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Chapter 8: Pregnant Again

Months ago

Hermione was so upset about her unborn daughter that she fell ill for 3 days. After that, she realized that she needed to move on. But first, she needed something to cheer up and the only person who understood her situation and could cheer her up was Harry.

So she approached Harry for help and straight away Harry suggested going for a vacation during the weekend.

"But then again…" said Harry slowly to Hermione during her lunch break, "How are you going to go with me without Ron tagging along?"

Hermione stared at him. "Harry, there's a wonderful technique called lying, and I'm sure that I have used it more than once."

Harry slowly grinned. "You sure have."

By lying to the Weasleys that she was going on a business trip, Hermione could get away easily. The weekend came and Harry and Hermione went for a vacation at a small island off Britain. They signed in the muggle hotel as a married couple, but they changed their names, the name Harry Potter was too famous and the name Hermione was too uncommon.
After they had signed in, Harry and Hermione headed out to the beach. As it was already evening when they arrived, Harry and Hermione decided to just stroll on the beach. Holding hands, they walked silently on the beach.

Hermione looked down and noticed 3 pure white empty clam shells, 2 big and 1 small. It's like a family of shells out for a walk.

Hermione giggled, let go of Harry's hand and squatted down. "Harry, look."

Harry did.

"A family of seashells," said Hermione.

Harry looked amused. Suddenly Hermione had an idea.

"Let's take them with us," said Hermione.

"How?" asked Harry. "You are going to crush them if you aren't careful."

"You'll see. Got a tissue paper?"

Harry handed her a tissue paper and Hermione picked the three shells up, then she carefully wrapped them up.

Putting them in her pocket, Hermione ran off.

"Hermione… Hermione, wait up!" yelled Harry, who was completely bewildered by her actions.

Hermione headed to a souvenir shop nearby and asked the shop owner to punch a hole on the 2 big shells. Then she purchased two thin sliver chains and put them through the holes of the two shells separately.

Harry reached Hermione and Hermione showed him what she was doing.

"Look Harry, one for you and one for me," said Hermione, showing him the shell necklace.

Harry stared at it for a while before he grinned.

"What?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing. I just thought of something funny about Ron during Christmas in our sixth year." said Harry and took the necklace. He put it on straightaway and helped Hermione to put hers on.

"What about the small one?" asked Harry.

Hermione put away the small shell carefully. "I will just keep it. I don't want to put it back to the beach and separate the three shells."

Harry and Hermione headed back to the hotel for dinner at the hotel's fancy restaurant. The restaurant provided a space for the guests to dance after dinner as well, so Harry and Hermione, who were in a good mood, decided to dance.

The violinist and the pianist at the corner started to play some fast music, instead of having normal formal dance steps like the rest of the guests, Harry and Hermione decided to dance in their way, which required fast twirling and wild dancing.

Harry and Hermione were the centre of attention that evening and when they stopped dancing, they received applause from all the guests.

Harry and Hermione went back to their hotel room and did what they longed for. Hermione removed Harry's glasses and placed it on the bedside table. She took off her red dress and Harry tenderly undid her bra while Hermione reached down to unbutton his trousers.

Hermione knew that she and Harry should control themselves after what happened to them recently, but they couldn't resist the privacy that they had right now. As Harry kissed her neck, all of her thoughts flew out of her mind and Hermione just didn't care about anything else anymore.

"If I get pregnant again, I will keep the baby, no matter what." thought Hermione as she kissed Harry's forehead absentmindedly.

Harry and Hermione spent their mini vacation peacefully and when they got back to England, Hermione's mood had definitely improved. Unfortunately, her happy mood didn't last for long. 3 weeks later, Hermione found herself throwing up at the sink during breakfast again, just like what she did a month ago.

"Hermione, are you all right?" Mrs Weasley asked, alarmed at her daughter-in-law's behaviour.

"Must have eaten too much," Ron said, laughing at his own joke.

"That's not funny, Ron," Mr Weasley said seriously. "Hermione, I think you need to see a Healer."

"A Healer? Oh no, I'm sure I will be fine…" started Hermione. She dreaded to see a Healer, as she had a slight idea what had happened to her.

"Hermione, don't be stupid, you need to see a Healer," Ron said.

"Don't treat me like a child, Ron," Hermione snapped grouchily.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Okay, don't bite my head off."

"I'm fine," said Hermione. "And I'm fit enough to go for work. I'll show you." Hermione marched towards the door, but then she came back again. "By the way, are there any sour plums in the house?"

"No," said Mrs Weasley. "Um, Hermione?"

"What?"

"You don't eat sour plums," Mrs Weasley pointed out.

"I feel like eating them," said Hermione, shrugging. "Oh well, I'll just buy some from Diagon Alley then."

"Are you sure you are okay, Hermione?" Mr Weasley asked, looking concerned.

Hermione nodded, "If you insist, then I will see a Healer on my way home after work."

Hermione headed to the private wizarding hospital again for a check up. This time, she asked Harry to go with her. She just wanted Harry to be with her, no matter what the results were.

"Well, Healer? What's wrong with me?" asked Hermione as she and Harry sat in their chairs across the Healer's desk.

She held Harry's hands tightly as she tried to prepare herself for the results.

The Healer looked at her seriously. "You're 3 weeks pregnant."

Harry looked down on his lap while Hermione cried hysterically, "I knew it, I knew it!"

She turned to Harry, "What are we going to do, Harry?"

Harry didn't respond.

"Are you going to abort it again this time round?" asked the Healer.

Harry opened his mouth to speak and Hermione said loudly, "No! I'm not going to give this one up, no matter what!"

"We have killed the first one, we don't want to kill the next one as well," said Harry seriously.

"That's right…" said Hermione and she frowned. Then she grabbed Harry's arm. "But what are we going to keep it from the Weasleys, Harry! I can't stay away from them for nine months!"

"I don't know, I don't know…." said Harry over and over again.

"Oh what are we going to do then!" Hermione asked, "And what about after the baby is born? What are we going to do with him or her?"

"We can't keep him or her with us, it would be too dangerous!" said Harry quickly.

Like two over-excited teenagers, Harry and Hermione were so noisy and out of control that the Healer had to bang the table to get their attention.

"Please you two, this is a hospital after all!" she called.

Hermione quieted down while Harry cleared his throat. "Sorry," he muttered.

"From what I gathered, you two are worried about how to keep this matter from your family and friends, right?" asked the Healer.

"Hers, in particular," said Harry dryly, indicating Hermione.

Hermione sighed.

"Well, there's a way to keep this quiet," said the Healer.

Hermione thought a moment and said, "Wait a minute, you suggested something the last time I came here…"

"And you didn't bother to listen to me," said the Healer. "What I suggested is a Speed-Pregnancy Potion."

"What?" asked Harry and Hermione, puzzled.

"It's a recent discovery," said the Healer. "Specifically for teenagers, unwed mothers, or mothers who don't want to spend nine months at home."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then Harry asked, "What does it do?"

"Simple. Drink the potion and you will have the baby within nine days instead of nine months."

"Does it work?" asked Hermione.

"Approved by St Mungo's Hospital," said the Healer. "Besides, lots of mothers used it before you and I don't see anyone of them complaining."

"How about it?" asked Hermione to Harry.

"…What about the Weasleys?" asked Harry.

"One word: Lie," said Hermione grimly and reached for Harry's hand. "Harry, we have lost our first baby, I don't want to lose this one too. Please, let's have this baby."

Harry looked at her seriously and held her hand. "All right, let's go for it."

"What did the Healer say, Hermione?" asked Mrs Weasley.

"She said I worked too much and didn't have much nourishment. She wants me to have a month's vacation," said Hermione.

"A month!" said Ginny in shock. "Are you kidding?"

Hermione shook her head, "No, and I'm leaving tonight."

"Good for you, Hermione," said Mr Weasley, nodding with approval.

"Are you going with a friend or by yourself?" asked Ginny.

"A friend," said Hermione simply. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going upstairs to pack."

Hermione was stuffing a shirt in her trunk with Ron marched upstairs to their room.

"Who are you going with?" he demanded.

"None of your business," said Hermione coolly and headed past Ron to get her makeup box from her dressing table.

"You are going with Harry, right?" asked Ron angrily.

Hermione paused for a moment before she turned and said, "No, I'm not."

"Liar," accused Ron.

"I'm not," said Hermione in a low tone.

"Hermione, I want you to look at me straight in the eyes and say that you are not going with Harry," said Ron.

"Fine," Hermione marched to Ron, stared at him straight in the eyes seriously and said, "I'm not going with Harry. Satisfied?"

Ron didn't say anything.

"Ron, Harry is your best friend, how could you…"

Ron picked up the photo frame with a photo featuring Harry and himself from his bedside table and flung it to the floor.

CRASH

"Not anymore," he said in disgust and stormed out of the room.

Hermione stared at the smashed picture on the floor.

"Can't wait to get out of here." she muttered and looked down at her abdomen. "Well baby, I'm so glad that you aren't his."

Hermione went to the hospital and met up with Harry, who had been waiting for her since she had left the hospital earlier. Hermione was assigned a private room in the maternity ward and once she had changed into the hospital robes, the Healer approached her with a light blue potion in her hands.

"This is the potion, Miss Granger," she said to Hermione as Hermione sat on her bed. "Now it's important to ask you one last time, are you sure you want to drink it?"

Hermione looked at Harry and he nodded.

"Yes," said Hermione.

"All right then, drink it up," said the Healer and handed her the small bottle.

Hermione looked at the potion and then at Harry again. "Cheers."

Harry smiled.

Hermione took a deep breath and let it out. Then she drank the potion in one go.