Chapter 10
Hermione was NOT pregnant. She was absolutely NOT pregnant. She was one hundred percent positive, there was no separate life living in her womb.
"Mom! I'm not pregnant, it's probably just food poisoning." Jennifer gave her a pitying look and shook her head in amusement.
"Hermione, dear, what have you eaten?"
"Dunno, mum, it could have been cross contamination, or somebody who was dealing with the food sneezed and then didn't use a tissue. Or something! There are lots of ways to get salmonella! Or or a staph infection!" Hermione exclaims.
Jennifer laughs. "I doubt it."
"No! I would know, and I'm not pregnant."
Jennifer makes a noise that clearly states that she doesn't believe Hermione. "Ok, sweetie, go back to sleep." She says changing the topic. Hermione, for a second is indignant over the order like she is a child. But the protest is lost when her mother begins to rub Hermione's temples like she used to do when Hermione was a little girl.
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Hermione wakes up a few hours later with a grumbling tummy. She gets up to investigate the refrigerator's contents, after finding nothing to satisfy an unknown craving, she goes into the freezer and finds a tub of moose tracks ice cream. She grabs a bowl from the cabinet and fills the bowl. She takes a large spoonful from the carton to start her ice cream. The ice cream melts on her tongue, giving her the feeling that she always gets, that anything can be cured with a good ice cream.
"HERMIONE!" a male voice bellows from the entrance of the kitchen
"Daddy!" Hermione squeals happily, she puts her bowl of ice cream on the counter next to the refrigerator and hugs her father.
"Hey, honey, Hermione has something to tell you." Jennifer says pointedly.
Hermione glares at her mother. "No, I don't." she says through clenched teeth.
"Well, honey, lets just say you will be a grandpa soon." Mr. Granger's eyes lit up.
"Really?!" he exclaims happily.
"Well, maybe, I'm not sure yet." Hermione allows a smile. Her father's happiness is contagious.
"Come on, mummy, grammy lets go watch the news." He links arms with his wife, and gestures to his daughter to come with them into the living room. Hermione who has not forgotten her ice cream, grabs the bowl from the counter then heads into the living room.
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Later on, back at her house, she is watching a movie with Emily. A John Hughes marathon, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles they are eating ice cream and not caring about how many calories they are consuming, but they are so involved in the plot of the Breakfast Club, they are revealing why they are there. So they are watching intently.
The jock (or Emilio Estevez) is revealing the reason, when Michael walks in the door, loudly and is yelling to Hermione.
"Sweetie. The most amazing thing happened in class today! Where are you?" Michael yells as he comes through the door to the TV room.
"Ssshh!" Emily hisses, involuntarily. Realizing her mistake, she hurriedly mumbles an apology and pauses the movie.
"Hi honey." Hermione says brightly. "what happened that I won't believe?" She asks with a genuine curiosity.
"Tell you later." Michael grimaces a bit, as Emily summons the cookies she brought from her bag, but Hermione doesn't notice Michael's expression.
"'Kay" she says kissing his cheek, then hurrying off to finish the movie.
A few hours later, they have finally finished Pretty In Pink, when Hermione realizes that Michael went to bed about an hour before that. She figures it is safe to confide in Emily, nevertheless she listens intently to make sure that no footsteps are coming.
"Emily, I think I'm pregnant." Hermione whispers.
"Really?!?! That's fantastic" Emily hugs her.
"I'm not sure yet. I need to buy a muggle pregnancy test." Hermione says.
"Do you want to make a late night pregnancy test run?" Emily says. She stands up and switches from her movie pajamas, (blue with popcorn on it) to casual jeans and printed tee. Hermione does the same, but with jeans and a sweatshirt.
"Do you mind?"
"Hermione, you're my best friend, and this is important to you."
"Alright." she says hesitantly, making her way to the door. "And maybe while we're there we can buy some cheetos and peanut butter."
"Ew!" Emily makes a face. "I think I already know what the test is going to say."
Half an hour later, Emily and Hermione find there way to a drugstore and walk inside, feeling like a teenager doing something bad she grabs the pregnancy test and runs up to the register with Emily, they both giggle nervously.
"Will that be all?" the woman asks in a condescending voice.
"Cheetos." Hermione says and heads to the back for chips.
When Hermione steps out of the store, she feels like she's done something wrong, like someone was going to point her out and call her some rude name, no one did.
"There's one hurdle." she muttered under her breath.
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"But that's impossible!" Charlie Weasley bellows. He is arguing with his superior. "I wasn't even in Romania that night. I was in England at my birthday party!"
"Well, clearly the records state that you were." Charlie's boss Bobby Blumieri, a squat, pug-nosed little wizard says, matter-of-factly.
"I wasn't here, I was off that night! I have a witness." Charlie exclaims.
"I want to see this witness."
Charlie wondered what he should say, he opened his mouth and said...
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Hermione felt queasy, her heart was racing in her chest making it hard to breath, just one more minute and she would know, Emily sat beside her holding her hand tightly.
"It's all right, Hermione. I'm sure Michael will love to hear your pregnant."
A wave of guilt washed over her. "Emily..."
"It is his baby, after all..."
"Emily..."
"... maybe you should name it Michael jr..."
"EMILY!" Hermione shouted.
"Yes?" her friend looked at her expectantly.
"It may not be Michael's."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember the red head from the hospital?"
"Weasley, right?"
"Yea."
Emily looked confused for a moment, then a look of total surprise covered her features.
"HIM?!" Emily nearly yelled.
"Shhhhhh!"
"Him?!"
"Yes."
Emily just stared at her. "What if Michael finds out?"
"If it's a redhead, Michael is going to be pissed. That is if he even wants children."
"Well, maybe the test is going to be a negative."
"God, I hope so. I'm not ready to be a mother."
Emily face was sympathetic. "Are you kidding? You would make a great mother!"
Hermione blanched. "No, no I wouldn't."
The timer went off and suddenly Hermione could hear the distant cry of a baby, images of tiny hands and feet flashed through her head, images of Michael's anger, of Charlie's happiness, the flashed merged. Slowly she reached out and picked up the test, turning it over she read...
(Author's Notes:)
-La la la la la la. What do you think?
- so I was doing a kitchen class and we were learning about sanitation and food type diseases, so there you go.
-randomness; I was listening to "Fabulous" from High School Musical 2. which is really the wrong kind of song to listen to for writing a dramatic scene. Lols.
-sorry I haven't posted in a while, school started up again and I needed my routine down. But a trivial thing such as school wont keep me away ; kidding – possibly.
-please review.