"Spit it out already!" Hermione exclaimed, worried by the look on the nurse's face.
"You're pregnant," the nurse mumbled.
"What? I didn't catch that," Hermione said.
"You're pregnant!" she exclaimed, turning a few heads.
"WHAT?!" Hermione shouted.
"Oh my. . . The medi-wand says the father is Mr. Riddle. . ." the nurse trailed off.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked as calmly as she could. "I think there is something wrong with your medi-wands."
"No, no, they are never wrong," the nurse paused. "I will be right back with some potions to help you with pains and the like," she said and left Hermione alone. Bianca looked up and smiled at Hermione. She knew Hermione was pregnant and thought it was great, but Hermione thought just the opposite. Bianca sat down on the edge of the bed and slid down the covers onto the ground. She brushed herself off and stood in the middle of the floor between two beds then began to grow. Hermione and all the other children gaped at her. Although most knew fae could grow to a human's size, none of the students had seen it happen before. Bianca stood at about 4 feet and 7 inches tall. Bianca sat next to Hermione on the bed.
"What's so bad about being pregnant? That is wonderful!" Bianca exclaimed.
"You. . . You can talk?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, but only in this form. . . It takes a lot of energy and strength, so I cannot stay like this for long. So, answer my question."
"Well. . . it seems nice and all. . . but Tom Riddle. . . I know things about him that no one else knows, and it kind of scares me. . ." Hermione said.
"He cannot be that bad," Bianca said and emphasized 'that.'
"You have no idea," Hermione said and put her head in her hands. Bianca patted Hermione's back and the nurse came back to give Hermione her medicine.
"Who are you?" the nurse asked Bianca. "What are you?" she paused. "And why are you not in school uniform?" Bianca smiled to the nurse then began to shrink to her normal size. The nurse gaped. "Amazing," was all she managed to say.
"Do you have my medicine?" Hermione asked, causing the nurse to stop staring at Bianca.
"Yes, yes," the nurse said and handed Hermione a handful of bottles of various medicines and potions. "Now, I colour-labeled them all according to the time you have to take them, the pink ones are for the morning and the blue ones are for the night. The black ones are to be taken twice daily. There are instructions on the bottles."
"Whoa. . ." Hermione paused trying to take it all in. "Thank you for your help, ma'am."
"You're welcome, dear. If you need anything, and I am sure you will, please come here," the nurse said. "Now hurry to your class, child."
"Thanks again!" Hermione exclaimed as she ran out of the hospital wing. She packed all her bottles into her bag as she walked down the halls, with Bianca sitting on her shoulder. When Hermione finished stuffing everything into her bag, she began jogging to Care of Magical Creatures. Poor Bianca was hanging onto Hermione for dear life. They arrived to three angry male Slytherins, a class of Slytherins and Gryffindors, and a kind, understanding Dumbledore.
"You are late, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said.
"I know, I am very sorry, I was feeling ill," Hermione said as she sat down.
"Ah, I hope you feel better. We are working on the debates," Dumbledore said and chuckled as Bianca used Hermione's arm as a slide to get to the table.
"Thank you, sir," Hermione said and Dumbledore nodded.
"Why are you so late?" Lucius hissed.
"Erm. . . I would rather not say. . . I do need to talk to Tom, though," Hermione said and looked at Tom, giving him a look that clearly said she was mad about something.
"They will find out anyway, just tell me now," Tom said a bit mad that she had the nerve to be late, especially because she had Bianca.
"You are a bastard!" Hermione exclaimed in a loud whisper to him.
"Why?" Tom asked and smirked.
"I am pregnant, and it is entirely your damn fault!" Hermione was a bit louder than before, causing a few heads to turn her way.
"Excuse me?" Tom asked, a bit shocked. "I think I did not hear you correctly."
"I am pregnant," she said slowly and annunciated each word as she spoke. "It is your child. You idiot! It is because you were drunk. You are going to help me during this time, or pay later," Hermione warned him.
"That is not funny, Hermione," the three boys said at once.
"I know it is not, I am the one who has to deal with being sick. Tom might as well help, since it is his fault!"