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Chapter 5

Hermione found herself sitting in the waiting room, her fingers twisting awkwardly in her lap.

"Stop it," Harry said, placing his hand over hers.

The two of them were at a Muggle clinic, awaiting Hermione's turn. She had decided that she wanted to see a Muggle doctor for the remainder of her pregnancy. It was annoying going to St. Mungo's, where everyone knew who she was. She didn't get any privacy and she was sick and tired of the Prophet playing guess the daddy. It seemed every other day her name was in the paper, and it was rarely anything good.

"I'm nervous," she whispered.

Harry smiled at her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "You'll be fine." He kissed her temple. And I'm sure the baby is completely healthy too."

"I hope so," she said, rubbing the tiny bump. "There's just so much that could go wrong."

"Hermione, stop," Harry said, his voice more firm. "The more you stress, the worse it'll be, so please, for Merlin's sake, relax."

She closed her eyes, inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Andy told me to stop stressing so much too."

Harry grinned when he saw her face turn pink at the mention of Andromeda. "And she's right. But how is Andy? I know you went and visited her a few days ago."

Hermione smiled. "She's lovely, absolutely lovely. She's seen and done it all and is so helpful. She lets me change Teddy's diaper and help out with him for practice."

Harry smiled at her knowingly.

Hermione frowned. "No, Harry, there's nothing going on… despite how I feel."

"Does she know how you feel?"

She shrugged. "She knows I fancy girls… I don't know. I don't want to tell her and ruin our friendship."

"But you fancy her," Harry protested. "You should tell her."

"Don't say it like that! I'm just so confused, Harry," she whispered, the tears threatening to spill over.

"Hermione?" a nurse called from the doorway.

Her head shot up. "You coming?" she asked, turning to Harry.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, swinging his arm around her shoulder.

"Hi," she said, smiling at the nurse.

"Hermione? That's a beautiful name. Your parents must have really loved Shakespeare."

She blushed. "Yes, I suppose they did."

The nurse smiled. "Well, my name is Rose and I'll be your nurse for the remainder of your pregnancy. Do you know how far along you are?"

Hermione sat herself on the examination table. "A little over four months."

"Wondeful," Rose said. "You can sit in the chair right there," she said, motioning to Harry.

He nodded, sitting down.

"Are you the father?" Rose asked.

Harry shook his head. "Best friend."

Rose smiled. "Well, that's good. Getting prepared for when it's time to have your own."

Harry's face turned white. "We're not ready for that," he mumbled, mentally reminding himself that he needed to discuss that with Ginny.

"Well, let me just measure your belly and then we can get onto the exciting stuff," Rose said, smiling. She messaged the bump, Hermione's height and weight, and then asked a few questions about her sleep and diet habits. Rose furiously scribbled the answers down on her papers. "Well, it's time to figure out the gender. Is that something you're interested in? Because if not, we don't have to do it."

She bit her lip. "I want to know."

Rose beamed. "Wonderful. If you could lie back, then pull your shirt up a bit," Rose said, patting the area where her head would lay.

Hermione did as she was told. Her heart was racing crazily in her chest.

"Now I'm just going to spread this jelly on your stomach. It's going to feel cold," she explained before doing it.

Hermione immediately shivered. "That is cold," she said, looking at her arms. She laughed a bit when she saw all the tiny hairs sticking up.

Rose got the ultrasound machine and placed it on Hermione's stomach. She moved it around a bit before pointing to the monitor. "There's your baby," she said, smiling. It was clear to them that Rose really loved her job.

"Hermione, look!" Harry said, standing to get a better view.

And she did look. She looked at her baby's fingers and toes, its' head… baby was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

And in that moment, Hermione knew she did the right thing. She was meant to have this baby, even if its conception was not desirable. She already loved the baby with all of her heart.

"So would you like to know the gender?"

Hermione nodded, not tearing her eyes away from the screen.

Rose moved the machine around. "Ah, there it is."

"What?" Harry asked, peering at the screen.

"It's a girl," Rose said, smiling at Hermione.

"A girl?" she whispered.

Rose nodded. "A beautiful baby girl and she looks and sounds completely healthy."

Hermione felt her heart stop. She was going to have a baby girl. A girl… a beautiful little girl. She felt the tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Hermione," Harry whispered, hugging her.

She was now crying now. "I'm going to have a baby girl!"

Rose smiled. "Yeah, you are. Now we can do your next appointment in a month and a half, just to make sure things are progressing all right."

Hermione nodded. "That would be lovely, thanks."

Rose beamed. "Here are some towels to clean up. I'll leave you both alone." She reached forward, shaking each of their hands. "It was nice to meet you both."

"Thanks, Rose," Hermione said, giving the nurse a smile.

Harry and Hermione made their way back to Grimmauld Place. Ron and Ginny were there.

"How'd it go?" Ginny asked, her eyes wide.

"I'm having a girl," Hermione said, resting her hand on her stomach.

"A girl? Blimey Hermione, congratulations!" Ron said, standing up to hug her.

"Thanks, guys, but I've got to owl Andy and let her know," Hermione said, excusing herself from the others. She was shaking with excitement as she quickly scribbled a letter.

Andy,

Things went perfect today. I'm having a girl, and she's perfectly healthy! Just had to share the news!

Love, Hermione.

She quickly attached the letter to Hermes, her tawny brown owl, and watched as he flew off.

Hermione smiled to herself, rubbing her stomach once more. "A little girl," she said. "Mommy loves you baby."

Things were definitely looking up for her.