Chapter 3
Test Results
The next morning, the trio headed thanked Mr. Bones and left to find a hospital. Of course, Hermione had no idea that that was what Harry and Ron had in mind. She thought they would be dealing with that later and that now they were going to continue on their journey. But after about half an hour of wandering the town, she started to get a little suspicious. She knew there had to be a reason for staying in the village because if there wasn't Harry would've lead them out and on down the road by now. She was certain it couldn't be that long a walk through. Especially, since she could see the other end. This village wasn't very big at all. Or maybe that was just the one way because the further they walked away from the road, the more village they seemed to find. She thought about asking Harry what he was doing but didn't because his face was set with so much determination that she thought it would be impossible to even get his attention. She wondered what he was determined about. And when they finally reached a large building about fourty-five minutes after they left the inn, she thought she knew what was going on. Especially, after she read the sign above the entrance.
Village Hospital
"Harry, I thought we weren't going to settle this matter until after Voldemort had been destroyed," Hermione said curiously. To her surprise, Harry turned and looked at her.
"No, we said we wouldn't take care of Malfoy until after Voldemort had been destroyed. As for the fact that you may be pregnant, I'd rather know now than find out after the baby is born. That way, we'll be able to get prepared for its birth and we won't have to give up for adoption."
"Why would we have to give it up for adoption if we waited until it was born to find out about it?" Ron asked. Hermione sighed and looked at him.
"Because Ron, if we didn't know about it, we won't have anything to take care of it. And if we don't have anything to take care of it, than there is no way we could keep it. You see, you have to be prepared for a baby. You can't just let life slip by not knowing you're going to have a baby and all of a sudden have it be born. Then how would you take care of it? What would it eat? How would you bath it? Where would it sleep? How would you change it? There are a lot of things you need to think about when preparing for baby's arrival. It's not like the baby will be born and all of a sudden you have all of its needs."
"Oh," was all Ron said. He followed Harry and Hermione into the hospital. Harry walked up to the main desk.
"Um, excuse me?"
"Yes?" said the receptionist. She looked up at the trio with kind eyes and a smile on her face. "How may I help you dear?"
"Could you please tell me where to find the maternity ward here?"
"Of course I can. It's on the third floor, east wing. It shouldn't be too hard to find. You just take the elevator and turn left when you get off."
"Thank you," Harry said. The receptionist smiled and nodded at him. He turned back to the other two. "Come on you guys." They nodded and followed him.
Harry led the way to the elevator and pressed the up button. Within a few moments the elevator arrived and opened its doors. The trio climbed aboard and Harry pressed the button for the third floor. The elevator doors slid shut and it began to climb upward. About thirty seconds later, the doors slid open again and Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepped off.
"Okay, she said to turn left when we got off the elevator. If it's in the east wing and all we need to do is turn left and go straight, than the elevator must be facing south."
"Uh…," Hermione said. "That's right Harry. But why is it relevant to know what direction the elevator is facing?"
"It's not. I was just making an observation." Hermione frowned.
"Harry, this is not time to be making useless observations. Now, if we are going to go find out if I am pregnant, I would like to go and get it done. We have a job to do and I don't want to waste any more time than I have to."
"Okay, okay. Calm down Hermione. All we have to do is turn left and go straight. We should find it in a jiffy." He turned to the left and started to walk down the hall. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, shrugged, and followed him.
They walked for about five minutes before they spotted a pair of double doors with a sign stating it was the maternity ward. The trio glanced at each other and Ron gulped. Hermione looked rather pale but Harry was determined to be the one, if only one, that wasn't frightened. He took a deep breath and pushed through the doors. Ron and Hermione followed close behind. Harry led the way up to the front desk. He looked down at the nurse who looked up at him with a confused expression on her face.
"Yes, how may I help you?" The nurse's voice was kind but she still seemed to be confused.
"Um, pardon me ma'am," Harry said, "But my friend here needs a pregnancy test." He looked at Hermione, apparently wondering if it was alright for him to tell the nurse why. She nodded her permission and mouthed that it would be a good idea because she should get checked out for any signs of an STD. Harry turned back to the nurse, "You see, she was raped by one of the students at our school and she's overdue for her you-know-what." The nurse nodded and smiled.
"And what's your name dear?" she asked Hermione.
"Hermione Granger." Hermione watched as the nurse took down her name.
"Age?"
"Eighteen."
"Height?"
"Five foot four."
"Weight?"
"One hundred and twenty pounds."
"Okay let's see, your hair is brown, your eyes are brown. Can you tell you address dear?"
"Twenty-one Bayleur Boulevard, London, England."
"Thank you dear. Please have a seat. You should be seen shortly." Hermione thanked the nurse and sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting room. Harry sat down on one side of her and Ron sat down on the other side. She looked very nervous. Harry proceeded to calm her by patting her hand. She smiled weakly at him and Ron grinned. But when he saw Harry scowl at him, he dropped his grin and tried to look more serious. Him being Ron of course, it was almost impossible. Ron could look everything but serious.
"Don't worry Hermione," Harry said, "It's going to be alright. Would you like me to go into the exam room with you?" Hermione threw her arms around him and Harry hugged her close.
"Oh Harry, would you?" Harry nodded and Hermione let out a sigh of relief. Ron just grinned again.
"What? You don't want me to go too?" he asked in false anger. Hermione turned and looked at him and smiled.
"Of course I want you to come. It's just that, well, hospitals usually have a rule of only one person is allowed in the exam room with the patient. And Harry already offered. You're not mad are you?"
"Of course I'm not mad. I was joking. I knew that. And besides, I would've suggested Harry go with you anyway. He would probably be a better calmer than I would. I'm usually all about the panic and you don't need that. You're already worried enough as it is. I don't want to make it worse. So it's a good idea that Harry's going with you instead of me." Hermione smiled with relief.
"Thank goodness. I thought you were mad at me Ron."
"Me? Mad at you? Nah, I could never be mad at you."
"Ron?" Hermione asked with a stop-lying-and-tell-the-truth tone to her voice.
"Okay, okay, so maybe sometimes we do get in some pretty bad rows. But you know what?"
"What?"
"It doesn't make me like you any less." Hermione smiled and hugged him. He put his arms around her warmly and pulled her closer to him. "I may not seem like the brightest crayon in the box but there are things I definitely know how to handle. Right now, if anyone you need, it's Harry. And don't forget, I'll be right here if you decide you need me too. I just want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on and Harry's not around, I'd be glad to be there for you. I'm always here Hermione, I'm always here."
"That has got to be the smartest thing I have ever heard you say Ron," Hermione said, kissing him on the cheek. At that moment, the doors leading to the exam rooms swung open and a nurse stepped out with a clipboard.
"Hermione Granger?" the nurse called. Hermione took a deep breath and got up. Ron quickly rubbed her back as if to say "you'll be fine." Harry stood up and followed her. "Hello," the nurse said when Hermione had approached her. "Please follow me." She looked back at Harry. "Are you sure you want a guy to come with you dear?"
"He's one of my best friends. And besides, I don't have another girl with me. It's just me and my two best friends. We've been really close ever since we were eleven years of age. Okay, I may have been twelve but still. I know I can trust him." The nurse nodded and led the two of them to an exam room. She handed Hermione a hospital gown.
"Here, put this on. It will make it easier for the doctor to exam you for any signs of an STD. As for the pregnancy test, well, we'll have to draw blood for that. You see, taking blood to test for pregnancy, is the most effective way of getting an accurate result."
"I knew that." The nurse smiled and left the room.
"The doctor will be with you shortly." Hermione nodded her thanks as she watched the nurse stroll off down the hall.
"Do you want me to turn around while you're getting changed?" Harry suddenly asked her.
"Huh? Oh, no, that's alright, you don't have to. Besides, I will probably need your help tying it shut in the back. And you know, we know each other so well, I feel comfortable enough to change around you. Even if Ron had been in here, I wouldn't have minded changing in front of him either." Harry smiled and helped her out of her jacket. He stepped up next to the bed and drew the curtain around them to allow privacy from passers-by.
"You know Hermione, Ron might have something up his sleeve. That might be the real reason that he said it is okay for me to come with you instead of him." He winked at her and she laughed as she pulled off her shirt. Harry held his breath. He hadn't realized how mature Hermione's body had gotten. Every time he saw her, she was always wearing either a school robe or an oversized sweater. It was only now that she had taken off her shirt that he realized how good nature had been to her. She could be no smaller than a D cup. Harry shook his head. Why on earth was he paying attention to Hermione's breast size? He didn't know. He proceeded to help her get the gown on and tied it around her back. Then, he held his breath again as she slid off her pants and then her underwear too. "Um, Hermione?"
"Yes? What's wrong Harry?" she said as she tossed her underwear, which happened to be a thong, on top of her pants.
"Why are you taking your underwear off?"
"Well, I can't very well get tested for STDs if I leave them on now can I?" Harry's face turned bright red and Hermione laughed warmly. "Am I to believe that you are so distracted with seeing me take off my clothes that it is causing you to not think straight?" Harry looked up at her and smiled weakly. "Ohhhhhhhh, Harry, you want to see me naked, don't you? No wait, that's not it? You're embarrassed to see me naked, is that right?" Harry blushed again and Hermione wrapped her arms around him. "Don't worry, I won't tell Ron." Harry sighed with relief.
"Thanks. He'd totally make a case of it if he knew. I don't think he'd think it possible for me to get embarrassed."
"Oh Harry, it's possible for anyone to get embarrassed. I probably would've done the same thing if I had seen you getting undressed." To herself she added, "Of course, I certainly wouldn't mind if I saw him naked."
"You, embarrassed? Why would you be embarrassed?"
"Well Harry, I've known you for a long time and you have definitely developed a body over the years. We've never been anything more than friends and in some ways I kind of think of you as a brother but since that's only in some ways, the only thing that would stop me from dating you is the fact that it could mess up our relationship as friends. I definitely don't want that to happen. Do you?"
"Of course I don't. That would be terrible. I'd hate to lose you as a friend Hermione. It would just hurt me so much. I don't know what I would do without you." Hermione smiled at him.
"Do you understand everything I told you thought?" Harry nodded and Hermione kissed him on the top of his head. "That hair of yours," she said, commenting on Harry's messy black hair that he had inherited from his father. "It's always going to be a mess isn't it?" Harry laughed.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Just then a doctor entered the room. He had a clipboard and by the looks of it, it had all the information that the nurse at the front desk had gotten from Hermione. Harry turned to look at him and the doctor smiled warmly.
"Hello there. I am Dr. Greene. You are Miss. Hermione Granger, I presume?" He looked at Hermione and she nodded. "Great!" He turned to Harry. "And just who might you be young man?"
"Oh!" Harry had not been expecting him to speak to him and so was taken aback when he did. "I'm sorry. I'm Harry Potter, one of Hermione's closest friends." He stuck out his hand and the doctor took it and they gave each other a firm shake.
"So, Harry, are you the father of this supposed baby?"
"No, I'm not. Hermione was raped by someone who really hates her guts. That's another reason why she's here. She wants to get looked at to make sure she doesn't have any STDs. But the main reason she's here is to get a pregnancy test."
"Well, okay. That we can do. I am going to have a laboratory assistant draw some blood from you first and then I will come in here and start running tests to see if you have any STDs. That way, you'll be occupied while you are waiting for your test results. I always try to find some way to keep my patients occupied while they are waiting for the results because they always get so antsy with anticipation and curiosity of whether or not the test is positive." Hermione nodded, showing that she understood what he was telling her.
"That's a very smart idea Dr. Greene," she said. He smiled down at her. Just then, a laboratory assistant came in, wheeling a cart with all the necessary supplies to run a blood test. Harry noticed that Hermione's body got very tense.
"What's wrong Hermione? Why are you so tense?" he asked.
"I hate needles, that's all."
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll be right here beside you. I can even hold your hand if you want me to." Hermione smiled and took hold of Harry's outstretched hand. "There, does that feel better?" Hermione nodded.
The assistant wrapped a stretchy band around Hermione's upper arm and tightened it so that the vein would be exposed. Then she picked up a package that had a butterfly needle inside it. While she was preparing it to draw Hermione's blood, Hermione asked the doctor a question.
"Why is she going to use the butterfly needle? Isn't that the sharpest?"
"It is the sharpest. But that's what makes it the most effective."
"Oh," was all Hermione could say in response. She gave a huge gulp.
"It's okay Hermione," Harry said, "If you get scared, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you like." Hermione looked down at him and Harry could see the fear in her eyes.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked.
"I'm positive. Don't worry I've been through enough hard pain and dangers. You squeezing my hand will be as simple and painless as eating a piece of cake." Hermione nodded although she wasn't to sure that Harry was telling the truth. She thought he was saying that so that she would squeeze his hand because he knew that squeezing his hand would probably make her feel better.
"Are you ready?" Dr. Greene asked her. Hermione looked at the assistant, who was ready to draw her blood, gulped one last time, and nodded. She began to squeeze Harry's hand as tight as she could without breaking it. She looked down at him. He didn't flinch. Instead, he looked up at her and smiled, mouthing that everything would be okay. Feeling a little better, she took a deep breath and loosened her grip on Harry's hand.
"It might help if you look the other way dear," the assistant suggested. Hermione nodded and turned her head to face Harry, who of course was still holding her free hand. She took one more deep breath and shut her eyes tight. A moment later, she felt a stinging sensation in her right arm and she squeezed Harry's hand tight again. Less than a minute later, the stinging was gone. When she looked back at her arm, the assistant was applying a cotton ball to the spot where she had stuck the needle. A few more seconds later, she had placed another cotton ball on the spot and had fastened it down with a bandage. "All done, see that wasn't so hard, was it?" Hermione shook her head. She looked down at Harry and he smiled at her. The assistant took the blood samples and left the room.
"Well, your results should be up in a half or an hour or so," Dr. Greene said. "I will be right back. I have to go check some x-rays and then I will start your STD testing." Hermione nodded and the doctor left the room. She looked back at Harry.
"I'm so proud of you Hermione," Harry said. Hermione beamed. "You did so well. Better than most people who are afraid of needles. I knew you could do it! Way to go."
"Well, I couldn't have done it without you Harry." It was Harry's turn to beam now. He was pleased that Hermione believed his being there to hold her hand was what had gotten her through it. He knew that he was always somewhat of a comfort to Hermione and he was glad that he was. He smiled at her again and she smiled back. He looked down at his hand which still held Hermione's and got a sudden feeling that he didn't want to let go. Without thinking, he laced his fingers through hers and she looked at him curiously. Suddenly realizing what he had done, Harry quickly removed his hand and put it behind his back.
"Sorry," he said quietly.
"Don't be sorry. I rather liked having my fingers enlaced with yours," Hermione replied. Harry looked up at her, she smiled at him. Smiling back, he again clasped her hand and enlaced his fingers with hers. Hermione gave his hand a brief squeeze and turned to face the door.
Hermione could see the doctor heading back up the corridor. He was flipping through some papers on his clipboard. He stopped for a moment at the nurse's station and hung the clipboard on the wall. Then, he took down another clipboard and proceeded up the corridor. A moment later, he had re-entered the exam room where Harry and Hermione were waiting.
"Okay Miss. Granger, let's get to work on testing you for STDs, shall we?" Hermione nodded and he put the clipboard down on the counter. "Good then. I want you to lie back on the table and spread your legs for me." Hermione did as he said and not letting go of Harry's hand, pulled him back along the side of the table.
"Please don't let go," she whispered to him. Harry nodded and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Don't worry, I won't." Hermione smiled in gratitude. The doctor had just finished pulling on a pair of white gloves and was now opening a package that held some sort of instrument that Hermione thought resembled a pair of pliers.
"Now don't be afraid, Miss. Granger, this shouldn't hurt at all. You will feel some discomfort and pressure but there should be no pain." Hermione nodded. She kept held of Harry's hand. A few moments later, she felt the doctor press the instrument up into her pelvic cavity. The doctor had been right, there was no pain but it was extremely uncomfortable. Harry kept his eyes on her face. She looked up at him and he could see the discomfort in her eyes. Moments later it was gone and doctor had pulled the instrument out. "Very good Miss. Granger. Now, the other thing I need to do will hurt a bit. I must take a few hairs from you pubic region." Hermione winced as she felt him pull out a few of her pubic hairs. "There we go, all done. I'll just send these samples up to the lab and soon we'll have our results."
"Aren't there more tests you're supposed to do?" Hermione asked.
"Not really. Most of the STDs will be detected through your blood test results."
"Oh, okay." The doctor smiled at her, took his samples and left the room. There was nothing to do now but wait. Hermione sighed heavily. She knew it would still be at least fifthteen more minutes before she got the results of her pregnancy test. She was getting more and more worried by the minute. Harry gave her hand a gentle squeeze and she looked at him again.
"Don't worry Hermione, everything is going to be alright, I promise. Just out of curiosity, when did this happen?" Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
"On the way home from Hogwarts at the end of last year. We were in the prefects' compartment and strangely enough, the only two prefects in there at the time. He must've done something to get all the other prefects out. Well, he didn't get Ron out. Ron did that on his own. It happened when Ron went to go talk to you for a while. At first I didn't think much of it but when all the other prefects started to have reasons to leave all of a sudden I began to get a little worried. All the while, the only one who never seemed to have reason to leave besides me was Malfoy. Finally, when it was just the two of us left, he got up, shut the compartment door and to my surprise locked it. I studied him for a moment and realized that he had the walky-talky I told you about clipped onto his pants. He pressed me up against the wall very hard and covered my mouth with his hand so that I couldn't scream. It was dreadful. You can very well guess what all came next."
"But Hermione, if he had his hand to your mouth, why didn't you just bite him?"
"I didn't have time. He replaced his hand with a piece of cloth that he used to gag me rather quickly. I think he was one step ahead of me. He must've thought that I might try to bite him so he was prepared to work quickly so I wouldn't get the chance."
"Wait a minute did you say this happened on the train home?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"Hermione, that was almost a whole month ago! Why didn't you try to do something sooner?"
"I was afraid to tell my parents what had happened. But not for the usual reason of being afraid of what the rapist might do if I told. I was afraid that they would find it necessary to either not let me go back to wizarding school period or get me transferred to another school and I didn't want either of those things to happen."
"But Hermione, we're not going back to Hogwarts anyway so what difference would it have made?"
"It would've made a big difference Harry. You know that choosing not to go back and being made not to go back are two very different things. You know they're not the same."
"That's true." At that point a nurse entered the room with a clipboard in her hand. Harry and Hermione both turned to look at her anxiously. She smiled warmly at them.
"Well, I have some good news and what you may or may not think is bad news for you Miss. Granger." Harry and Hermione looked at each other with confused expressions. They didn't see how any kind of news could be either good or bad to them. But all the same, they waited to see what the nurse had to say, Hermione squeezing Harry's hand again. "Don't be so afraid, Miss. Granger you have nothing really to worry about. Nothing I am going to tell you is at all life threatening."
"Thank goodness!" Harry said. "So, what's the verdict?"
"Well, the good news is that you have tested negative for all STDs." Hermione heaved a sigh of relief. She was thankful that she didn't have any STDs. As for the pregnancy, she now had an idea of what was coming.
"And the results of the pregnancy test?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows. Hermione could tell that he had beads of swear rolling down his forehead. She knew he was nervous.
"Well, that's the news that will come as either good or bad to you. It's whatever kind of news you make it. Miss. Granger, congratulations, you're going to have a baby." Hermione's mouth dropped open and she looked at Harry. There were tears in her eyes and she buried her face in his arm. "I'm guessing she is taking it as bad news?"
"Don't take it the wrong way, ma'am," Harry replied. "It's just that, well, the person she was raped by, hates her terribly. I think she is sickened that she has to have his child now."
"Well we can always give you an abortion," the nurse said to Hermione.
"NO!" Hermione cried out, turning her head sharply to look at the nurse. "Just because I do not want this person to be the father of my baby doesn't mean I have to go and kill it before it even has a chance to have a life! I don't believe in abortion. That's murder of innocent children!"
"Okay, okay, calm down, you don't have to get the abortion if you don't want to. Now, Dr. Greene is writing up your release papers. I suggest you get dressed and wait patiently for him to bring them to you. They will have specific instructions on what to do since you are now pregnant."
"Um, ma'am," Harry began. The nurse turned back around as she head been heading out the door and looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Will it be possible to take care of all her needs even though we are traveling right now?"
"I don't see why not. I'll have the doctor make some copies of the release papers for you. Whenever it comes time for her to see a baby doctor, you just take them with you to the nearest hospital and show them to the nurse at the desk. I'm sure they would be happy to help out." She turned to leave again and Hermione stopped her.
"Excuse me, but how far along am I?"
"You are about two months, why?" Hermione and Harry both looked at each other wide-eyed.
"Two months!" Harry cried. "But it's only been about one month since she was raped!" He turned to look at Hermione. "Hermione, are you sure that's the only time he did it?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Well then, how can you be two months pregnant when you only did it that one time?" Hermione shook her head, she didn't know.
"Look on the bright side," the nurse said. "This means that the baby you're carrying may not be your rapist's child at all." She headed out of the room.
"Well, that's one good thing about it," Hermione said. Harry nodded in agreement. "Let's think, maybe we can come up with something." Harry nodded again and plopped down in a nearby chair, still holding Hermione's hand. Hermione got up, pulled her hand free and began to get dressed. When she had finished, she seated herself on the end of the exam table. Neither of them said a word for several moments. Finally, it was Harry that spoke up.
"I got it. I know the only possible way!"
"What's that?" Hermione asked curiously. She looked at him, an anxious expression on her face.
"It had to happen at that end of the year party you and I went to down in Hogsmeade. I remember Ron didn't go because he had detention. They didn't have butterbeer like was expected, but instead, they had a countless number of drinks we weren't familiar with which all turned out to be alcoholic so we decided to stick to just drinking punch. But a few cups later and we realized that someone must've spiked it because the room was spinning, remember?"
"Oh yeah, I remember that. I was the first one to mention the room spinning. You didn't seem to realize it until after I said something first."
"Right but I remember one thing better than everything else."
"What's that?"
"We didn't separate from each other and we stuck together like glue the entire night. I remember you had your arm linked through mine and you wouldn't let it go."
"Right, I was scared and I wanted to make sure I didn't lose you. I rejected any offers to dance as did you just to keep me comfortable. I remember that."
"Exactly, however, regardless of the fact that we knew the punch was spiked, we kept drinking anyway. I can't remember anything that happened after about ten-thirty. That's where my mind draws a blank."
"We must've been really drunk by then. But this doesn't explain how you know this is when it happened. We don't remember anything after ten-thirty."
"True but I do remember what happened the next day."
"Well what does that have to do with anything?"
"It was a Saturday morning. This was the weekend fifth through seventh years were allowed to stay in Hogsmeade the entire weekend."
"Yeah, but get to the point Harry, how does this tell you how I've been pregnant for two months?"
"Simple. I said that I remembered what happened the next day and that begins with the morning. You should know what I'm talking about. Think for a moment, think really hard Hermione." Hermione stared down at the ground for a moment her eyes squinted in her concentration. Suddenly her head popped up again and she looked back at Harry, wide-eyed.
"We woke up next to each in the same bed!"
"Right, and what do you specifically remember about that?" Again Hermione though for a moment and again she looked up at Harry wide-eyed.
"We didn't have any clothes on!"
"That brings me to the conclusion that under the influence of alcohol you and I had sex. And seeing as it was under the influence of alcohol and the fact that I had not intended on sleeping with anyone anytime soon, I'm guessing that there was no condom involved."
"But if this is the answer to our question, then that would mean that YOU are the father of the baby I'm carrying!"
"That would be correct." To his surprise, Hermione jumped up and through her arms around him. She began kissing him all over the face. He could tell that she was obviously relieved.
"Knock-knock?" said a sudden voice. Hermione spun around and Harry looked up. Dr. Greene stood in the doorway, Hermione's release papers in his hands. "Well, Miss. Granger, I have your release papers here. You are free to go."
"Thank you," Hermione replied and she took the papers from him.
"Hold on a second," Harry said. "We're not going anywhere yet." The doctor looked at him with a confused expression. Hermione seemed confused for a moment but when she read the expression on Harry's face, she realized what he was doing. "If you don't mind, would it be possible for me to get a paternity test before we leave?"
"Well sure but didn't you say that you weren't the father of the baby?"
"Yes well, that was before the nurse told us that Hermione was two months pregnant."
"Why did that little bit of information change your mind?"
"Well, Hermione was only raped about a month ago. That means that if she's two months pregnant, she had to have gotten impregnated by someone else a month before she was raped. We did some thinking and finally remembered something that seems to fit. But in order for us to be absolutely certain, I need a paternity test."
"Alright then, I will be right back. I'll just have a nurse draw your blood. It shouldn't take too long to see if it matches the results for the baby." He left the room and within moments, returned with the assistant again. He instructed Harry to have a seat on the exam table and Harry did as he was told.
Like with Hermione, the assistant tied a band around Harry's arm, exposing the vein. She then opened another butterfly needle and Harry turned his head. He smiled at Hermione. She seemed to be happy that he was willing getting himself tested to see if he was in fact the father of her child. He could tell that she was really hoping he was. Harry flinched a bit when he felt the prick of the needle going into his arm but didn't cry out or seem to show any signs of pain otherwise. Hermione thought he was very brave. Moments, later, the assistant was placing a bandage over a cotton ball to hold it in place.
"You're all set dear. A nurse will be in, in a few minutes to give you the results." Harry nodded to show that he understood. After the assistant and the doctor left the exam room, Hermione jumped up into Harry's lap and sat there. She turned her head to look at him and was instead met with his lips pressing firmly to her mouth.
Hermione was slightly alarmed but gratefully returned the kiss. And so they sat there, losing all track of time, just passionately kissing and embracing each other. Suddenly, they heard someone clear their throat and again, they hastily broke out of the kiss. They looked up to realize it was only the nurse. She was smiling at them.
"Starting to feel like you two want more than a friendship between each other?" she asked in a cheerful voice. Both Harry and Hermione blushed. They knew they had been caught but for some reason, it didn't bother either one of them. "Well, young man," the nurse went on. "I have your test results."
"Well?" Harry asked anxiously. The nurse met his comment with a wide smile.
"I think you'll be pleased to know that the result came out positive. Congratulations, you are the father of Miss. Granger's baby." Harry was shocked but happy all the same. Hermione hugged him tightly.
"Thank you so much. We can leave now right?"
"Yes, you may leave. Take good care of her. And make sure that she eats enough to feed both her and the baby. Don't do anything hazardous, it may jeopardize your baby's health." She left the room as Harry and Hermione called out thanks.
Harry picked up Hermione's jacket and helped her into it again. Then, the two of them left the exam room and went back out to the waiting room where Ron was reading a magazine. He looked up when they entered. His face became puzzled when he saw that Hermione was smiling.
"Well?" he asked. It was his turn to be anxious.
"The good news, she's pregnant, the unusual good news, it's not Malfoy's."
"What? How is it not Malfoy's?"
"Malfoy raped Hermione only a month ago, she told me while we were in there. The nurse said that she was two months pregnant."
"So then, who is the father of the baby?" Ron asked confused.
"Are you ready for this?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Okay. Well, the truth is, the baby…"
"Yeah," Ron pressed.
"The baby…is mine." Ron was so shocked that he didn't say anything. A moment later, he passed out. "Thank heavens he was already seated," Harry said to Hermione and she laughed. Harry bent down, picked Ron up, and proceeded to carry him out of the hospital, Hermione at his side.