Chapter 13 : Blood tests in Saint Mungo's
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Classes were going fairly well for me, though some first years were very restless. It was outside of class that things were more difficult, and not only because some seventh year boys wolf-whistled when I walked past them.
Oliver was putting on a show of flirting with the new Charms teacher, Clearwater. Penelope? I think that was her name. And as my mother used to say when I was younger and she thought I couldn't hear, Penelope, ça rime avec salope.
I was walking to my classroom on the day after Halloween, extremely flustered because I was late and hadn't slept enough the night before due to Grace being sick, when I crashed into someone as I passed a corner.
"Damn it," I shouted from the floor, pushing my hair out of my eyes, "can't you watch where you're going?"
"Sorry, here, let me help – oh."
"Good morning to you too, Wood," I replied frostily, refusing the hand he was offering to help me up, and stepping to the side so I could get around him.
"Not so fast," he caught me by the arm. "How's Grace?"
"Not now, I'm late," I struggled free from his grip.
"Willows, we've changed to winter time last night, you've still got an hour."
He laughed, loudly, the noise reverberating in the empty corridor around us. "You'll never change, will you?"
"Probably not," I conceded, smiling slightly.
"Good," Oliver declared, before hastily changing subjects. "Grace?"
"She was sick last night, but she's better now."
"Sick? How sick? Why didn't you come and ask me for help?"
"She had a bit of temperature and threw up once, but I gave her the necessary medication and put her to bed early, and she was fine this morning," I reassured him. "And I don't need your help, I've coped with this situation on my own before."
"Fine. I'll be seeing you around then."
I nodded, and we were both on our way.
"… each of you can now come and fetch a rubber ball from the table, and we'll see how well you manage to turn it into a plastic cup – come in?" A knock cut through the explanations I was giving my first years.
McGonagall appeared in the doorway. "Professor Willows, a word please."
"Of course. Enid, please keep an eye on the class while I'm away," I addressed one of my best students as I anxiously followed my ex-Transfiguration teacher of the room.
She closed the door behind me, her normally stern face one of concern and worry. "Kim, I've just received an emergency owl from Maya Rodriguez, who says your daughter was knocked out cold in the past hour and that she's been taken to Saint Mungo's emergency ward. I'll cover your class while you go and see her; you may use the fireplace in my office."
I stared at her in shock for a moment, before nodding and breaking into a run in the direction opposite to her office. I heard McGonagall's shouts of surprise behind me, but didn't have the time to answer, instead rushing down the stairs, through the main doors and down the path leading to the Quidditch pitch.
Oliver was supervising the Hufflepuff first years flight lesson, and did not notice me and I ran straight into him, almost making him fall over for the second time that day.
"What is it? Kim? What's going on?" He steadied me.
"Grace," I choked. "Saint Mungo's… Come with me, please."
"Get back down here, all of you," he immediately shouted to the children hovering over our heads. They landed, and he banished their brooms to their place with a flick of his wand. "Due to personal reasons, I have to leave. All of you will file out calmly to your next class, and if someone asks you why you're not with me, tell them my daughter has been taken to Saint Mungo's. Do not do anything stupid, have I made myself clear?"
They nodded meekly and scampered away, while I marched to the changing rooms, Oliver in tow.
"What happened?" he questioned, as I pointed my wand at the fireplace and conjured a roaring blaze.
"I don't know, Minerva told me Maya had owled her saying Grace had been taken to the emergency ward," I replied, tears streaming out of my eyes. "Where do you keep your fucking Floo powder in this place?"
Oliver passed me a handful of the powder, and moments later we stepped out of the fireplace of the Morgana ward, where a Healer ran towards us.
"Kim Willows and Oliver Wood, Grace Willows' parents," I immediately responded, regaining some control over my tears. "Where is she? Is she alright?"
"She's unconscious for now, but we think she'll be awake soon."
"Do you know what happened to her?"
"We're not sure, Miss Rodriguez wasn't able to tell us."
"Can we see Grace?" I implored.
"Not yet, I'm afraid. However, the waiting room is to your right."
I felt like screaming, but Oliver quietly steered me away from the Healer and into said waiting room, where I collapsed into his arms, shaking. He wordlessly wrapped his arms around me, pressing my body safely to his.
"Don't worry," he soothed. "She'll be fine, she's strong, you don't need to worry."
"It's my fault," I whispered against his shoulder, fresh tears coming to my eyes. "I should have stayed with her instead of thinking she was better."
"Stop beating yourself up," Oliver tightened his grasp around me fiercely. "You don't even know if both things are linked."
I hugged him back, wrapping my arms around his torso for comfort while I continued to soak his shirt, before being overcome by an extreme dizziness and blacking out in his arms.
"She's asleep, Grace."
"Because she was so scared for you she fainted."
"But daddy, I'm fine!"
"I know you are, pumpkin, but she didn't know that when she fainted."
"Can I give her a kiss?"
"If you don't wake her up, then yes."
"You also gave her a kiss before, on the mouth. It didn't wake her up."
"You're right, it didn't, so go ahead."
"Oliver?" I mumbled, his silhouette blurry through my half-open eyes. "Is Grace alright?"
"I'm right here, mum," she chirped. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," I whispered hoarsely. "What happened to you?"
"I picked up Auntie Maya's wand, and I went flying backwards into the wall."
"You did magic?"
"That's great, Grapes, but next time avoid injuring yourself, alright?"
"Yes, mum. I'll let you sleep now, the Healer said I had to take my potion once I came to see you."
There was the muted thud of a door closing, and then I felt rough fingertips press lightly against mine.
"Don't ever do that again," Oliver stated, his voice thick. "Ever."
"How long have I been out?"
"Several hours. You gave me the scare of my life, you idiot."
"What do you mean why?" Oliver sounded disbelieving.
"Why do you care so much about me?" I finally opened my eyes completely. Oliver's eyes were red, his hair a mess, and he looked exhausted.
"You are so, so stupid," he shook his head with a smile. "How can you ask me this question? Do you really wonder why I care?"
"I don't understand why you would. I keep rejecting you, I've been a complete bitch to you, I've lied, taken your daughter away, I…"
"I love you," Oliver said, so quietly I could have missed it. "You mean the world to me, so I care. Is that a good enough reason?"
"Kiwi, can you hear me?"
"Kim Bethany Willows!"
"What about Clearwater?" I blurted before I could stop myself.
"What about her?"
"Aren't you dating?"
"Of course not," he looked horrified by the thought. "How can you even ask that?"
"You've been flirting with her."
"Excuse me? When?"
"All the time. She keeps throwing her boobs in your face."
"Does she? I'll have to remember to look next time." He caught my glance. "I'm joking, Kiwi. I'm not remotely interested in Clearwater, she can't even distinguish a broomstick from a Quaffle, not to mention she's not at all my type. And you want to know another reason why I don't care about her?"
I shrugged, fiddling with a loose strand of the bed sheet.
"I don't care about her because she's not you," Oliver lifted my chin up gently so that I would look at him."
"When did you get so romantic?"
"Shut up," he swooped down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I'll let you rest now."
His hand was on the handle of the door when I took my decision.
He stared at me blankly for a moment, then realisation dawned on him and he smiled.
"Yes, you'll be my girlfriend?"
"I love you too, I think that's a good enough reason."
"It's about time you said it, after six bloody years."
"Screw my previous sentence, Oliver Wood, you're the most unromantic creature to have ever walked the face of the earth."
He laughed, walked up to me, and pressed his lips to mine. "You love me for it."
"Excuse me for interrupting this moment," a voice cheerfully rang out, "but I need to check on Miss Willows. Mr Wood, you're welcome to stay."
I grinned at the Mediwitch and stuck out my arm for her to sample my blood. Once the needle was full, she tapped it once with her wand, making it glow blue. The woman frowned briefly, before smiling again.
"I'm afraid this is going to require a few more tests, I'll have to ask you to stay here."
Oliver and I exchanged a glance as she walked out.
"What was that about?"
"No idea," I replied. "I don't see why there might be a problem."
We lapsed into silence, waiting for the Mediwitch to walk back in. She didn't.
"What are we going to do about our flats?" I asked after a quarter of an hour.
"Do you want to move in?"
"It seems too sudden," I replied after some thought. "And imagine if Grace walked in on us, or woke up to 'funny noises'…" I blushed at the perspective of having sex with Oliver so quickly after we had decided to give ourselves another chance.
He seemed to understand the rapid rush of blood to my cheeks. "Stop being embarrassed about it, we both know our relationship includes a lot of physical intimacy. And we both enjoy that part of it equally."
"Oliver," I hissed, with some amusement, "stop being blatantly obvious about our sex life!"
"Psh, there's no one here to listen…"
As if on cue, a Healer walked into the room at that precise moment.
"Miss Willows, Mr Wood," he greeted us. "I've got your blood results, Miss Willows. First of all, I'd like to say that everything is fine, and you should be able to leave as soon as I'll have examined your head."
He then proceeded to do so, made me follow the lit tip of his wand with my eyes, asked me a few simple questions, then smiled.
"Everything seems in order," he smiled. "However, I just have a question for you. When is the last time you had your period?"
"About a month ago, I think," I replied slowly, unsure of my answer. "Maybe a bit more, I've started a new job, my daughter's been sick several times, and these past weeks have been fairly stressful, why?"
"Ah," he nodded slowly. "I'm afraid your memory is playing tricks on you, seeing as your blood results show that you are two months pregnant."
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