Chapter 2: Happiness Comes In Two's
They took Ginny to the nearest muggle hospital where they did some tests. Ginny was lying on the bed when a nurse walked into the room. Harry stood up and asked the nurse if the results had come in yet. "They have," the nurse replied, "but unfortunately the doctor had to leave. His wife is having their first child."
"And the results didn't get read?" Harry asked.
"No, they haven't," the nurse said.
"So, how long do we have to wait?" Ginny asked. She was feeling a little better.
"I don't know, if there was another doctor around that could make any sense out of this then I would ask."
"Um, you know, my friend Hermione is a doctor; do you think that she could have a look at the results?" Harry asked.
"Only if your wife consents," the nurse told them.
"I do," Ginny said.
"But I'm only an obgyn," Hermione said, stating the muggle name for her profession. Ron gave her a weird look but she ignored it. "I'm not sure how much of it I'll know.
"You'll try though, won't you?" Ron asked, Hermione could tell he was concerned for his little sister.
"Yeah, I'll try," Hermione replied, more to Ron than the nurse.
"Ok, then, follow me," the nurse said, and they left the room. Hermione followed the nurse down a hallway and into a room that looked like a lab. "Ah, here they are." The nurse pulled a piece of paper out of a filing cabinet. Hermione took the paper and looked at it. Instead of making no sense, it made perfect sense to Hermione.
"Oh my," Hermione said, "she's pregnant."
"Well, that's good news, isn't it?" the nurse said, "Should I tell them?"
"No, I will," Hermione said, "but that's no reason for her to faint."
"Is there something more seriously wrong with her?"
"Probably, but these tests don't show it," Hermione said, she looked over the results again. "Nope, the only thing that's not normal here is her hormone levels. They're higher than normal, but that's because she's pregnant."
"So, what do you think needs to be done? More tests?" the nurse asked.
"Maybe, but she needs to be examined first. Sometimes you can find things wrong by doing just a pelvic exam."
"You think there's something wrong with her baby?"
"It is possible," Hermione replied, although she hoped everything was alright with Harry and Ginny's child.
"And if you find nothing wrong after examining her, then we do more tests?"
"Right, now do you have the supplies I'm going to need?" Hermione asked.
"Yes."
"Good, now go and prepare them, while go talk to Harry, Ron, and Ginny." Hermione took the test results with her back to the room where Harry, Ron, and Ginny waited.
"Hermione, thank god," Harry said, as she walked into the room.
"Are those the results?" Ron asked, looking at the piece of paper in her hand.
"Yes, they are," Hermione replied.
"So, am I going to live?" Ginny joked from the bed.
"Of course," Hermione replied. Then more seriously she asked, "Ron, would you excuse us for a minute, I need to talk to Harry and Ginny alone." Ron looked like he was very annoyed at being asked to leave but he nodded and did it anyway. After Ron had closed the door behind him, Hermione turned toward Harry and Ginny. Harry had taken a seat beside Ginny on the bed and was holding her hand.
"What is it Hermione? What's wrong with me?" Ginny asked.
"You're pregnant," Hermione smiled at her two best friends.
"What?!" Harry exclaimed.
"Really?!" Ginny's face lit up. Hermione nodded. Harry and Ginny threw their arms around each other and kissed.
Hermione waited until they separated, then said, "Harry, if you wouldn't mind I need to talk to Ginny alone?"
Harry hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Ginny, she nodded. "Ok, then I'll leave you two alone." Harry stepped out of the room. He saw Ron sitting on a chair across the hall, looking quite annoyed. Harry went over and sat in the chair beside Ron.
"What they kick you out too?" Ron asked.
"Yup," Harry replied with a big grin on his face.
"What are you so happy about?"
"Ginny's pregnant," Harry told him, his smile widening.
"Really?!" Ron said.
"Yes," Harry said.
"Congratulations!" Ron replied, giving Harry a playful punch in the shoulder. "I'm going to be an uncle."
"Well, I'm going to be a father!" Harry said teasing Ron.
"Well, I'll be one too one day."
"Probably sooner than you think," Harry said, smiling.
"Hey!" Ron said, his face as red as his hair. They were too busy teasing each other to notice the nurse walk into Ginny's room with a tray of medical instruments on it.
"You ready to do this?" the nurse asked, as she closed the door behind her.
"Yes," Hermione replied, she had already told Ginny that she needed to be examined to find out what was wrong. Ginny had changed out of her clothes and into a hospital gown. The nurse set the tray down on a food cart and brought it over to the end of the bed where Hermione had already pulled a chair and was sitting in it. "Could you hand me that extra blanket on the bed over there?" The nurse went over to the bed and brought back the blanket. "Thanks, I can take it from here." Hermione dismissed the nurse. The nurse left and Hermione turned to Ginny.
Ginny looked at Hermione, and told her straight out, "I'm scared, Hermione."
"I know you are," Hermione replied, when Ginny looked surprised she added, "I can see it in your eyes. Don't worry I do this stuff all the time; I know what I'm doing." Hermione pulled on the gloves and opened up the examination kit. "I need you slide down and put your legs up." Ginny looked uneasy but did as she was told. Hermione threw the extra blanket over Ginny's knees for more privacy. Hermione looked down and saw that Ginny was tense. "Just relax, I can't do anything when you're tense," Ginny blushed at the thought of Hermione knowing that she was tense. "Take a deep breath and relax, Ginny, everything will be fine," Hermione told her, Ginny started to relax and Hermione set to work. "Much better, just tell me if anything hurts ok?" Ginny nodded her head and closed her eyes, letting Hermione examine her.
Meanwhile, out in the hall Harry and Ron didn't let the nurse escape their knowing when she came out of the room. Both of them got up off their chairs and walked right up to her and asked, "What is going on in there?"
"I'm sorry but I can't tell you that sir," the nurse replied.
"They've been in there for about five minutes now! Surely they're doing more than talking," Ron told her. When the nurse was quiet, Ron pressed on, "And what exactly were you doing in there?"
"Miss. Granger requested that I bring her the necessary supplies," the nurse replied calmly.
"The necessary supplies for just what exactly?" Harry asked, his voice rising.
"As I told you before, Mr. Potter, if could tell you I would but Miss. Granger prefers to tell you herself," the nurse replied angrily.
"That is my wife, were talking about! Not just some random girl I met!" Harry was close to yelling, Ron knew he had to do something before the situation got out of hand. "And with all due respect miss, but I don't care, Ginny's my wife and I DESERVE TOO KNOW!"
"Harry," Ron grabbed his best friend's arm and started to pull him away. "Harry, come on there's nothing you can do. Besides, we trust Hermione right?"
Harry was pulled out of his anger when someone grabbed his arm; he turned hoping that it wasn't a security guard and saw Ron. At this moment, Ron's last sentence was all that penetrated Harry's brain, but it was enough for him to at least clam down for a moment. "Yeah, we do," Harry replied, quietly. The nurse took this opportunity to get away from the angry man.
"Well, then all we have to do is wait for Hermione to come of that room and invite us back in," Ron assured him.
"Right," Harry said, "I'm sorry Ron, I didn't mean to lose my temper, it's just that Ginny's sick and it pains me to see her suffer. But what's even worse is me knowing that I can do nothing to make her feel better."
"Harry, what are you talking about? You being there with her is all she needs to feel better," Ron said.
"Thanks mate."
"Anytime."
Back in the hospital room, Harry's yell startled Ginny. Her eyes flashed opened, "Harry!" she said, the only thing that kept her from sitting up was Hermione's hand on her stomach.
"I'm sure everything is fine out there," Hermione reassured her. "Now, lay back down, I'm almost finished, and then I'll go and get Harry and Ron." Ginny lay back down on the bed. "Ginny, you're tense again."
"Sorry," Ginny said, unblushingly. She closed her eyes and tried to push the thought of Harry out of her mind, but couldn't so she just laid there until Hermione got up off the chair, took the gloves off and threw them in the garbage bin on the other side of the room.
"Ok, you can sit up now," Hermione called to Ginny. She pushed the food cart on the opposite wall that the bed was on, as Ginny pushed herself up.
Hermione was just about to go get and Harry and Ron, when Ginny's voice stopped her. "Hermione?"
"Umm?"
"Is it normal to be sore?"
"Yes, but it should go away in a few hours. Oh, and you may not want to be intimate with Harry tonight," Hermione smiled as Ginny blushed the color of her hair. "Just doing my job," Hermione said, as she opened the door. Hermione closed the door behind her and walked toward the end of the hall.
"Hermione!" Harry called out, before she even saw them at the end of the hall sitting in chairs. Harry got up and ran to Hermione. Ron followed. "What's going on? Is Ginny alright?"
Hermione laughed, now she knew why he had yelled. He had probably questioned the nurse, and she of course couldn't answer any of them. "Yes, she's fine, you two can go in and see her now," Hermione told them. "I need to go and see the nurse and then we can go home."
"Ok," Ron said, and he and Harry ran into Ginny's hospital room, while Hermione headed back to the lab.
When she got there she spotted the nurse that had been helping her. "Anything?" the nurse asked.
"Nope, everything was normal." Hermione sat down in a chair by the filing cabinet.
"So, more tests then?"
"Yes."
"What kind?" the nurse asked opening the cabinet.
"Just the regular blood test for now, if we get nothing, then we'll go from there."
"Ok, here's the form, you'll have to fill it out, since I know nothing about her."
"Alright, I'll bring it back after I talk to them," Hermione said as she took the paper from the nurse and left the lab to go back to the room where the others were.
Hermione entered the room to find Harry back on the bed with Ginny and Ron sitting in the chair at the end of the bed. "I assume you told them?" Hermione asked Ginny as she closed the door.
"Yes," Harry answered for her. "Did you find anything?"
"No, I didn't," Hermione replied, "everything's normal, except for the fact that you're pregnant."
"So, now what?" Ginny asked.
"We do more tests," Hermione said, "it's the only way to find out what's wrong with you."
"What kind of tests?" Harry asked.
"Blood tests, then if we find nothing wrong there, then we move on."
"So, how long does it take to get these blood tests back?" Ron asked.
"A day or two."
"Alright then, if that is what it takes to make my Gin better than we'll do it," Harry said, squeezing Ginny's hand.
"Good, then I just need to fill out this form for the tests," Hermione told them. "I just need to ask you a few questions."
"Ok," Ginny replied. Hermione started to fill out the form; it started with the usual things like patient's name, address, and the type of tests they were having done. When it came to the patient's history Hermione had to start her questions. "Do suffer from recurring headaches?"
"No." Hermione checked the no box.
"Do you have any heart problems?"
"No."
"Do you have asthma?"
"No, not now, but did I when I was a kid."
"Do you have any other serious medical problems?"
"Nope."
"Ok, on to family history," Hermione said.
"Wait a minute," Ginny said, Hermione looked up from the paper. "You're going to have to ask Ron those, because I have no idea what are family's medical history is."
"Alright then," Hermione replied, looked back down at the paper she asked, "Is there any history of heart attacks in your family?"
"No," Ron replied.
"How about strokes?"
"No."
"Cancer?"
"No."
"Ok, that's it," Hermione said getting up off the chair. "I'll be right back."
"Alright," Harry said. Hermione left the room and went back to the lab, where the nurse was waiting for her.
"Here you go," Hermione said, handing the paper to the nurse.
"Should I go and take the blood?" the nurse asked.
"No, I'll do that, you go and order the tests," Hermione told her.
"There's a kit right there," the nurse pointed to a cart just outside the lab.
"Ok," Hermione replied, "I'll be right back with the blood." The nurse took the paper and disappeared somewhere in the lab. Hermione went to the cart outside the door and took only a vile. Hermione walked back into the room and went over to Ginny's bed. "I'm going to take the blood magically so there will be no pain," Hermione said, as she pulled her wand out of her pocket. She took Ginny's right arm and prodded it with her wand, then took the vile and put the tip of her wand on the opening of the vile and Ginny's blood poured in. "I'll be right back, and then we can get out of here."
"That's what you said the last time," Ginny said.
"This time I mean it," Hermione said as she closed the door and headed back to the lab. The nurse was waiting for her. "Here's the blood, now we're leaving." Hermione started to walk away but the nurse called after her. "What?" Hermione turned around.
"You can't leave," the nurse told her.
"Why not?"
"Because Mrs. Potter was admitted to the hospital."
"Damn," Hermione swore, "who admitted her?"
"The doctor that she saw when she came in."
"Why the hell would he do that?"
"Because did you see the condition she was in when she arrived?"
"Yes, I did."
"Well, wouldn't you have admitted her if she was your patient and not friend?"
"Probably," Hermione admitted. If there was one thing she had learned about muggle hospitals while she was young it was that they couldn't keep a person against their will. "You can't keep her here. Not if she wants to go home."
"No you're right we can't. But there is no attending doctor that can sign her out."
"There may not be, but the head nurse can."
"I'll go and see if I can find her." The nurse left. Hermione too left to go back to the room. She had promised Ginny that they would be going home as soon she got back from the lab. How was she going to tell her best friend that she might have to spend the night in that room? Hermione grabbed the door knob, sighed and opened it. Ginny was sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry was underneath it looking for her clothes and Ron was still sitting in the chair at the end of the bed.
"Good are we leaving now?" Ron said as she walked into the room.
Hermione looked at Ginny and answered, "I'm afraid there may be a slight delay."
"What?" Ginny asked, "Why?"
"Apparently, the doctor you saw admitted you to the hospital," Hermione replied.
"But all they have to do get someone to sign me out, "Ginny said.
"It's not that simple," Hermione replied, "The attending doctor or the head nurse must sign you out."
"So, you're telling me that Ginny may have to spend the night here?" Ron asked.
"Maybe," Hermione replied, "the attending doctor is gone, but the head nurse should still be here."
There was a knock at the door and the nurse came in. "I'm sorry, miss, but the head nurse left ten minutes ago after her sift ended."
"Shit," Harry said. Then another thought came to his mind. "When they admit you don't you get a wrist band that has your information on it?"
"Yes," the nurse replied.
"I never got one of those," Ginny said.
"Well, then I guess you're free to go," the nurse told them. "Sorry about that. We'll call you in a day or two with the test results." The nurse left the room.
"Glad that's cleared up," Ron said, Harry came out from under the bed with Ginny's belongings bag.
"We'll leave while you get dressed, come on out when you're ready," Harry said, handing Ginny the bag. "Come on guys." He led Ron and Hermione out of the room and into the hallway. "So, what do you guys want to do?"
"Oh, I don't know," Ron replied.
"What time is it?" Hermione asked, never thinking to check the time once while they were in the hospital.
Harry checked his watch, "Almost four thirty."
"In the afternoon?"
"Yup."
"God, we've been here that long?" Hermione asked, surprised at the time.
"We must have," Ron said.
"We should go and grab some dinner," Harry said, as Ginny came out of the room, dressed and beautiful once again. "Hey, Gin." Harry put one arm around her waist. "How about some dinner?"
"What time is it?" Ginny asked, not knowing how long they had been there, to her it felt like almost the entire day, and from the answer she got it was almost the entire day. "Oh, my."
"So, is that a yes, then?" Harry asked, smiling.
"Of course," Ginny replied, giving her husband his smile back.
"Where do you want to go?" Ron asked.
"It doesn't matter to me, as long as I get to eat," Ginny replied.
"I feel like Chinese," Hermione said, "how about it?"
"Ok." Harry, Ron, and Ginny said.
They came to the main doors leading out of the hospital. Ron, to lazy to push the door open, pushed the button that opens the door for people that are in wheelchairs. "Ron, you lazy idiot!" Hermione said, as they went through the first set of doors. "You know that button is only for the people in wheelchairs, who can't open the door themselves."
"I can be handicapped too you know!" Ron said, annoyingly. "Oh! I'm in terrible pain! My legs hurt so bad that I can't walk! I think I need to use that button on the wall there to open the door for me!" Ron joked, as he pushed the button on the second set of doors. Harry and Ginny laughed, as Ron pretended to limp toward the door dragging his left leg.
Hermione gave Ron a disapproving look. "You know Ron, that's not very funny," Hermione said annoyed at her boyfriend's actions and words.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Ron said, placing an arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. "I won't make fun at anything that you don't want me to."
"Good," Hermione said, laying her head on his shoulders, they walked ahead of Harry and Ginny.
Ron and Hermione led the way to the restaurant. The two couples walked along the sidewalk hand in hand, talking silently to each other. The two blocks from the hospital to the restaurant, in actual time took them fifteen minutes to walk, but in the minds of the young couples it was only seconds. Ron pulled the restaurant's door open and stood aside as Harry, Ginny, and Hermione entered it. "Where should we sit?" Hermione asked, as the door shut behind Ron.
"How about that table in the corner over there?" Ron suggested, indicating an elegantly set table with two candles and an embroidered white table cloth. It was set for four people.
"Alright," Ginny said, starting out toward the table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed. Ron and Hermione sat on the opposite side of the table that Ginny and Harry were on.
A waitress came over to the table and handed out the menus. She waited while the two young couples read over them and decided what they wanted. "Ready to order?" she asked them.
"Yes," Harry replied, "four wonton soups, four egg rolls, beef fried rice, BBQ pork lo mien, sweet and sour chicken balls, and chicken chow mien."
The waitress wrote this all down and asked, "And to drink?"
"A coke," Harry said.
"An ice tea," Hermione said.
"Shirley Temple for me," Ron said.
"And I'll have a ginger ale," Ginny replied.
"Alright, I'll be right back," the waitress said, heading toward the kitchens.
"How much is all this going to cost?" Ron asked.
"I don't know," Harry replied, "Hermione add it up."
Hermione sighed, picked up the menu and asked, "Ginny, how much money do you have?"
Ginny pulled her wallet out and began counting her bills. "I have forty-five."
"Ok, we should be fine."
"Why? How much is this stuff going to cost?" Ron asked, as if he dreaded the answer.
"Around sixty or seventy dollars with the tax," Hermione replied matter-of- factly.
"Harry, before our food comes I have a very important question to ask you," Ron said.
"Sure," Harry replied.
"But not here," Ron looked around. The bar was empty, unusual for a busy restaurant. "Over there." He nodded toward the bar. They left Ginny and Hermione at the table and went over to sit at the bar.
"What did you want to ask me, Ron?" Harry said, a little concerned.
"Well, I'm thinking about proposing to Hermione," Ron said. He paused giving Harry time to take it in. Harry, however, was not surprised that this was what Ron wanted to talk about.
"Yes, go on," Harry said.
"Well, my question is this, should I wait to ask her or should I just get a ring like tomorrow and ask her?"
"Let me guess, you're scared because you don't want her to think that after what happened between you two last night you're only doing this because you had sex?" Harry was sure this was why Ron had come to him.
"Shhhh," Ron said, looking around hoping no one had heard Harry. Harry laughed. "What?"
"You uncomfortable with the word sex, Ronald Weasley?" Harry said an evil grin on his face.
"Of course not," Ron said, blushing a deep crimson. "Just not in public."
"Oh, I see," Harry said a smile still on his lips. "So, that is why then?"
"Yes."
"But that's not your reason for asking her to marry you is it?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not!" Ron said. Too fast, Harry noticed. "Well, maybe that is part of it," Ron admitted, "but I really do love her."
"Well then, just tell her that and it doesn't matter when you ask her," Harry said.
"How did you know when to ask Ginny?" Ron asked.
"I didn't," Harry replied, getting up off the bar stool. "I talked to your father."
Dinner was absolutely wonderful, the food was really good and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had a wonderful time or at least it seemed like they did. Ron thought about proposing to Hermione all through dinner, thankfully none of the others noticed. It wasn't until after they had finished eating and Hermione and Ginny had gone to the bathroom to reapply their makeup, that Ron said anything. "Harry, what time does the jewelry store close tonight?"
"Nine. Why?"
"Because I want to get a ring for Hermione," Ron replied.
"Now?" Harry asked
"Yes. I want to ask her tomorrow."
"Oh, I get it," Harry said, a smile back on his face.
"Oh Harry don't even start with that shit again," Ron told him.
"Alright fine, you want to send the girls on home before we go?" Harry asked.
"Yes, but what do we tell them?"
"Um, tell them that we need to pick something up or something like that." Hermione and Ginny came out of the bathroom at that moment and Harry and Ron stopped talking.
"You ready to go?" Hermione asked.
"Um, you guys go home and Ron and I will be there later," Harry said.
"Where are you going?" Ginny questioned her husband.
"We've got an errand to run that we couldn't do today because you were in the hospital," Ron answered for him.
Ginny gave him a suspicious look, but didn't argue. "Well, then I guess Hermione and I will go home then, come on Hermione." Ginny led a stunned Hermione out of the restaurant and down the street toward the manor.
"Well, that was easier than I thought," Ron said.
"Come on, we'd better hurry," Harry said. They hurried out of the restaurant and down the opposite side of the street that the girls had gone down