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Chapter 22

"So, what's up?" Hermione asked as she flipped out the blanket underneath a yew tree in the Weasley's backyard later that day.

"Everything," Abbey replied, exhasperated. They both plopped down on the blanket.

"We've got all day if you need it," Hermione laughed. Abbey smiled, reaching over and picking a small white flower. She twirled it in her fingers. With a deep breath, Abbey told Hermione everything that had happened since she had last left the Burrow.

"And that's why I'm here," Abbey finished, the flower she had been holding now in a billion pieces on the blanket in front of her. She looked up and saw that Hermione's mouth was gaping open.

"Well, it's not your fault," she said finally, picking her own flower.

"I know, but I still feel so dirty," Abbey replied, her brow furrowed in frustration. She shivered slightly.

"I would too," Hermione said, but Abbey didn't look very reassured. "Listen, it might not have worked anyway. But we can only wait and see, I guess," she added.

"I have a feeling it did work," Abbey replied, "Lucius is sneaky like that. He probably spiked one of my drinks during the party with some sort of weird fertility drug."

"That sounds like something Lucius would do, alright," Hermione said, biting her bottom lip. "But we won't know for sure until later. Let's see if you develop symptoms first, and then you can take a test to make sure," she continued. Abbey nodded in agreement.

"Poor Abbey!" Harry said later that evening. Ron nodded in agreement. Hermione looked anxious as all three of them sat in Ron's bedroom that he was sharing with Harry.

"Man, having to sleep with Malfoy!" Ron added, shaking his head.

"So let's keep her cheerful, alright?" Hermione asked anxiously, "She's really upset about the whole thing."

"Alright, sure," Harry replied, looking to Ron who agreed.

"Thanks, guys," Hermione sighed, looking relieved.

Just like they all suspected, Abbey developed symptoms within the first week. The first one was an increase in appetite. Abbey was soon eating second and third helpings of meals, and asking Mrs. Weasley to make weird combinations of foods.

Everyone couldn't help but stare curiously at her as she gobbled up the strange concoctions of food.

"What is everyone looking at?" she would ask, looking around at them as she got up to get another helping. Nobody would reply…they would only clear their throats and go back to eating their normal food.

Her weird cravings soon emerged in the middle of the night. On multiple occasions Abbey was found rummaging through the kitchen by various members of the family.

"That's the third day this week she's eaten in the middle of the night," Fred said one afternoon while Abbey was napping (she had been taking a lot of those lately as well), "I caught her last night eating leftover roast with chocolate syrup drizzled all over it." Freg gagged at the thought.

"Oh yeah?" Harry replied, "I found her eating a cheese and marshmallow sandwich two nights ago." There was a unified "Ewww!" around the whole table.

"Mum wasn't even that bad when she was pregnant with Ginny!" George exclaimed.

"Now, guys, we don't know if she is for sure," Hermione replied hastily. Everyone stared at her, eyebrows raised. Hermione sighed, "Well, I guess it is pretty obvious, isn't it?"

The next morning Hermione woke up to Abbey rushing out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the bathroom. The sounds of her vomiting soon filled the hallway.

Frowning with anxious concern, Hermione got out of bed and went to the bathroom door.

"Abbey? Are you alright? Do you need anything?" she asked in between one of Abbey's bouts of sickness.

"No," Abbey muttered from the other side of the door, "Thanks, though, Hermi--" Her sentence was cut off by another spell of retching.

"Good lord, is she dying in there?" said Ron's sleepy voice from behind Hermione. Hermione jumped and turned around, seeing Ron, Harry, Fred, George, and Ginny all standing in the hallway, all looking sleepy and disheveled.

"Oh wow, that does not sound good," Fred winced as Abbey's vomiting became violent for a moment.

"I'm so glad I'm not a woman!" Ron croaked.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded, eying him sharply, "She can't help it!"

"I know, but I'm still glad I'm not a woman!" Ron replied. Hermione was too tired and worried to continue arguing with him, so she turned back to the bathroom door, trying to decide if Abbey's vomiting was getting any better.

"Poor thing," Ginny said, shaking her head.

"Shh!" Hermione hushed them, "I think she's done." Just then they could hear the flush of the toilet and the next moment the door swung open and Abbey stood there, looking as if she had just been dropped off of a broomstick from ten feet in the air.

"Abbey?" Harry asked uneasily, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she answered. She then turned to Hermione, "I think it's time to take that test now."

Ewww! Poor Abbey. Hope you liked it, and thanks for reading!

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