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Chapter 2

Hermione had just collapsed on her bed after her trip to the toilet. Ron was walking back from the bathroom carrying a damp facecloth, and sat on the edge of the bed next to Hermione. He took her left hand in his and wiped her face with the cool cloth, trying to make her feel better.

'Does that help?' he asked quietly.

'A little,' she replied.

It was half past five in the morning, a new record for how early she had succumbed to morning sickness, the previous one being twenty to six.

'If there's one thing I hate it's-'

'Being sick,' Ron finished for her, 'I know 'Mione, I'm sorry. Is there nothing you can take to help?' He had asked her this many times, but he refused to believe that there wasn't some sort of remedy for morning sickness in the wizarding world. But he believed wrong, there wasn't. It was just something mums-to-be had to live through.

'I've told you Ron; there's nothing that can help with morning sickness. Believe me when I say I've checked.'

'Okay. I just hate seeing you ill, especially when you're not technically ill, you're pregnant!'

'And you want me to go through this four times?' she said, closing her eyes.

Ron wiped her cheeks with the cloth again.

'Yes well…' he mumbled, 'do you want me to tell work you're not coming in today?'

'No, there's no need; this will've passed by then. It's only,' she looked at her alarm clock and sighed, 'twenty five to six.'

'Well, if you're sure-'

Hermione interrupted Ron finishing his sentence by jumping up off the bed and running to the bathroom to once again be sick. When he heard her retching he stood quickly and followed her path into the small room. He knelt down behind her and held her hair back from her face and rubbed her back, trying in the simplest of ways to help his wife through her suffering.

'I wouldn't care,' she mumbled into the toilet bowl, 'there's nothing left to bring up.'

Ron grimaced at the thought.

'Ron, I swear, if you can persuade me to do this again, then you will deserve respect from everyone in the world, both wizard and muggle, because believe me, the thoughts coming to me at this precise moment are not ones of a big family. I survived as an only child, this one will too!'

She ended her sentence by retching yet again into the toilet bowl.

Ron chose to not comment on Hermione's last little speech and settled instead for a quiet 'shh' to try and calm her down. He carried on rubbing her back.

'Does this help at all, or not?' he asked quietly.

'Yes…a little bit anyway.'

'Are you done?'

'I think so.'

She straightened up and wiped her mouth on some toilet roll. She slowly stood, supported by Ron and washed her mouth and face in the sink. Ron flushed the toilet and cleaned it with a wave of his wand, which had been left in the bathroom from the last time Hermione had been sick, precisely eight minutes ago.

'Come on,' he said, putting his arm around Hermione's shoulders, 'back to bed, you can still get a couple of hours sleep before you have to be up.'

Hermione let herself be steered by Ron through the house to their bedroom and collapsed onto the bed like she had done earlier. She pulled the quilt from under her and buried herself under it. Now, as well as feeling queasy, she was cold too.

'Come here,' Ron said, as he joined her under the covers.

She shuffled backwards towards him and he moved forwards to meet her. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist, being careful not to put any pressure on her stomach.

'Is this ok?' he asked quietly and cautiously.

'Yes it's fine.'

'You're shivering.'

'I know, I'm cold and I've just thrown the entire contents of my stomach up, not that there was much of it but still, I'd say that was a good enough reason to be shivering.'

Ron fell silent, he knew better than to say too much when Hermione was irritated, and irritated she definitely was.

'Sorry,' he mumbled.

'What on earth for?' she asked with a sigh.

'For…I dunno, for not being able to help make you feel better, and for ultimately getting you in this situation in the first place.'

She rolled over and led on her back, looking up at him.

'Don't be stupid, it's hardly you're fault I'm pregnant! It took two of us to get here and we both wanted children. As for the sickness, that comes with the territory, it's not as if I went into this not knowing what was going to happen. I was just hoping I'd be one of the few people who get away with not being sick. So don't apologise. And anyway, in about seven months time we'll have something that'll make this all seem worth the hassle, of course just before that I'll probably be trying to curse you to hell, and I make no apologies for what I might do or scream at you, but after that I might be persuaded to go through the whole thing again.'

Ron smiled.

'But until then, this is going to annoy the hell out of me, and I'm sorry if I take my irritation and annoyance out on you.'

'That's ok, I understand. Just remind me to confiscate your wand when you reach eight months!'

Hermione laughed.

'I'd love to see you try!'

Ron leant down and kissed Hermione.

'I love you Hermione.'

'I love you too Ron. Now we'd better try and get some sleep.'

She rolled back onto her side and Ron wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist again, carefully, like he did before.

Five minutes later as Ron was drifting off to sleep, he felt his arm being moved and Hermione moving away from him, getting out of bed.

'Surely not again?' he asked as she walked to the door.

'Ron, I'd be moving a hell of a lot faster if I was going to be sick. No, this time I have to pee.'

Ron smiled, 'ah good, that means I don't have to get up!'

Hermione scowled at him, and left the room.

Well, she thought, that's the last time I walk to the toilet!