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Chapter 29 - Sit Down, Relax and Put Your Feet Up

"Good morning, Misses Jones."

Hermione smiled up at the gynecologist. She didn't much look like Hermione anymore, though. Thinking her own appearance and name were too risky, Hermione transfigured her hair, charming it to a much darker shade of brown and worked the unruly curls into smoother waves (this process had taken an hour. Okay. Fine. Ah hour and a half), borrowed her mother's spare spectacles and charmed the lenses into plain glass.

"Alice." she insisted pleasantly. She had reserved the appointment under Alice Trafalger Jones.

"Hello, Alice." the doctor greeted. "I'm Doctor Calendar."

Hermione smiled at the good doctor. She was trying to be calm, really, but she couldn't help but feel a little jittery. This was a paper trail, this visit would be recorded, and if there was anything American crime movies taught her, it was that paper trails could be followed easy as any other trail. The fact that she was wearing a paper gown that was open in the back was really not helping.

Perhaps it was Doctor Calendar, she was a nice looking woman, slightly olive skinned with dark hair pulled off her face and a kind smile.

Hermione nodded.

Dr. Calendar checked Hermione's chart for a few moments, and then glanced back up at her.

"So, Alice, How are you?"

"If I knew the answer to that, doctor," Hermione answered a bit apologetically. "Then I'm afraid you would have had one less patient."

Dr. Calendar laughed heartily, she had a contagious laugh and Hermione found herself wanting to giggle along as well, even if she had no idea why.

"I suppose." The Doctor replied. "I should stop asking that question, however," she winked. "Old habits die hard."

Hermione noticed that the Doctor has a strange accent that sounded like a mix of American and something else. She decided not to comment on it. Maybe it was better that she was foreign. That meant that she hadn't been around for a long time and therefore would not recognize her.

"I know that it can be very scary to come to the doctor's for a check up." Dr. Calendar went on. Walking to the side of the room to put down Hermione's chart and to slip on a pair of latex gloves. "Especially the Ob gynecologist, I should know, I have three of them myself."

Hermione smiled. She would never have guessed, though exceedingly nice, Dr. Calendar didn't seem the mother-type. She studied the woman yet again, as the older woman fiddle with instruments Hermione didn't know. She was unusually slim, and Hermione secretly envied her if she did have children how the hell did she get rid of the maternity fat?

"Such a joy aren't they?" she asked, stifling her thoughts. She had no reason to be suspicious of her doctor. She really had to stop being so paranoid-just because the woman was thin did not mean she was evil.

"Sometimes." Doctor Calendar admitted sheepishly. "And sometimes they aren't." She sighed. "But I assure you, Misses Jones, they are always worth it no matter how much trouble they get into."

Hermione had to agree, it just was the thing one say to something like that. But, she couldn't help but wish that the doctor would get on with it. After all, she was sitting in the middle of a pastel room designed to be soothing (it was not.) wearing a paper gown that had nothing in back except a few fastenings and this would be a very nice conversation if Hermione had not been partially on her back with her legs spread apart and hitched up on metal stirrups.

"It's about time you had your check up." the doctor went on. "I understand that you are six months along?"

"Almost seven." Hermione corrected automatically, and then grimaced as she realized she really shouldn't have said that. The longer she went before getting a check up, the more suspicious she was.

The doctor nodded, she grabbed some gel and spread it on Hermione's stomach. It was frightfully cold. She then began fiddling with some machinery that Hermione supposed was an 'ultrasound'.

"Very well, then." she said. "Let's see just how baby's doing shall we?"

She instructed Hermione to lay back and

"So where is baby's daddy?" asked the doctor conversationally as she pressed an apparatus to Hermione's tummy. She turned and flashed Hermione one of her smiles.

Hermione kept her face bland.

"God knows where." she said, a little harsher than she thought.

The doctor raised her eyebrows; a tiny line appeared between them.

"I beg your pardon?"

Hermione turned to her and then laughed. (Somewhat fakely. Oh god, she had to stop being so paranoid.)

"Oh, pardon me. An inside joke with my husband." she said dismissively. "He's on a business trip to someplace I cannot even pronounce." She paused and then thought to add quickly. " He'll be back before the due date though."

Dr. Calendar's face smoothed into a content smile.

"That's nice."

She ran though the rest of her tests and then pronounced Hermione completely healthy.

"Misses Jones," she remarked. "You are just fine, and the baby, is just fine. In fact, I barely ever get see such a clean record. Something tells me you've been reading several books on the subject." She arched a playful eyebrow at Hermione's blush, then looked though some other things one her clip board. "Do you want to know your baby's sex, Misses Jones?"

Hermione thought for a moment and then shook her head.

"No, that's okay, I want it to be a surprise." she said. In all truth, she just didn't feel right telling Draco when they saw each other again. It was one awkward conversation that she would gladly side step. She said her good byes and then exited the clinic. "I'll see you, Doctor."

"You will, Misses Jones!" Dr. Calendar said as she saw to the next patient.

Hermione left the clinic behind, ducking into the nearest coffee shop to return to her normal appearance getting rid of her heavily pregnant belly and restoring her original hair colour. She knew she would not return to the clinic, nor would she ever see Doctor Calendar again.

She pressed her hand on her (relatively, she never could get rid of all of that ponch.) flat belly, and sighed.

"You're okay." she said. "And that's all I needed."