Chapter Two
Hermione silently sat on a clean bed in the medi clinic in the town by her parents house. The pristine surfaces and orderly manner of the office had done nothing to set her mind at ease, infact it was making her increasingly agitated. She began to feel that she didn't deserve to be in such a clean orderly place, and that the doctor would come in and chuck her out onto the street.
What if I am pregnant. That's so dirty, what will happen to me, such a disgrace, I'll be packed up and sent out of my house, oh what have I done, how dare I allow myself to get in this situation, I don't get pregnant. Im Hermione FUCKING Granger! How does the head girl get pregnant. Pregnant..
A short stout doctor with sparse hair and swimmy eyes walked in and grabbed her chart off the door.
"Hermione Granger?" he asked
" Actually its Her-my-oh-nee" Hermione replied, then immediately wondered why she had bothered to correct him.
"Well Hermione" he said, pronouncing it correctly this time with a smile, "Your suspicions were correct, you are pregnant"
Hermione felt dizzy. The room swam in front of her eyes and her palms began to sweat profusely. She felt as if she was watching the scene in front of her, out of body, as a spectator to this hilarious scene. Hermione Granger, top of her year in every class, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger, stickler for every rule, Hermione Granger, future head girl of the most prestigious wizarding school in England.
Hermione Granger. Pregnant. That would give Malfoy something to laugh about.
"Miss Granger? Are you alright"
"Oh what..sorry?"
" I asked if you would like to take steps to terminate the pregnancy?"
"Terminate?"
"Yes. Would you like me to make you a referral to an abortion clinic?"
"Oh..no.. no thank you, Im going to continue the pregnancy."
The doctor looked shocked for a second, and then smiled, his swimy eyes disappearing into his fleshy checks.
"Well then Hermione, congradulations, and good luck in this next big adventure.
She barely noticed the knowing smiles of the giggly receptionists as they wrote down information on contacting an OBGYN, or the eye rolling of the elderly lady in the waiting room. Her breathing was coming harsh and fast and she didn't think she could make it out the door, let alone back home. She collapsed against the wall outside the clinic and pulled from her purse a pack of cigarettes, her secret vice that she rarely now fell back on in times of stress. She light up quickly, and dragged in the intoxicating smoke, as the first tears splashed her cheeks. Slumping down till she was sitting against the glass window of the medi clinic she debated the merits of running in front of a truck on her walk home.