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Freedom's Liberty, Slavery's Blood
Chapter 2: The Check-Up
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I woke up, wishing that I was with Ron, and that this child inside me had been born, and that we were married and happy. And most of all, I wished Blaise was dead. I wished that I had never picked up that red folder, or gone to visit Harry, or that Ginny had felt the need to check the case out.
I took a hot shower, scrubbing my skin red. Why? Because, that conniving son of a bitch Death Eater touched me. Last night, he grabbed my arm. I scrubbed my arm off like there was no tomorrow. I washed my hair with my peach scented shampoo, and stepped out of the shower.
I put on a red camisole and a pair of dark denim capris, with sneakers and I plaited my hair into a French braid. I walked down the stairs, hoping that he wasn't up, and that he wouldn't talk to me. I just wanted a walk.
He sat at the breakfast table, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. I try to walk past him, but his voice penetrated my thoughts.
"Good Morning, Hermione."
"..." Nothing. I couldn't find a thing to say. Nothing came to my mind. I fix him with a nasty glare, and continue to walk past him, into the garden.
I sat at the edge of the beautiful fountain, and wish that I didn't have to be near Blaise. But I'm not allowed to leave. I looked into the fountain, swirling my fingers around in the crystal clear, cold water. The wind was calmly blowing a breeze, and the sun was shining, but not beaming down in thick rays. Fifteen minutes had passed since I left the house, and a house elf comes up to me.
"Mistress? Master Blaise is requesting your assistance." The house elf assigned to me, Tiddley Winks says. I didn't like addressing him, so I just called him T.
"Tell him I'm not coming, T." I say stubbornly, crossing my arms.
"But Mistress, Master Blaise says you have an appointment. Tiddley Winks do not want to be punished for not retrieving Mistress like Master says."
"He hits you, T.?" I say, outraged. It was one thing he was keeping me here and abusing me, but a poor house elf?
"No! Mistress, Tiddley Winks punish Tiddley Winks self for not serving Master, Tiddley Winks thinks that Tiddley Winks can learn from it."
"Well, stop that! Just pinch yourself when you're bad or something! And an appointment? T., can you ask Blaise about this appointment?"
"Of course, Mistress, Tiddley Winks is going to ask Master Blaise about this." And the elf was off. Sometimes, T. scares me, all elves scare me, by the way they refer to themselves. He had just used his own name four times in one sentence, when I hardly says my name once in a week.
T. stumbles back out into the garden, and fell forward. I caught the elf, as he thanks me.
"Thank you, Mistress. Tiddley Winks is happy you catched Tiddley Winks."
"What about the appointment, T.?" I ask.
"Well, Master Blaise didn't say! he just ramble about babies and doctors and miscarriages. Tiddley Winks isn't sure if this is about the appointment." Suddenly, it hits me like a stone wall. A doctor's appointment! For her baby! Blaise had scheduled an appointment for her to see the doctor.
The doors to the garden open, and both T. and I look up to see Blaise walk towards us.
"Still talking with Tiddley Winks, Hermione?" He asks, sitting next to me. I stood. I didn't want to be anywhere near that creep. So, I turn away.
"What's so wrong with talking to him?" I ask cruelly, snapping my head back to glare at him again. He only gave a malicious smile.
"Tiddley Winks, you can leave now." Blaise told him. He rushs into the house.
"Hermione, you have to meet with the doctor today. You can't just neglect that love child of Weasley's. Probably already has more brain cells than it's father."
"Shut up!" I hiss at him.
"Don't you dare insult Ron like that! And this isn't a love child, nor is my baby an it! So just stop! I don't want to hear it, Blaise!" I yell at him, while tears slip down my cheeks. 'No!' I yell to myself. 'He's just going to keep talking about Ron, because he loves to see you upset...' And she was right.
"Why Hermione? Have I struck a nerve? I apologize for not saving you from this hysterically poor redhead faster, you almost seemed in love with him." He laughs.
"But in time, Hermione. He'll forget you. And you'll be alone, with your child. He doesn't love you the way I do!" Blaise yells at me, standing up before the last sentence and grabs my arm yet again.
"You know what?" I whisper dangerously low.
"I don't care, if Ron doesn't own the fanciest buildings, or shiniest diamonds. I love him. He'll never forget me!" I don't know why I start to yell again, I just felt it was the only way to get my point across.
"And I won't be alone! I'll be with him, looking back at this whole ordeal and laughing! And if you even loved me the way you claim to, you'd see that I'm not happy here!"
"I don't want to--" I cut myself off as I cover a hand over my stomach and moan. I remember, 'The baby...' inside me and I was going to cry. It had only been five months along. Blaise immediately rushs towards me.
"No, leave me be.." I push him away.
"I'm not having my baby now, no.." I moan miserably.
"We have to get to a hospital, Hermione." He told me softly. But I still didn't listen.
"No! I'm not going, and risking my baby's death..."
"Hermione, you'll die right here, even if that baby is okay, if you don't get to a hospital. Come on..." He picked me up, as I flailed my arms in every direction.
"No! Stop it, you can't take me! Please don't..." I beg. Oh god, if I lost this child, I don't know what I'd do...
He apparates into the hospital, checks in with the doctor I was supposed to have an appointment with.
"Harris." Blaise called to the man. He had grayish black hair, with wide rimmed glasses and a mustache.
"Blaise Zabini? Your appointment with the lady wasn't supposed to be for another hour!"
"Come on, she's hurting. I think, a miscarriage." I whimper at the word.
"Alright." The doctor nods as he set me down.
"What's your name, miss?" He asks me.
"Hermione." I didn't feel like talking as he had me lay back.
"I'm Dr. Stickler. What's wrong?"
"My baby..." Was all I could say, as he placed a weird computer mouse looking thing near my stomach.
"Blaise, take the reduction charm off her.." Blaise waved his wand.
Suddenly, my stomach grew, to about the size of a watermelon. I groan again.
"Oh my..." Dr. Stickler said.
"What... what's happening?" I ask through tears.
"Is my baby going to be alright?" The doctor sighs.
"Well, with a proper shifting, Hermione. Tell me, were you yelling at all today?" I nod.
"Your baby sensed the disturbance in the sound. Well really, the noise got the baby excited, and is currently twisted in the cord. A minor twist, only around the leg." I sigh, relieved nothing major was going to happen.
"She should untwist herself in no time." Stickler said. I look at him.
"It's a girl?"
"No. It's two girls. Twins." He told me. I smile. Two beautiful girls...
"Well, if she does get herself free, it'll hurt a bit. Try to sleep on your stomach during the night, alright Hermione?" I nod...Anything to protect my babies...
"Blaise, keep the reduction charm off until she goes to sleep, okay?" He nods. He better had...
"Thank you so much, Dr. Stickler." I say, truly meaning it. He only smiles and nods at me.
"It's my job, Hermione, don't worry about it. And please, come back in a few days until this clears." I gently hop off the table as Blaise stays and has a few words with the doctor.
I thought about Dr. Stickler, and wonder if he and Blaise knew each other besides him being my assigned doctor. Blaise walked out of the room, and runs a hand through his hair.
"Who knew Weasley had it in him, twins.." He mutters. I glare at him.
"Please don't start with me please..." I beg. He sighs, before he grabs my hand and apparates back. He immediately contacted Draco and starts to talk to him. At first, I wasn't interested, but it caught my ear..
"Why can't she come over? Hermione is becoming lonely!"
"She won't do anything! If I told her Hermione was alive, she'd think I'm crazy." Draco sighed.
"Please, Draco! Do this for her! For Hermione! For me! Please?"
"Alright. But tomorrow, not today. I'll bring her."
Blaise came out of the room and looks at me.
"Who's coming?" I ask.
"You were listening?" I shook my head.
"I was walking by and it caught my ear, it wasn't intentional." I told him. Why did I have to explain myself to him anyway! It's not like I have to all the time...
"A friend, Hermione. An old friend." And he walks away towards his study.
"You should get some rest." He told me before marching up the stairs. I scowl at his back. I knew he was right, and I knew that I had to rest, but for him to be the one telling me and for me to end up doing it? Holy hell, shoot me dead.
I walk upstairs, and strip myself of my clothing. I pull on a black t-shirt that said, 'What Boyfriend?' and a pair of shorts and climb under the green satins sheets. I look up at the ceiling, trying to think of someone who would be coming over. I gave up at half past ten, and forgot. Blaise hadn't placed the reduction spell on me. Damn. I didn't want to give it a try, I might hurt myself.
Sliding the covers down, I walk up a flight of stairs to the third floor, which was entirely Blaise's. Portraits of wizards and witches who looked very much like him line the halls and watch me circumspectly. You tell me. What the hell am I supposed to do in a foreign house? I ignore them and knock on Blaise's study door. I heard rustling noises and a thump, signaling that I had either woken him, or he fell. The door open to reveal Blaise, who was very much awake.
"Are you okay? I heard a bump." He nods.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" I rub my neck. I was supposed to be asking him about the spell! Not about his health!
"Dr. Sitckler said I had to sleep on my stomach." He looks at me like, 'Well, go sleep!'
"Well, what's wrong then?"
"I very much can't sleep that way if my stomach is a damn watermelon!" I told him dumbly. He made an 'O' face, before he reachs back inside and grabs his wand. What the hell was going on in this man's room to where the door's not allowed to be open all the way?
He says a spell, but I wasn't paying attention to the words or the shrinking feeling in my stomach. I want to know what was in his room.
"Goodnight." He told me, meaning 'Go to bed, Hermione!'
"Night then." I walk all the way back down the stairs, and all the way over to my room. I lay back down and fall asleep on my stomach, pains rushing through every now and then. I hope that the girls would be okay. I was rather enjoying their company over Blaise's.
Freedom's Liberty, Slavery's Blood
Chapter 2: The Check-Up
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