Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
It had been three weeks since Hermione had an emotional break down at The Burrow and three weeks since she realized that she was pregnant.
Being pregnant was a bitch. Her mornings usually began with her being bent over the toilet bowl at six in the morning puking whatever dinner she had the night before.
She found that she was frequently fatigued and always taking naps throughout the day.
Her diet was all over the place with her new cravings for Pub grub or sweets. Bangers & Mash and White Chocolate covered fruits had become her food nirvana.
Last, but not least, where her abdomen was usually flat, was now a small but almost noticeable baby bump.
With a sigh, she pulled up her shirt and examined her growing stomach.
A lot of other things had happened within the span of three weeks. After deciding to keep the baby, Hermione got her act together. She got a job, scraped up whatever money she had and bought herself an apartment in which only she and her girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, knew about.
Ginny had become very helpful since she found out about Hermione's pregnancy. She had vowed to keep it between them and not let Harry and her brother find out about the baby. Ginny was also the one who convinced her to see a healer.
So, as Hermione Granger had walked into the muggle doctor's office that morning, she had only one thing on her mind. Confirming her pregnancy and fixing it.
She had laid on the hospital bed and watched as the healer placed the cold blue gel like substance on her, still flat, stomach and performed an ultrasound.
"There is your baby Ms. Granger and it would seem that you are about ten and a half weeks along. Would you like to have a look?" The healer asked her curiously.
She shook her head no and focused her eyes on the spring green walls of the room.
Her mind was made up and she wasn't going to continue her pregnancy. At least that was what she thought until she heard it.
Thud-ump, Thud-ump, Thud-ump.
The sound of her baby's heart beating made her eyes widen as she looked towards the screen of the sonogram machine. The Healer was speaking but she couldn't hear a word she was saying.
There it was on the screen, the baby.
'No!' She could feel her eyes begin to burn with tears so she closed them and turned her head away from the sonogram.
She didn't want to be pregnant with Scabiors' baby. An abortion was what she truly wanted to have but as she heard the baby's heart beat surrounding her in this room, she wasn't quite sure that she wanted to go through with it anymore.
Her subconscious was starting to interfere with her decision and that was the last thing she wanted.
As she opened her eyes and looked at the baby's form in the sonogram, the baby's heart beat the only thing she could hear, she knew she wouldn't be getting an abortion. She wasn't about to take the chance of life away from the child. Her child. Her baby.
"Your baby seems to be quite healthy thus far. We can discuss a plan in order for you to have a healthy pregnancy later on. Also, would you... like pictures?" The Healer asked a bit hesitantly with a small smile.
Nodding as tears slid down her face, Hermione realized that she wouldn't be able get rid of her baby or give it away. For she already felt an unconditional love for her unborn child.
So this chapter was indeed short, but I will try to make it up with the next chapter. I apologize if it has taken me a while to post, but I have been pretty busy with college and work(the same old excuse most fanfic writers use but hey). I hope this story isn't too boring for you guys. To give you guys a bit of understanding, this story is about Hermione, how she copes with being raped by Scabior, and her journey of being pregnant with his baby. I would also like to say I am not the best writer but I am not the worst. Anyway, I will try to update this story as soon as possible. Expect an update around the first week of March.