(this is new, Charlie's perspective, well new in the sense that since the first chapter, but I had to put in some plot development or else I would get 'wtf?' reviews when I post one of the final chapters.)

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Chapter 9

Charlie Weasley was trying to figure out everything. He was in love with a girl who didn't give a damn about him, yes he admitted it had only been a short time since he had actually really met her and first spoken to her. He had never pegged himself for a romantic, but maybe it was just that he finally met the right person. But then, again his right person was with somebody else and that just absolutely killed him inside.

He was staying with his parents, in his old room. Right now he was lying in his bed where he and her had first come together on that very momentous night. Even though he had been smashed at the timewhen he had woken up the next morning everything had felt right. She had looked so beautiful, sleeping, so peaceful and serene, her hair fanned out around her on the pillow, one lock of her brown hair tickling his nose.

"CHARLIE! YOU HAVE AN OFFICIAL LOOKING MESSAGE DOWN HERE!!" his mother yelled. He climbed out of bed and put on a shirt and jeans and hurried downstairs to read his mail.

A large owl, carried a large and official rolled letter. He unrolled it, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He read the letter, time stopped as he read the letter, his breathe came in short spurts, the letter fell from his hands to the ground. There wasn't much time.

"Oh, fuck." Charlie swore and he disapparated quickly.

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Something was wrong, Hermione could feel it when she woke up the next morning, she couldn't explain why or how but something was dreadfully wrong, Hermione shivered as though this could dispel the strange feeling. She couldn't miss work though, not even for a strange intuitional feeling,she was one hundred percent dedicated to her job. Michael, who didn't have a class until four, was still sleeping soundly.

Michael himself was a solid sleeper, he didn't even stir when Hermione slid off the bed and grabbed her robe to cover herself, or later when she dropped the shampoo bottle of her toe and cursed loudly, or even later when she had bumped into the side table in the front hall, knocking various objects onto the floor. In fact he didn't move at all. He just was lying on the bed, a sheet covering his lower half and a pool of blankets around his feet.

Finally he stirs as Hermione dresses in her lime green St. Mungo's robes and grabs her purse, slinging it over her shoulder.

"What are you wearing?" Michael mumbles, his eyes barely open.

"My work uniform, go back to bed." Hermione says blowing him a kiss and then going to her closet to apparate to work.

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"Hello, Emily."

"Ms. Granger..." Emily says "...here are your messages that arrived by owl." Emily says casting a accio charm and a bundle of rolled letters zooms toward her hand.

"Thank you. Meet you for coffee at four?"

"I'm not off 'til seven, we'll grab some pizza and rent a movie, kay?" Emily replies, then after a moment. "Wait, shouldn't you be going out with Michael tonight?" Emily waggled her eyebrows in suggestion.

"I don't want to. And Michael has a late Friday class."

"That sucks. Now skedaddle, there's a gorgeous man who just walked in." Emily says pushing her chest out so that her breasts pressed suggestively against her thin white blouse.

"Later." Hermione smiles at Emily.

Hermione goes to her office after talking to Emily, with pride she looks around the office, smiling as she comes to her degrees posted on the wall, Hermione blows out a sigh of appreciation and clips her badge to her robes, taking her clipboard in hand she steps out of her office and begins her rounds.This promotion has not made her a favorite person among the healers who were turned down, especially Carolyn Corman who can barely conceal her dislike. Some of the older healers, older by about fifteen years, dislike her but pretend to like her.

Hermione walks around the hospital talking to Healers and her more personable patients, Hermione loved her new job, but she missed the interaction with the patients the pace of the hospital. One minute she was talking to a patient, then she felt herself feel violently ill, she just made it to a bathroom just before she threw up. Sitting on the floor of a bathroom stall, she felt quite ridiculous, confusion made it hard to think or even move.

The bathroom door swung open. Hermione heard stiletto heels clicking on the tiled floors, she heard a familiar voice mumble.

"Emily?" Hermione moans without meaning to.

The stall door opens.

"Hermione!?" The young blonde witch looks down at her friend in question. "What's wrong?!"

"The contents of my stomach." Hermione jokes weakly before she throws up again.

Emily, who is pretty sure that Hermione doesn't want the rest of the hospital to know that she is ill. She takes Hermione up to her office through the service stations and sits her down. There is an unfamiliar face in the office.

"Mrs. Granger?" She says hesitantly to the woman sitting behind the desk.

Instead of being startled by the presence of her mother in her office she moans 'mum' pitifully, Mrs. Granger immediately stands and looks at her daughter crumpled on the floor.

"What's wrong?!" She shouts at Emily.

"I don't know! I walked into the bathroom and she was throwing up in a stall."

"Hermione, sweetie. What's wrong?" Jennifer shakes her daughter gently.

Hermione doesn't answer but lies in Jennifer's lap, Hermione's mother looks at her, frightened by her daughter's inability to talk.

"We have to get her to my car." Jennifer says resolutely.

Emily nods and places one of Hermione's arms around her neck, Jennifer takes the other and they walk towards the stairwell, no one asks any questions as they get the parking lot and lie Hermione across the backseat, Hermione moans and curls her body intofetal position.

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A few hours later, Hermione wakes up, extremely confused but very well rested. "Where am I?" she mumbles.

"Hi honey." Her mother chirps from the rocking chair.

"What's going on?"Hermione says, sitting up on her family couch.

"I came to see you at work but after I arrived, your friend, Emily, came bursting in carrying you."

"I don't feel so good." Hermione said, holding her stomach.

"Oh, Honey! I'm so proud of you!" Jennifer said joyfully, holding her daughter's face.

"What?" Hermione said confusedly.

Jennifer hesitated.

"What?" Hermione demanded.

"I thought you would have known."

"Known what?"

"Why, Hermione, you're pregnant!" Jennifer said loudly, happily

The color drained from Hermione's face, and with that thought on her mind, she fainted.

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A/N:

-heheehehe what did you think of hermione's pregnancy? please review

-also, for fanfiction purposes i've eliminated the thing about muggles in St Mungo's. well i've changed it to only muggles that know the existence of wizards like the parents of muggle borns (i.e. hermione) etc etc

-thank you to my lovely reviewers,
you will all enjoy what i have planned for michael :)