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Without further wait I present:
The Diary of Two
Weasleys, a Potter, and a Granger
Chapter 16: Leavings and
Greetings
13
October - Hermione - 10:16 PM
I had my first trip with Ron
and Madame Pomfrey to St. Mungo's maternity ward today. I mean, I am
three and a half weeks along and Madame Pomfrey says that once a
month I will be going with her and Ron to St. Mungo's. She says that
she is goo enough, but I will need to be familiar with my
mediwitch/mediwizard before the birth.
I really think Ron is
uncomfortable with this whole situation. Seriously. I mean it. He is
always stuttering whenever he is around an adult and/or pregnant
women (other than me) when he's with me. I wonder if he's embarrassed
by me? Then he sits white-faced (tinted with the famous Weasley
blush) and silent in the room while I get examined, which makes me
really uncomfortable. Seriously. I mean, it's not like I wanted to be
pregnant at seventeen. You know. Well, technically I was sixteen when
I got pregnant, but still.
So, we sat in the waiting area; Ron
looked around, then played with his fingers, I filled out forms, and
Madame Pomfrey went to go give a lecture. She said she would meet me
there when I got out. If I got out before her, which I doubted would
happen, Ron and I were to meet her here. So, when I finally finished
filling out the forms, I gave them to the mediwitch sitting behind
the desk. She glanced at them and told me to go sit on the right side
of the room. Ron came with me, and sat down across from me and
grabbed a copy of Witch Weekly and began reading through it.
There were three other people in our half of the room: a girl and boy
who were silently making out in the corner, and a girl who reminded
me a little of Ginny, but with some subtle differences. She had her
red hair,which had a tint of blonde to it, pulled up in a ponytail
that was just barely a ponytail, it was only about 2 inches long and
stuck out. She had chestnut brown eyes and her skin was as fair as
ivory piano keys. She had about sixteen freckles on each cheek.
Judging by the dimples on her cheeks, she looked rather young. She
was very pretty. She was about 5' 7" tall and wore a dark
lavender shirt and navy overalls. She had purple flats on and an
armband on her right forearm made of the same material as her
t-shirt. Whilst Ron read, I decided to talk to her. She looked a
little father along than I, as her bulge was definitely noticeable,
but not too noticeable. I just look fat. So, I stood up and moved
down a few seats and sat down beside her. And we started talking. She
was a month and a half pregnant, by a Muggle. He dumped her when he
found out she was pregnant and he committed suicide a few days later.
She is a Squib. She is just barely sixteen. She wants to have a boy,
which is funny, because I do too. She is an orphan and her
ex-boyfriend's family is supporting her fully. That's more than I can
say. My parents wanted me to murder my baby. I still can't believe
it. Her name is Genevieve Louise Gabriellaston, but she likes to be
called GG. So, I call her GG. She said she would talk to me later
when she got called back. I told her I went to Hogwarts and she said
she would send me an owl.
So, I looked over to the left side of
room. It looked like they divided the place by people who were
married and pregnant and people who weren't. That or people who were
not under 20 and people over 20. There were about 5 women over there
who all looked as though they had been pregnant before. Some had
giant stomachs, and others had hardly any pudge at all. I moved over
and sat beside Ron, lay my head on his shoulder, and read the
magazine over his shoulder. It was rather relaxing. I was half asleep
when I heard a mediwitch call my name ("Hermione Granger -
Weasley") Then I heard Ron whispering in my ear telling me to
get up, that it was exam time. Which, after sleeping on his shoulder,
was a death sentence. So, I got up and followed the brunette
medi-assistant behind the door she opened. She took me into the exam
room, and closed the door after Ron came in. I had to change into the
gown and sat down on the table she had pointed to, and waited for the
mediwitch who was going to deliver the baby to come in. Ron sat
white-faced, blushing, and playing with his fingers. I told him it
made me nervous when he did that and he blushed some more and
mumbled. Ron just can't be proud of me...can he? I'm kidding, he is
just really, really uncomfortable. I asked him why and he said he was
uncomfortable because he had to sit there while I was getting
examined and see parts of me he had only seen when he was drunk, and
he didn't know what they had looked like. Seriously. Grow up boy!
Then the Mediwitch came in and gave me an examination. She said
in 5 weeks I can have a wizard ultrasound. So, I will know whether I
am having a son or a daughter. I can't wait! Then I got to get
dressed and Ron and I were led by the brunette medi-assistant back to
the counter where I turned in the forms, and I had to schedule
another appointment. GG came up right after I got my day (Friday in
four weeks) and got that day too! Yay! Then GG and I talked a little.
She got her ultrasound today and is definitely having a son. I am so
happy for her. She thinks she likes the name Matthew. I,too, like
Matthew, for a boys name. Then Ron and I went out into the waiting
room and saw Madame Pomphery looking around for us. I told her when
my appointment was, and we left. She asked me how it went, and I told
her. She said we had a stop to make. So, it was a shock to me when
she made a car appear out of thin air as soon as we got outside (the
alley was deserted) and she began to drive along. Ron and I sat in
the backseat and she drove.
After a while, she stopped. I looked
out the window and we were at the burrow! I couldn't believe it! I
mean I had just been to the hospital and they wanted me to EAT? I
guess I SHOULD tell Mrs. Weasley about my appointment, I am just not
sure. lol! Anyway. I went to the door with Ron and Madame Pomfrey.
She apparently was going to tell Mrs. Weasley EXACTLY what to cook
for me today. I love the Weasley's with all my heart, but I really
don't want to see them all the time! I think my head will explode.
And, If I hear Molly talk anymore about a wedding date I will scream.
I am NOT in the mood to decide. I mean it. I think she is planning it
behind Ron and I's backs though...which isn't good at all. So, I was
forced to endure Mrs. Weasley attempting to teach me how to cook for
about like three hours, then we went back to the castle and I told
Ginny everything! Ron doesn't know but I figured out what gender the
baby is going to be...but I am not telling. I love magic! With magic,
you can find out what gender the baby is the MOMENT it is conceived.
Well, I am beat! Bye!
Hermione
13 October - Harry -
11:59 PM
I am so happy for Ron and Hermione. I really am, but
Ginny is being CRAZY to want children once we are married. Seriously!
I mean it! It's too risky! too much! TOO MUCH...TABOO IT SUCKS!
Anyway, Ginny and I had a picnic on the grounds today. We made out
for a while...until she stopped suddenly and scooted off my lap. Then
she started harking on and on about why we SHOULD have kids when we
get married. It drives me mental. It makes me think she's going a
little mental anyway. She has been really stressed out, but I mean,
who can blame her. She's doing two years worth of work in one year:
four and three quarters months to do the sixth year and five months
to do seventh year and then she will have N.E.W.T.'s. AND her best
friend is pregnant and engaged to her brother, and she's engaged. I
mean, COME ON! Even with Plinkey she still has a ton of work to do.
Hermione and Ron named Ginny and I godparents to the baby when they
got back from St. Mungo's. That's so sweet! Ron and Hermione decided
on a wedding date at dinner. It's going to be in a week! So, Ginny,
Ron, Hermione and I sat in the common room making the invitations,
about 25 each. Hermione and Ginny are going wild making plans and
running around the castle in such a hectic frenzy, Ron and I barely
get to see them. Hermione is only inviting five people, two of which
she doesn't think will come. She's inviting her parents and two girls
she called Jem and GG. And she is inviting Missy. They asked
McGonigall if they could have it in the great hall, as well as the
reception. She said sure as long as she got invited. Yay! I am so
happy for those two. Seriously. But, I can't help but wonder HOW THE
HECK Ron is getting married before me. Hmmmm. Well, my hand is
KILLING ME!
Harry