Author's note: I got inspiration for this story randomly, and I hope that you all will like it!
Hermione doubled over in pain in her sleep. She felt her dinner start to creep back up her throat, she threw off her covers in one motion, the air chilling her as she ran full speed to the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet and lost her dinner, her lunch, and probably everything she had eaten that was still in her from the past day.
She closed her eyes as her stomach settled, and she leaned her forehead against the cool wall to rest. She heard a creak in the doorway, she looked over and saw Mrs. Weasley standing there with a very concerned look on her face.
Hermione realized how weird this must look, to hear noises in the night, only to go to the bathroom to find a girl collapsed onto the floor and puking in their toilet. That's a nice thing to wake up to. Hermione smiled weakly under Mrs. Weasley's gaze, "I just didn't feel that well…maybe I'm getting the flu…" she said.
Mrs. Weasley didn't buy it, she knew for a fact this was the third night in a row that Hermione had woken up in the middle of the night to vomit. She was starting to see a pattern…she shook her head Hermione would never do anything like that, Mrs. Weasley finished her own thoughts and nonetheless bustled to ask Hermione what she would want for a midnight snack.
She wasn't at all surprised when Hermione denied it, just like the nights before, "But you must get something in your stomach, or you will starve!" she insisted, and Hermione would always agree, and go eat, but this time she didn't. "I'm sick of puking! I don't want anything in my stomach to puke up, thanks, but I think I'll just go back to bed." And with that Hermione went to sleep again, awaiting the morning.
That morning Mrs. Weasley insisted on bringing Hermione to St. Mungo's to be checked out, she wouldn't take any chances. So Hermione found herself sitting in the waiting room, reading a magazine, she absent-mindedly thumbed through some of the old magazines that had probably been there from before she was born.
That's when she heard her name, the nurse called it out and she walked into the room, walking past the receptionists table, she saw a nurse eating her lunch, Hermione found herself getting a random but extreme urge for cottage cheese and watermelon, her mouth watered at the thought of this strange food combination.
She walked past all of the pictures, following the nurse, she turned into her room, the soft waiting chairs looked appealing but she knew she had to sit on the stiff, paper-covered and crinkly table. She sat down while the nurse asked her questions.
"Do you have any allergies?"
"Nope."
"Did you take any medicine today?"
"None."
"Why are you here?"
"I keep puking and getting random cravings,"
At that point the nurse looked at Hermione incredulously as if she had just said that the sky was purple, and yellow most days. "The doctor will be in here shortly," and with that, the nurse turned on her heel and walked briskly in the other direction, but Hermione could have sworn the nurse looked back with pity.
Hermione watched the clock, it ticked by very slowly, she felt herself dosing off while she sat there waiting, her head drooped and she jumped when the door finally opened. A man in a bright white lab coat carrying a clipboard and a stethoscope around his neck walked in, shook her hand and read the sheet.
He gave Hermione the same look the nurse did, Hermione was impatient by then, and just asked what was wrong with her. "Are you sexually active?" he asked her, and she was taken aback, "No, I'm a virgin…" she said strongly, and he raised his eyebrows, and he said, "Well, not saying I don't believe you, but looking at this list of your symptoms it looks like your pregnant, but we will run a simple test to check."
Hermione felt like rolling her eyes she didn't believe this guy! He didn't believe her, of course she was a virgin, he handed her a pregnancy test, and basically told her to go pee on the stick in the bathroom, but of course in more medically related terms. She smiled at the fact that they used Muggle looking tests.
After she had to ask three nurses directions to the bathroom, she took the test and came out of the bathroom, holding it and shaking the test, waiting for it to mature and her be able to wave the big fat negative in the doctor's face. She sat down and he came back in, he took the test from her and clicked the button, "It should be done,"
She watched his facial expression, it didn't look like one of apology, "Congratulations, Ms. Granger, your pregnant!" Hermione almost fell off her chair. "WHAT?! I'm still a virgin!" the doctor looked skeptical, "According to this highly advanced technology, you are, maybe your subconscious wiped the memory from you, did anyone perform dangerous spells near you? You could've been hit in the head and cause mental damage."
"First things first, we have to perform some simple spells to insure the health of your unborn child, it seems that you are about two months into the pregnancy." He placed his left hand on Hermione's stomach, and held his wand in his right, muttering some spells Hermione's stomach had a warm tingling sensation fill it, and he nodded.
Hermione closed her eyes, maybe this was all a dream, all a horrible, horrible dream, and if she tried hard enough, she could wake up. She opened her eyes, she was still there. She was pregnant! She had never been so confused, how? She tried hard to think back at specific points in the past few months, but she couldn't remember. She had blackouts everywhere.
She had the horrifying thought at that moment that maybe she had been raped, and the rapist just put a spell on her to forget his name! The doctor had left now, having given her tons of pamphlets about teen pregnancy and how to take care of magical children, etcetera.
The door swung open violently and Mrs. Weasley ran through, "Oh honey! I heard, its going to be all right! I suspected that you might be…but I didn't think…anyways…who is the father dear?" she said it all so fast that Hermione's eyes welded up with tears, "I don't know okay!" she burst out, shocking Mrs. Weasley.
"I don't remember ever having sex, the doctor checked me, I'm pregnant he checked using three tests…THREE! They were all positive…I can't remember bits and pieces from the past few months….what if something bad happened to me? Why don't I remember?" Hermione was hysterical by now, screaming and ranting to herself as much as Mrs. Weasley.
"How am I going to tell my parents? How can I tell anyone? Oh god how can I tell Harry and Ron?!" Mrs. Weasley held Hermione in her arms. She couldn't believe this was happening, Hermione is only a baby herself! Barely seventeen! Mrs. Weasley had been through many births herself, she was convinced she would help Hermione.
Mrs. Weasley talked the whole way from the doctor's office, to the fireplace, to the house, they flooed home to get there in time for lunch. Hermione was starving, she felt numb about all of this, she was so in shock she didn't notice the strange looks Mrs. Weasley kept giving her during dinner.
She looked around the table, she sat in-between Harry and Ron, she was confused, someone was missing. She counted again and tried to figure it out, she thought in her head, there's Charlie, and Ron, then me, then Harry, then George, then Mr. Weasley, then- wait! That was it, Fred was missing! "Hey where is Fred?" Hermione asked as looks of hurt were on everyone's faces.
"Hermione…how could you forget?! Fred was killed in the war…remember?" Hermione's heart burned, she remembered now, tears stung at her eyes, they came much easier lately. "I am so…so…sorry," she said. This seemed like a good…ok no time was good but a decent time since everyone was already depressed to share her news.
"I'm pregnant…" She said loudly. Everyone kept talking and eating, passing food around and exchanging jokes. In a louder and clearer tone she said, "I'm pregnant!" the whole room went silent. Everyone was staring at her with their mouths open, watching her with wide eyes.
A loud clatter fell in the room, George was so surprised that he dropped the plate he was handing to his father. Everyone looked surprised and confused, only George looked completely horrified, she could never find out what he knew…
Author's note: please review everyone! It really inspires me to update, hugs and kisses
Rachel