Don't Forget To Floss
By Lauren G.
Chapter 13
Author's Note: Well, here it is folks. I know a major part of this is spoiled in 'Angel Kisses', but there is more to the story! So please read.
It was April 1st, All Fool's Day. Harry walked downstairs in his pajama bottoms and went to the front door. He yawned and opened the door. He stepped out to get to the paper lying on the walkway and stepped in something very squishy. He groaned and lifted a slippered foot.
"Dragon dung! Yuck!" Harry said. He would have to clean up the mess with his wand later. There was a note tied to the Daily Prophet.
'April Fools – Fred & George'. Harry had to smile at the cleverness of how the Weasley twins still managed to prank old friends. He walked back in the house, leaving his slippers near the door. He laid the paper out on the kitchen table and began to make some coffee. Hermione came down the stairs.
"What smells like dung bombs? Only worse?"
"Fred and George." Harry said.
"They're here?" Hermione said, pulling her robe around her tighter.
"No." Harry said, going over and kissing her cheek. "They set out dragon dung on our walkway. Don't you know what day it is?"
"April 1st….. Oh…. Those buggers." Hermione said.
"Waffles?" Harry asked, as he magicked frozen waffles out of the fridge and they settled themselves in the toaster oven.
"No thanks. I'm not feeling very hungry." Hermione said. She was holding her stomach as she sat, sort of hunched over.
"Let me guess. You threw up again and you're not telling me." Harry said, his back turned. Hermione's eyes shifted from side to side.
"You did, didn't you." Harry said, coming over and setting a plate of waffles in front of her.
"I think we should go to a doctor."
"Not St. Mungos!" Hermione pleaded. There were too many bad memories from that place.
"No. I'll look in the phone book." Harry said. Hermione slumped in her seat.
Hermione had her arms folded across her chest and was impatiently tapping her foot. She was angry that Harry had dragged her to a doctor's office. Harry was reading a Cooking magazine, his glasses slipping down his face.
"Mrs. Potter?" Said a nurse in a teddy bear printed scrub, opening a door. Hermione threw a glare at Harry as she stood up.
"What?" He said, defensively. He followed her into the back. There was more awkward silence as they waited in another room. Finally, a doctor came in.
"What seems to be the problem?" He asked, scribbling on a clipboard.
"Hermione's been throwing up." Harry said. "Off and on. For… a while I guess." Hermione looked everywhere in the room but Harry or the doctor.
"I see…. And you've been married how long?" He asked. Hermione finally looked at Harry. He looked back and shrugged. That was a weird question for a doctor to ask.
"Not even a year." Hermione said. The doctor grinned. "Well, I have a simple test for you to take, Mrs. Potter."
"Um.. Okay." Hermione said. The doctor left and came back with a box and handed it to Hermione.
"A PREGNANCY TEST?" Hermione shrieked. Harry fell out of his seat. He stood up and rubbed at his ears and sat back down.
"Yes." The doctor said, also rubbing at his ears. "Morning sickness is common in pregnant women. I suggest you take it. The restroom is down the hall on your left." Hermione stood up and walked out of the room.
"You've got to be kidding me." She muttered. Harry twiddled his thumbs. Pregnancy test? What would Ron say… The doctor scribbled more on his clipboard. He lifted his head and gave Harry a cheesy smile. Harry just stared blankly back.
There was a click and Hermione came back into the room with one of the nurses behind her.
"Well?" Harry asked, looking at his wife's face, which was emotionless. The nurse handed the plastic test to the doctor. They both smiled at the Potter's.
"No." Harry said.
"Yes." They said.
"No." Hermione insisted.
"Yes." The nurse and the doctor insisted back.
"I'm…. Pregnant?" Hermione whispered.
"Yes. Almost 1 month." The doctor said. "Approximately." Harry looked over at Hermione, who was feeling her tummy.
"We'll show you out. If you have any questions you can just call. We suggest calling a baby doctor to schedule frequent check ups." The doctor said, ushering them out.
The car ride home in the Hermione's small Buick was a quiet one. Neither of them said anything. Harry was surprised he didn't get into an accident or drive past Godric's Hollow. When they arrived and Harry pulled in the garage, he hurried and opened Hermione's door for her. They walked in the house. Hermione set her purse on the counter.
"So….. Now what?" Harry said, taking off his shoes.
"Are we ready for this?" Hermione whispered again.
"I guess we have to be. We both have stable jobs and plenty of money. Plus, we have extra rooms." Harry said.
"I mean are we ready to be parents?" Hermione continued to whisper.
"Sure we will." Harry said, putting an arm around Hermione. She turned to him.
"Harry…" She said softly.
"Yes?" He said, looking down at her.
"We're going to be PARENTS!" She squealed all of the sudden. "I'm PREGNANT! We're going to have a BABY!!!!!!" She grabbed Harry and hugged him tight.
"Whoa now." Harry said, pulling away. "You're in a delicate condition." He sent, beginning to act like the handler of a very breakable object, two in fact.
"Let's tell Ron first." Hermione said, reaching for the phone.
"I just thought of something!" Harry said. "I'm sure Ron will let us baby-sit HIS kids to practice."
"Good thinking." Hermione said, kissing Harry.
Harry and Hermione arrived at the Weasley's later that day. Hermione eagerly knocked on the door. Screaming immediately resulted and Ron opened the door, a screaming infant in his arms. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, and any food he had managed to have was all down the front of his shirt, along with spit up.
"Do…. Not…. Ever….. Have kids." Ron breathed out. Harry and Hermione looked over at Ron and gulped.
Author's Note: How was that? Slightly short, but I wanted to end it on a funny note of Ron automatically giving them a fright about the 'joys' of parenting. Good huh? I will try my best to make the next chapter longer, okay? Hope you all enjoyed. Please review! I'm anxious to hear from you all. No trash, recycle.
