Magical Charm

By: Dragon's That Fly

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Chapter: Ten

Title: Junior!

Rating: M

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Disclaimer: I only own: Carolina (Carrie) Riddle; Michele Merrill; Isobel Jameson; the plot; and other unrecognizable characters from the world Harry Potter.

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Author's Note: Tell me what you think, please.

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For the last week I'd been, violently, sick; with stomach flu – well … that's what I thought. Michele had made me stay in bed, for the last four days; and insisted on waiting on me, hand and foot; and said that if I was not better by Friday, I was going to the infirmary. I'd whined, and bitched, about it; but then finally consented for this pleading.

25th of June '09

Today was Friday; and the, strange bout of, stomach flu hadn't stopped. I padded through to the bathroom; and emptied out last night's dinner. "Babe?"

"You don't need to see this."

"C'mon, my love. Let me in. Please."

"Michele -"

"No. Please."

"Fine." I flicked my wand; and sat down on the toilet seat. "In the top drawer of the dresser, Michele, there's a box of – of tampons; bring them to me."

"Ok."

"Thanks." Something in the back of my mind had been nagging me to look for the box, for days; but I had dismissed it. He bought the box; and I stood up, slowly. Full. Brand new.

"My love?"

Nothing.

"Sweetheart?"

Nothing.

"Babe?"

"I need to see Madam Pomfrey; it's urgent."

"Alright, my love."

"I'm going to shower."

"Do you -"

"Make me a cup of tea, please." I smiled.

"Alright, babe. I love you."

"And I love you."

I flicked the door closed, behind him; and walked to the basin. I washed my face, trying to relax myself; and showered, soothingly, rejuvenating the pours of my skin.

I walked into the bedroom – finding it deserted. I sat down at the dressing table. I dotted, then smoothed, eye-crème, under my eyes; and face-crème, on my face. I smoothed, liquid, foundation on. Then, methodically, lined my eyes with liner; and coated my lashes with mascara. With a, soft, pink lip. Leaving my hair loose, over my shoulders, with a middle parting.

I dressed, in: an Alexander McQueen pleated fine-jersey dress; and Bernardo links leather and chain T-bar dark-brown (almost black) sandals.

The Infirmary

"Carrie dear, how wonderful it is to see you; though Michele sounded worried."

"I've had stomach flu, for a week, ma'am."

"Oh? Where is Michele, now?"

"With No, and Toni, ma'am."

"Of course. Come sit, dear. Now, tell me from the beginning. Symptoms?"

"Nausea. Vomiting. Cravings -"

"Cravings?"

"Yes. I've been craving peanut butter, ma'am."

"Now, Carrie, I've told you, it's Poppy."

"Sorry." I blushed.

"Peanut butter you say?"

"And chicken."

"Carrie…" she paused, "You and Michele are in a steady relationship, right?"

"Yes, Poppy."

"And you're … quite intimate?"

"Yes."

"Safely?"

"No, Poppy."

"I should run the test then, my dear; you needn't be worried. A child is a gift, Carrie; and you will be an exceptional mother."

"I know. I just don't want people to think me a bad person for sleeping with a man that has children, practically, my age."

"People opinions have little value, dear; you are strong, and you will persevere."

"Thank you."

"Well, my dear, the test came back positive; so you are indeed a mother, my dear, and Michele is, definitely, the father. Congratulations."

"Thank you, Poppy, so much. I should go find him; and tell them all."

"Yes, dear. Congrats, dear."

"Thank you, again."

Defence classroom

I found the three Merrill's chatting, softly; and I smiled. "Well … he good news is that I don't have stomach flu; but … I'm pregnant." I was waiting for some sort outburst.

"Carrie!" Both boys looked at me, in, absolute, awe; and I smiled. "Dad!" Toni, slowly, came to me; and, gently, placed his hand on my belly.

"Hi in there; I'm your brother, I'm Toni."