I shifted my weight from foot to foot, nervously. I'd been waiting for ten minutes, impatiently I might add. I was worried someone might see my standing outside the hospital wing, and put two and two together. Every now and then footsteps echoed further along the corridor, but nobody appeared. It seemed no-one had injuries this early on in the term. It made sense really, as Quidditch practices hadn't started yet.

My thoughts were interrupted by heavy footsteps, nearby. I glanced over to the stairs nervously, but was relieved when Fred's messy mop of hair appeared. He sprinted along the corridor, red in the face, but grinning anyway. It seemed he was never in a bad mood.

'I'm so sorry I'm late, Hermione.' Fred apologized, between pants. 'But I got detention.'

'It's fine, don't worry.' I reassured him. 'You're only a few minutes late. I haven't been waiting long anyway.' I lied, trying to smile. But the butterflies in my stomach were overwhelming me, and I looked to the ground.

'Ok, cool then let's go in.' Fred smiled, reaching for my hand. I laced my fingers through his, and waited as he knocked the door, before following him through the door leading into the hospital wing.
He didn't seem to sense my nerves, he seemed pretty excited, and didn't seem to notice the face I pulled as the stench of disinfectant hit us. It was churning my stomach violently, it had never happened before then, but they say pregnancy makes your body act differently.

The room was totally empty. But, Madam Pomfrey was busy writing at her desk. Papers covered most of it, all in neat high piles, with a few quills sticking out from between various pieces of paper. Her glasses were perched on the end of her nose, and her grey hair was falling from its place on top of her head. Her face looked more aged and tired since last term, but then again, the war had taken its toll on everyone.

Fred cleared his throat loudly, and the nurse looked up.

'Ah Hermione, it's wonderful to see you.' She called out. 'I'll be with you in just a minute. Please, make yourself comfortable, on one of the beds!'

She then disappeared into a large cupboard behind her desk.

Meanwhile, I made my way over to the closest bed and climbed onto it. As I lay down, I smoothed out my robes, being careful not to crease them. Fred smiled at me, as he sat down beside the bed on a green plastic chair.

Madam Pomfrey suddenly reappeared, holding a rolled up white sheet of what looked like silk, and also a small vial of deep purple potion.

'Thank you so much for doing this.' I smiled at her.

'No trouble at all, but I was a little surprised, when I saw got your owl.' she mused. But don't panic, I've been a midwife, to plenty of girls.' She assured me.

'Really?' I asked, surprised.

'Oh yes.' She replied. 'Only two days ago, I had to carry out an abortion for one girl.'

'Really?' I asked, shocked. I could never abort my baby, but I wouldn't put it past some of the other girls at Hogwarts.

'Yes, although I don't approve of it. But, I have to carry out any procedures if they have been approved by the head of house.' She explained. 'Providing they are legal, of course.'

I nodded, deep in thought over who it could be. Probably one of the older girls.

'So, shall we get on with it?' Madam Pomfrey asked, with a slight tone of force.

I could tell she was trying hard to be kind, but she wasn't used to it. Usually she was strict with the students, as they'd try to protest about taking potions or complain about staying in bed and missing Quidditch matches.

So I tried my best to make it easy for her, by nodding quickly, and confidently saying 'Yes.'

Madam Pomfrey handed me the vial of murky purple potion. I hadn't noticed before, but my hands were shaking uncontrollably. So, when she handed me the potion but I couldn't get it too my lips due to the bottle shaking do much. Instead, Fred took it out of my hands and held it too my lips, rolling his eyes playfully.

'Drama queen.' he muttered.

I smiled, relaxing slightly.

I cautiously sipped a bit of it, but it wasn't too bad, so I downed the rest of the bottle. It tasted like mints, with a hint of lemon.

After a few seconds I felt my stomach get cold, and I clutched at it in shock. Fred gently moved my hands away, and Madam Pomfrey ordered me too lift up my shirt. I did as I was told, and then I felt Madam Pomfrey's wand on my stomach, she moved it around a lot and then stopped suddenly.

Then with a flick of her wrist she unrolled the silk, it suspended itself in midair and slowly little black lines began to spread across the paper, forming some sort of picture. When they stopped moving, I slid up the bed a little and stared at the screen.

There on the screen there was a sonogram of a baby, my baby, our baby.

I felt tears begin to build up in my eyes and glanced up at Fred who was smiling proudly.

He looked down at me, and grinned. I gave a watery smile in return, and turned back to the sonogram.

Madam Pomfrey suddenly spoke.

'Everything is fine, your baby is healthy. You won't need another scan for another 2 months, that's when we'll know the gender' she explained, as the picture disappeared.

I nodded absentmindedly, and pulled my top down, wishing I could see the baby again. But instead, I rose to my feet, and thanked Madam Pomfrey.

She handed me a photo of the scan, and then hustled us out. Slowly we made our way back to the dormitories, both grinning like Cheshire cats, and both deep in thought, on what gender it would be.