Authors Note: Hey Hey. Everyone, finals are over. But I'm off to camp in a week for 4 weeks,

and then off to England for 3 weeks. So here's the start of lots of chapters I am trying to type up

till I leave. REVIEW please! It makes me want to type more. Enjoy reading.

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Harry finished eating before Hermione but he didn't put down his spoon. Hermione kept

her head down, and was slowly bringing her spoon to her mouth. She felt a dizzy wave of nausea

but didn't announce it aloud. She did not want Harry to go all frantic. She didn't pick up her

head, assuming Harry would automatically notice her sick-look if she did.

She slowly put her bowl down and whispered a spell. Her bowl and spoon vanished. She

then pointed to Harry's and did the same.

"Ready Hermione?" Harry looked up at her in question.

Hermione was contemplating whether or not she wanted to get a pepper-up potion. She really felt

sick.

Harry was wondering what was taking Hermione so long to decide. 'Hmm, is she not

feeling well?' he thought to himself. He didn't want to make her angry by asking her.

"She will let me know, if that is the case" he muttered.

Hermione checked her watch. It was well into Transfiguration, and it was also well into her

second month of pregnancy.

"Lets go to class" Hermione replied.

They walked together to class. Hermione clutched her stomach, and sucked in her breath so she

should not start gagging.

" Harry I don't know what's wrong! I really don't--" she felted her stomach churning,

"I really don't feel well!" she choked out. She started crying from the pain.

"We are going to the hospital wing" Harry said, and turned at the next corner. They

started going up the stairs, and Hermione sat down. Her head was spinning, and she put her head

down on Harry's shoulder. Harry put his arms around her, and felt that she was shaking slightly.

"-Harry I cant walk--" Hermione said and she collapsed into Harry's arms. Harry lifted

her and carried her up the stairs. She put her head down on Harry's shoulders, and let him carry

her.

He carried her all the way up to the fourth floor, and walked towards the hospital wing.

Madame Pomfrey noticed right away, and rushed to a bed and motioned Harry to it. He slowly

placed Hermione on it, and she just stayed lying down.

"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Potter?" Madame Pomfrey asked, in her usual brisk

fashion.

"Hermione just said she didn't feel well and collapsed. Hermione, what hurts you?" Harry

said.

Hermione looked up at Madame Pomfrey, "I don't know. I just felt very nauseous and my

stomach hurts, and then I just felt dizzy and really weak." she choked out once again, her eyes

closing as if she was about to fall into a tranquil sleep.

"Ms. Granger, I will have to examine you to determine the problem. It could just be a

nasty case of morning sickness, but why don't we check it out to be certain." Madame Pomfrey

said, while throwing her a hospital gown.

"Please put it on. Do you need my help?" Madame Pomfrey continued.

Hermione lifted up her head and realized she did indeed need help. Though she felt mortified,

she nodded.

Harry saw her uneasiness and stepped outside the bed curtains. Hermione wasn't uneasy

about that, but she didn't have the strength to tell him then.

"It will only be a few minutes Mr. Potter, like the last time, I trust you remember."

Harry looked away, and Madame Pomfrey closed the curtains. He could again make out

the shadows and Hermione's cries.

It was about five minutes later when Madame Pomfrey stepped out of the curtains and

opened them.

"Well Ms Granger, it seems that you do indeed have a case of morning sickness.

However, you also seem to have a trace of the influenza virus, which is not safe. I want you to

take this potion every day, till I see you next time. Also, stay in bed for the next week or so till

you feel better. Would you like to stay here?"

Hermione had her eyes closed, but still she shook her head. She wanted the comfort of

her own room, and her own visitors.

"You may stay in your Head Girl dorm, and the only reason I am not reluctant is because

it is only shared by yourself and Harry. Mr. Potter, you are to stay with her. Be with her. Do you

mind?"

"Of course not" Harry said, confidently and suavely. He wanted Hermione to know that

he was there for her.

"Ms. Granger, I will be at your room every morning to administer your potion, and an

examination" with those last words, Hermione winced.

"Please take care of yourself. I am happy that you came to visit here today when you felt a

bit ill. Do not try and act brave, pregnancy is a vulnerable time and you should not feel weak. Mr.

Potter I trust will be at your side, as well as Mr. Weasley I am sure. I will see you tomorrow

morning."

Harry went to Hermione as Madame Pomfrey left the room. "Harry, I cant walk"

Hermione whispered. "Can Can you carry me?"

Harry smiled. She was finally asking for help out loud.

"Let me just change first, k?" Hermione said.

Harry stepped out once again. He heard an exasperated sigh.

"Harry, forget that. I cant even change if I wanted." Hermione said. "Do you mind

carrying a girl in a hospital gown?" she asked.

"Not a chance. Ill start a trend." he said, bringing humor into the situation.

Harry put his hands around Hermione in an embrace and lifted her up. She felt a wave of

dizziness, but laughed none-the-less. She felt the effects of the elleneruoi potion and felt a little

better.

Harry pushed open the infirmary door and walked upstairs towards the seventh floor. A

few people who were out of their classes gave Harry and Hermione strange looks, but Harry was

used to unwanted attention and continued on.

They finally reached the Portrait of Valerey, and announced the password. Harry opened

the door to Hermione's room and laid her on her bed.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" Harry asked her, with a feeling of compassion

towards Hermione.

"Can you get me my robe or something? I cant even climb out of bed"Hermione

whispered to Harry.

"Sure." Harry walked towards her wardrobe and started opening drawers. 'not that one,

definitely not that one...' he thought and murmured to himself. "Hermione which drawer?" Harry

finally asked.

"It's the second one from the top. It's a scarlet colored one Harry"

"Aha! I found it." He removed a golden and scarlet colored robe from Hermione's wardrobe, and

walked over to Hermione's bed.

"Here, Hermione"

Hermione took the robe and Harry started walking towards the door. He heard Hermione trying

to dress in the robe.

"Harry, Oh please. Just shut your eyes and stay here. I think I may even need help."

Harry chuckled softly and turned around. He put his hand over his eyes, so Hermione should

know he obeyed her.

"Just help me with the zipper, k?" Hermione said, and turned around.

"Can I open my eyes? I'm a bit left-handed with my eyes closed 'Mione" Harry said.

Harry opened his eyes and brought the zipper upwards on Hermione's back. She jumped

as his hands accidentally touched her skin at her neck.

"Sorry Harry. But after– well– what Malfoy did, my reflexes have enhanced that they

make me flinch at the slightest touch of my arm." Hermione said, and looked down at the gold

colored rug on her floor.

"'Mione, that's ok. If you ever want to talk about--" Harry said. He started to lift her

head up with his hands, till the honeyed eyes were staring into his emerald ones.

"If you ever want to talk about what happened, I am here. I want to be there." Harry

continued.

"I will. Just not today." Hermione said. She then layed down next to Harry, and closed

her eyes. The after effects of the potion was drowsiness, and she fell into a soft sleep. Harry

stayed next to her, and hoped that she would come forth soon, as to feel better soon.

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More soon for you all if I get reviews. Thanks! BTW- should I make this R? Theres nothing

explicit in it but I dunno, does PG-13 allow rape and whatever?