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From Nightmares To Sweet Dreams by CadenceWeasley
Chapter 31 : The News
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Three weeks had passed since that day. George and Hermione hadn’t fought; they even spent a few days at the Burrow with all the Weasleys’. They were having the relationship that both of them wanted and deserved. This was the longest they had been this happy in a long time and both of them loved every second of it. They had even gone out on a few dates, feeling amazing about making their relationship completely public. They spent their days talking and laughing and most of their nights making sweet love.  But this week had started on a bad note, Hermione was in bed sick. George had stayed by her side, giving her water and small amounts of food, just to see it reappear again within a few hours. Hermione had been like this all week. George was starting to worry. He could currently hear Hermione empty her stomach’s contents in the bathroom. He was waiting outside the door so that he could help her back into bed.

“Hermione, I think you should go see a Healer.” George said sternly, knowing how stubborn Hermione is.

“I’m fine.” She muttered.                                                                                                                            

“Please, at least go for me. I’m worried about you.” Hermione furrowed her brow, thinking about what he had said. She hated to see him worry, especially about her. As much as she didn’t want to go, she would go for George. Even though she was sure she was fine and that this sickness would pass soon.

“Alright, I’ll go tomorrow morning.” Hermione agreed stubbornly. That night George was wide awake, holding her close, and worrying while Hermione slept curled up in his arms.

The next morning George helped Hermione dress and cooked her a bit of breakfast that she barely ate. They left for St. Mungo’s. Once there, Hermione was instructed to fill out some paper work. After a several minutes, Hermione’s name was called by a young looking male Healer. George stood to follow her.

“Are you family?” The Healer asked George.

“No, she’s my girlfriend.” George told him.

“Only family members are allowed back with patients.” The Healer said matter-of-factly.  George looked at Hermione worriedly. She squeezed his hand.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll be out before you know it.” Hermione reassured him with a smile. George watched as Hermione disappeared through the door with the Healer. George sat down again and fiddled with his thumbs. He kept checking the clock, 10 minutes had passed already. He couldn’t stand to see Hermione sick, her skin had paled and she had become weak. Surely it was just a stomach bug, right? George had gotten himself all worked up, and it would be nothing but the stomach flu or food poisoning. The Healer would give Hermione some potions to drink and she would be perfectly fine in a few days, he was sure of it. But suddenly 10 minutes turned into 45 and soon an hour had passed. Just as George was about to start worrying again, Hermione walked through the door with the Healer again. George jumped out of the chair and rushed over to them.

“Everything alright?” George asked anxiously. Hermione just glared at him, wide-eyed.

“Everything is fine.” The Healer stated.

“So, what’s wrong? The stomach flu? Food poisoning?” George asked. The Healer gave him a look of uneasiness.

“I think you and Miss Granger should discuss it at home.” Was all the Healer said before nodding to both of them and walking back through the door.

“Mione, is it that bad?” George asked, taking her hand.

“We’ll talk about it at home.” Hermione said through tight lips. George could tell that he shouldn’t press the subject any further. He just wrapped his arm around her waist and apperated them to the flat. He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Their feet landed solidly on the wood floor of the flat. Hermione immediately stepped away from George and started pacing. George stood there, his feet planted in the floor. He’d never seen Hermione this anxious. He watched her walk back and forth for a few minutes before he found his voice to speak again.

“Hermione, just tell me. Whatever it is, we can get through it. I’ll take care of you, you know that, right?” George said, causing Hermione to stop pacing and look at him with serious eyes.

“Do you mean that? Do you promise not to leave?” Hermione questioned sternly, like her life depended on his answer.

“Of course, love. It’s me and you, always. I mean it can’t be that bad, right?” George said taking her hand. She looked at him again and took a deep breath.

“George, I’m pregnant.” She whispered.

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