Author's Note: Sorry if this is kind of a filler chapter. I'm having a slight writer's block about what should happen in this chapter, and filler chapters are always the result when that type of thing happens. Hope you enjoy the chapter just the same. Good thing their Spring Holiday is coming soon. :)

Chapter 8: Full Bladders

Sunday, 25 March, 2018 (week 13)

Victoire woke up much earlier than she had wanted one Sunday morning. It wasn't all bad though, as today was her first official appointment with Madam Pomfrey, and needless to say, Victoire had no idea what to expect. She slowly got out of bed and for the first time in a long time looked, really looked, at least, at her reflection in the mirror that hung on her wall. She looked the same as she always had since she hit puberty. She still had her light blonde hair and stunning blue eyes, both of which she had inherited from her mother, and her medium height of five feet five inches. The only difference was the small bump that had recently began to form near her abdomen. If Victoire had any doubts about her pregnancy – which she didn't – they would have all disappeared within the past week or two. Sighing, Victoire got dressed and headed to the hospital wing for her appointment with Madam Pomfrey.

"Ah, Miss Weasley." The matron said as Victoire pushed open the hospital wing door and entered the room. "How are you feeling today?"

"Other than the cravings, insane hunger, morning sickness, and the constant need to go to the loo, I'm wonderful." Victoire replied grumpily. In truth, pregnancy was a pain in the arse.

Madam Pomfrey smiled. "Well, that's to be expected with pregnancy. So today, I'd like to begin tracking your blood pressure and weight, if that's alright with you. I've received some equipment that we will need during your appointments with me from St. Mungo's, so we're all set. Now, how much did you weigh before your pregnancy?"

Victoire hesitated. "Probably about fifty-two kilograms." She replied uncertainly, since it had been a while since she weighed herself last.

Madam Pomfrey had her stand on a scale and wrote down her weight with a satisfied look on her face. "You're right about where you should be."

After weighing her, Madam Pomfrey took Victoire's blood pressure, which was also within the proper range. Finally, Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Victoire's stomach, and a small shape appeared on the screen beside her; her baby. "It's too early for me to tell the gender," Madam Pomfrey said, "but for future reference, would you like to know the gender at your next appointment?"

Victoire hesitated. "Not yet." She said finally. "Maybe at a future appointment, but I want Teddy to be there with me when I find out, whether it's through an ultrasound, or at the birth."

The matron nodded, and then asked, "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?"

At this, Victoire nodded eagerly. Madam Pomfrey cast a spell, and suddenly, the thumping of a small heart was audible. Victoire gasped. It was one of the most beautiful sounds she ever heard. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was incredible, and so indescribable. After a while, Madam Pomfrey turned off the spell. "Now, are there any questions or concerns about your pregnancy?" the matron asked.

Victoire thought for a moment before saying that she didn't. Soon, she was free to go.

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Tuesday, 27 March, 2018 (week 13)

Dear Teddy,

There's only three more days before I come home for the spring holiday, and I don't know about you, but time is going so slow to me. I had an appointment with Madam Pomfrey Sunday morning. Everything's great with the baby, and I got to hear its heartbeat! It was so incredible Teddy. I don't really know how to describe the feeling I had when I heard our child's heartbeat. I wish you could have been there.

School is going good, but the pregnancy makes it difficult. My constant ketchup cravings and the baby's need to press against my bladder is driving me nuts though. Honestly, I can't wait until he or she is out of me.

I hope your Auror training is going okay, and that you're not giving Uncle Harry any grief. I'm just kidding, he loves you as much as I do – which is a lot – but in a different way of course. As always, I miss you, but I keep reminding myself that I'll see you soon.

Love,

Victoire

Victoire sighed as she folded her letter and put it in an envelope. Break ended soon, and that meant she only had ten minutes to get to the owlry and to Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She dropped off her letter with Alouette, the owl that she shared with her siblings before rushing off to class.

About fifteen minutes into class, Victoire realized she desperately needed to use the loo. So, not knowing what else to do, she raised her hand right in the middle of Professor Clearton's lecture. "Yes, Miss Weasley?" the DADA professor asked.

"May I go to the loo?" Victoire mumbled.

"Of course. Quickly, now." Professor Clearton replied before continuing with the lesson.

Victoire went and came back as fast as she could. Unfortunately, due to the baby once again pressing against her bladder, Victoire had to go again. She was forced to disrupt class once again to ask to leave, causing some of the class to snicker. When she returned, a Slytherin girl raised her hand and also asked to use the loo. After four or five students asked the same question, it became clear that they were mocking Victoire. Professor Clearton must have caught on to what they were doing, because soon, the same students were raising their hands every five minutes, asking to go to the loo. Finally, one of them got fed up and asked the professor, "What have you done to us?"

"I haven't done anything." Professor Clearton said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I don't know why so many of you have a constant need to use the loo, but I do know why Miss Weasley needs to."

He turned to draw a picture on the chalkboard before continuing. "You see, when Miss Weasley's baby is in just the right position, it is pressing against her bladder. This extra pressure makes her need to go to the loo more often. It must be quite uncomfortable, am I right, Miss Weasley?"

"Y-yes, Professor." Victoire stuttered in surprise. Some of the students were looking disgusted at this new discussion, while others, such as Victoire, Jenna, and Ella, were struggling not to laugh at the professor's cleverness.

"Very well, I suppose I should fix this, then shouldn't I." With that, Professor Clearton said a charm to undo the one he had used previously, and continued on with his original lecture, as if the "bladder incident" never happened.

After class, Victoire went to speak to Professor Clearton. "Thanks for doing that." She said.

The professor smiled. "No problem. My wife had the same problem, without the mocking of course, when she was pregnant with our daughter, so I happen to be more knowledgeable than you would think on the side effects of pregnancy."

Victoire thanked him again, before leaving the classroom, where out in the corridor the affected students were complaining amongst themselves. "The only reason he'll get away with it is because he's married to the Headmistress." One of them said. Victoire knew this wasn't true, but she didn't care. In her mind, Professor Clearton has the best professor ever.

Author's note: Okay, now I'm curious about two things. The first is do you agree or disagree with Professor Clearton's reaction to the student's mockery. Why or why not?

Secondly, do you want Victoire and Teddy to find out the gender of their baby through an ultrasound, meaning you readers will find out as well, or do you want them to wait until the birth. I already decided the gender and the name a LONG time ago, so it doesn't matter to me.

Please review and let me know these things! :)