Dedication: This chapter is for my great friend Laura (Kitty Bridgeta) who fueled the idea for this one. Thank you Laura, you saved this chapter!

The doctors office. However in Hermione's case, it was the Healer's office. One muggle, one magic, but both with the same purpose.

Hermione sat at the examination table, picking at her fingernails, waiting for the Healer to arrive. Glancing around, she noticed it hadn't changed one bit since she was here last with Rose. Same powder blue color walls, same potions sitting on the counter, and by the looks of it, the same outdated Daily Prophet's and Witch Weekly's sitting in the magazine rack.

A knot formed in her stomach as she waited still. She had never liked the doctors as a child, and the healers was the same way now. Sure, it was quicker, easier and a lot less painful here at St. Mungos but it still gave her the chills. Every time she had been here, a loved one had been hurt, and that was never a good reason to be somewhere.

'Do they purposely make you wait this long, just to frighten you?' she thought to herself. She glanced up nervously at the clock, it had already been twenty minutes. 'Why are they taking so long?' Questions started to form in her head as the minutes kept ticking away. 'What if the babies hurt and it needs help now? What if it has something wrong with it and if the Healer could see it now, it would save its life?'

Hermione's mind filled with these types of questions, making her more nervous then ever. Placing her right hand on her stomach she rubbed it softly, while cracking her knuckles on her left hand. She sighed in frustration and slid off the table.

'Twenty five minutes, this is ridiculous!' she thought angrily, as she began to pace the room. 'I'm going to go see what's going on.' Heading towards the door, Hermione reached for the handle but wrenched it back as it clicked and the door opened.

"Oh, hello Mrs. Weasley!" cried the elderly healer, clearly surprised at Hermione's close proximity to the door. "I hope I didn't bump you with the door, terribly sorry if I did."

"No, no, it's fine, you didn't bump me," Hermione assured, "I was going to check and see if someone was coming, I was afraid you had forgotten about me in here," she finished with a chuckle.

"Oh no," the healer laughed, picking up her clipboard, "we didn't forget about you Mrs. Weasley. And I apologize for the delay. We had another woman, pregnant like yourself, down the hall. She was having a bit of trouble with the babies temperament, so it was affecting her magic abilities"

"Really?" Hermione questioned, readjusting herself on the examination table. "I didn't know that could happen."

"Oh certainly my dear," she said, laying Hermione down. "But not to worry," she continued, seeing the worried look on Hermione's face, "just temporary things, like turning things different colors, sizes, shapes. Nothing to be alarmed of, it sometimes happens with the mothers mood swings, but nothing harmful to you or the baby."

"Oh good," Hermione sighed, "you scared me for a moment there."

"Yes, not to worry dear," the healer smiled. "Oh and excuse my manners, I'm Healer Ambrious. I'll be doing your examination today."

"Of course, I remember you from last time I was here. You helped with me when I was pregnant the first time with my daughter."

"Ah you do remember me!" Ms. Ambrious cried, "such a sweet tempered baby she was. Ah what was her name…Rose! Yes, Rose was it, wasn't it?"

"I can't believe you can remember that," Hermione said astonished. "After all the babies you deliver, you remember Rose."

"She was so sweet, I couldn't forget her," she smiled, "and maybe the fact that she was the first child of two quiet famous wizards." Healer Ambrious winked at Hermione and walked over to the counter of potions, mixing a pale pink potion and a dull brown colored one.

"Oh yeah," Hermione blushed, "how could I forget about that part."

"Yes, now here you go Mrs. Weasley. Drink that up and then we'll check and see how your baby's doing." The Healer handed Hermione the potion and she drank it down. She felt it slip down her throat and into her stomach, causing a small bubbling sensation. Leaning back, Hermione relaxed and let the Healer get to work.

Grabbing her wand out of her apron, Healer Ambrious got to work. Waving her wand this way and that way over Hermione's stomach, watching the colors appearing and writing it all down on the chart. When she was finished, she gave her wand one last wave and the shimmering colors around Hermione's stomach disappeared. Looking down at her chart one last time, she turned back to the patient.

"Well, you seem to be in great health Mrs. Weasley. Your just at five and a half months along in your pregnancy, and the baby is at the right size for this time. So I say, so far, so good. Do you want to know the sex of the baby?" Healer Ambrious asked, smiling.

"No, I want to wait a bit longer I think," Hermione replied, readjusting her shirt and standing once more. "Is there anything I need to do or improve on, health wise?"

"Hmmm…" Ms. Ambrious mumbled, checking the chart once more. "Well you can add a bit more vitamins to your diet, that wouldn't hurt. And you should probably take these potions, just to give the baby a bit more protection and a little health boost. So stock up on the orange juice and take those, but otherwise you should be all set. You should set up another appointment for next month or so, just as another check-up. But that's all for today, and here is your clean bill of health. And we will see you next month Mrs. Weasley, have a great day."

Healer Ambrious left the room and Hermione gathered her things and followed suit. She walked to the counter where the receptionist sat and began to schedule her appointment for next month.

"Hermione!" someone called from down the hallway. She turned around quickly and saw her husband dodging the hospital crowd. He obviously had just come from work, because he was still in his Auror uniform. She began to laugh at the sight before her. Not only was Ron dodging people pointing and whispering his name, but he was doing it while holding Rose up on his shoulders.

"Hi love," he said breathlessly, "sorry we're late." He bent down and gave her a peck on the lips, causing Rose to giggle on his shoulders.

"Hi, and yeah you're a bit late," she laughed, "the appointment is already over."

"Damn," Ron swore, "well you can blame your daughter. She wouldn't leave until she finished counting the chickens at The Burrow. She couldn't get pass five without having to start over because they kept moving."

"It's quiet alright," Hermione laughed, brushing Rose's hair out of her face, "counting chickens sounds very important. Right Rosie?"

"Right Mummy!" Rose giggled.

"So, everything alright?" Ron asked, "any problems?"

"Nope, the baby's fine, perfect size and everything. I just have to add a little more vitamins to my diet, take these potions and I should be good."

"Sounds easy enough," Ron grinned, grabbing his wife's hand and holding Rose steady with the other. "So back to the house for dinner?"

"You never do stop eating do you?" Hermione laughed, astonished at her husbands endless appetite. "And yes, we can go home for dinner now."

"Excellent!" Ron grinned. "So did you find out the baby's gender?" He waited for his wife to respond but she didn't. "Hermione?...Hello? Earth to Hermione Weasley!" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, but she was staring down the hall at woman about the same age.

"No… I think I want to wait a bit...longer….is that Lavender Brown?" she asked, squinting her eyes and stepping closer to the woman, "it is! We should go say hello!"

"What! Lavender? Where?" Ron asked, glancing around, "no Hermione, we are leaving now."

"Oh come on Won-Won, let's go say hello!" Hermione teased, laughing at Ron's horrified expression.

"No, we are leaving now," Ron said quickly, pushing Hermione towards door of the ward and down the hallway, away from Lavender. They we're almost in the safe zone when Rose picked up on the old nick name of her fathers.

"Won-Won! Won-Won!" she shouted, laughing and clapping her hands together.

"Bloody hell," Ron groaned, leading his wife faster down the hall. Hermione laughed hysterically at her daughters antics, until she had tears streaming down her face. She began to laugh harder when she glanced back and saw the woman, who was indeed Lavender Brown, glancing down the hallway in confusion.

Ron looked down at his wife, and couldn't help but to laugh himself. Many people stared at the family in confusion but shrugged it off. Finally, Ron, Hermione and Rose reached the doors and stepped outside of the passageway out into the streets of Muggle London to enjoy the rest of the evening.

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