Chapter 2 : St. Mungos
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“Come in,” Hermione pushed opened the door and smiled at the Healer who sat at her desk. She had pale blue eyes and brown hair that was all tied up in a bun at the top of her head. “Hello Ms Granger, take a seat.”
“Please, call me Hermione,” she told the healer as she sat in front of her desk. The healer nodded before checking her notes.
“Ok, so you're here for a quick check up and too find out how far along you are. Well if you want to just hop up onto the bed and I’ll take a look,” Hermione stood up and made her way over to the bed, healer Greyweed followed her.
“So I'm just going to run a couple of routine tests, nothing to worry about,” Hermione nodded and watched as the Healer started using her wand to perform spells on her, she was running her wand along Hermione's stomach. After a few minutes she was finished and smiled kindly at her. “I’ll just go find out what these say I’ll be back in a minute, ok?” Hermione nodded as she watched the healer walk out of the door. She didn't know what to expect, this whole thing was completely new to her and she wished she knew more. Maybe a trip to the library was in order. The door opened and healer Greyweed walked back in.
“Well you'll be glad to know that everything seems fine but you're only about four weeks gone so more detailed test will need to be run. You'll be sent an owl for your next appointment when you're about twelve weeks gone, any questions?” Hermione shook her head before thanking the healer. She closed the door behind her before walking out of the department, out of St.Mungos and into a deserted alley way before disapparating home.
Hermione had just fallen asleep on the settee when the door bell rang. Looking at the clock she frowned, it was only eight. Reluctantly she moved off the sofa and went to open the door. She had a feeling who it was and it turned out she was right; it was Ron.
“Hey babe,” he greeted her as she walked back into the living room and lay back down on the settee.
“Hey there,” she lifted up her feet and he sat down, her feet on top of his legs.
“So what happened today, at the hospital?” He asked Hermione as she closed her eyes and started falling back to sleep.
“Nothing much, em, I'm four weeks gone and they'll send an owl with the date of my next appointment which will be when I'm about twelve weeks.”
“Which I'll be there for.” Hermione just rolled her eyes, he was still convinced he should have gone today but she didn't want an argument so she kept her mouth shut. “Oh, I haven't told have I? I'm going to start Auror training in the summer,” Ron told her, a smile on his face.
“That's great, but I thought you weren't starting until next year?” Hermione asked, he had told her that he was going to do it when he was around twenty, twenty one because that way he should have enough money for when he did the two year training.
“I don't see the point in waiting, you don't mind do you?” He asked her, the smile slowly fading from his face.
“Course I don't, I think it's great,” She smiled at him, “what does George think of you going to do training?”
“I haven't told him yet, you're the first person I've told but he'll be fine,” He shrugged and gently moved her legs off him so he could stand up. “Drink, you want one?” He answered the question before she even asked and she shook her head before closing her eyes again. She must have fell asleep because when she woke up she was lying in her bed with Ron beside her, the clock read one. Getting out of bed she changed out of her clothes into a pair of short pajama bottoms and a vest top before getting herself a drink and climbing back into bed. It was mid- July and Hermione was boiling, she couldn't get comfy. Turning over the pillow she closed her eyes and it was about half an hour later before she felt herself drifting back off to sleep.
Morning came and Hermione woke just as Ron finished getting dressed.
“Morning babe, you sleep ok?” Ron asked her as he saw her open her eyes. She nodded before sitting up, running her fingers through her hair. The heat did nothing to help the volume of her hair, she hated it normally. “Well I'm off, I'll be a bit later tonight because I'm going to go to the ministry to put my name down for the Auror training and I'll probably stay to talk a bit with Harry,”
“Well here, take these in case I'm asleep” she stood up and walked over to a little pot she had on the mirror stand that held a spare pair of house keys. “ Oh, and would you not tell anyone about me being pregnant, not yet anyway,” She was giving him a key because only she could disparate inside her home, a security measure she had added when she moved in. She walked over to him and dropped them in his hand. “Don't lose them, please,” He laughed before putting them into his pocket.
“I won’t tell anyone but have a bit of faith in me, I'm not completely useless,” She would have thought he was being serious if he hadn't laughed before hand. Kissing him goodbye she watched him disparate before getting ready herself and disapparating to the ministry where she was at work until six
After work she headed to a book store, she was going to go to the library but she didn't know how long she would need the book for. Searching the shelves she found the section on pregnancy and babies and was overwhelmed with the amount of books there. After staring at the books for about five minutes she just picked on up at random. Reading the blurb to see if it was what she needed she took it to the till to pay for. Walking into an alley she disapparated home where she walked straight into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water before curling up on the settee and reading the pregnancy book.
Ron stood outside Hermione's flat searching his pocket for the key. He couldn't believe he had lost it, he had had it for less then twenty-four hours. Finally he felt something in his pocket and pulled out the key. Smiling to himself he opened the door and slipped inside before locking it. A simple spell would have got him inside but Hermione had put up spells to stop anyone gaining entry in that way. He tried to tiptoe along the hall and stuck his head around the bedroom door expecting to see Hermione, it was just gone twelve; he had stayed with Harry for a bit longer then he had originally planned too. The bed was empty. Closing the door he wandered into the living room and shook his head at the sight that lay before him. Hermione was asleep on the settee, she was sat up with her head dropped forward and her knees curled underneath her. Her hands were resting on an open book that was falling forward onto the floor. Smiling to himself, he moved the book from her lap and placed it on the settee next to her. This reminded him of more then one occasion where he had walked into the Gryffindor common room late at night and found Hermione asleep with a book, however then it had been a spell book or something for homework not a pregnancy book.
“Sshh, its ok go back to sleep,” He whispered as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She stirred but didn't wake as he pulled back the covers and placed her into the bed. Ron got changed into a pair of shorts before climbing into the other side and falling straight asleep.
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