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Sickness
Pansy was tired.
More specifically she was tired of being sick and tired.
Ron had been so sweet about holding her hair as she heaved morning, noon, and night. There had been a particularly nasty bug circulating Hogwarts over the course of the last two weeks and Pansy just had to come down with it during the stress that followed Smith's last attack and Minister's questioning. The only thing was that Ron had only had to suffer with it for a few days but she was going on nearly a week of it.
Finally fed up with being sick and tired as well as Ron's nagging, she made her way to the infirmary with Ron was in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
She quickly and quietly slipped past Ginny who was chatting animatedly with Hermione; she wanted to say thanks to Hermione and talk to her but at the moment, she just wasn't up to it. Pansy just wanted to see Madame Pomfrey, swallow some of that Pepper-Up potion she hated and go back to her room.
Keeping her he head down, she made her way through the throng of students leaving Madame Pomfrey's office with the tale-tell signs of that blasted Pepper-Up potion.
"You too Mrs. Weasley?" Madame Pomfrey said cheerfully; too cheerfully for Pansy's liking as the woman sent away what looked like a first year student.
"Unfortunately," she sighed. "Ron had it but it went away while mine keeps dragging on."
"How long have you been sick?"
Pansy didn't like the concern look on Madame Pomfrey's face; it frankly made her nervous having been around the woman constantly after the initial attack. Looking down at her feet, she sheepishly admitted, "Going on a week."
"How long Mrs. Weasley?"
Sighing, she finally admitted the truth to herself out loud, "A little over a week."
"And you are just now coming to see me?"
"I know," Pansy replied, fully chastised and still more interested in her feet than Madame Pomfrey.
"Well have a seat. You have something else then what's been going on."
Pansy groaned but complied; because anything would be better than vomiting and nauseated all hours of the day. Hating to actually watch diagnostic spells, she closed her eyes and leaned back to wait for Madame Pomfrey to tell her what was wrong and still pour Pepper-Up potion down her throat.
She did not however, expect to hear Madame Pomfrey gasp. Instinctively, her eyes shot open as she brought herself up on her elbows.
It didn't take an idiot to recognize what the scan diagnosed was wrong with her. In fact there was nothing wrong with her - she was pregnant.
So Pansy did what any normal witch would do in her situation: she fainted.