put some spell on Hermione's stomach, to make it transparent.
"You can get up," she finally said, removed the spell and went back to her desk. Hermione sat up.
"W-what did you find out?" she asked breathlessly.
Mrs. Jones raised her eyes again. Once again, she came over to Hermione and put a comforting arm around her. "I'm sorry, darling. You're pregnant. And you're almost into your third month."
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A/N: Please let me know what you think!