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Two blue lines. That couldn’t be right. Of course, after four tests, you’d think one would have been correct. Hermione stared down at the muggle pregnancy tests wondering if there was another explanation other than the one currently staring her in the face. It wasn’t that she’d never wanted children, but for one she wasn’t in a relationship, two she’d only had sex once in the last three years approximately two months ago, and three she’d specifically been told at twenty that she would never, ever be able to get pregnant.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that she’d spent the last several weeks throwing up day and night, while her breasts had felt as though anything touching them was a specific curse designed to torture her, she’d never have thought of checking. Evidently, however, one incredible fuck in her office at a ministry function and here she was carrying the child of the man who must indeed have the world’s strongest sperm.
Hermione sighed and decided the only way she could be absolutely sure was to be seen by a healer. She’d sent a note to the ministry that morning informing them she’d be absent for the day. Getting ready to leave her flat, she decided to bring coffee to Audrey Weasley, her friend and the wife of Percy Weasley. Sure, she could have made an appointment, but what was the point of knowing the head of women’s services at St. Mungo’s if you couldn’t go and beg them to find any other explanation than pregnancy for four positive pregnancy tests?
An hour later, she strolled into the office of Healer Weasley and set a large cup of coffee on the woman’s desk. The blonde smiled up at Hermione and her blue eyes, always so cheerful and bright, took in her friend.
“Good morning, Hermione. You look positively dreadful. Thanks for the coffee. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
With a snort of laughter, Hermione dropped down into the chair across the desk from the healer and said, “I need your help. However, first I need your word that everything including the coffee I brought you will remain confidential. Is that possible?”
“I swear to you that I won’t reveal anything about your visit today. If you’d like I can even take a wand oath. However, I am worried now. What can I do for you?” asked Audrey.
Hermione chewed her bottom lip for a moment before reaching into her purse and pulling out a clear plastic bag containing the four positive pregnancy tests.
“For the past three weeks I’ve had nausea and vomiting every day, I’m exhausted, and my breasts hurt. This morning I decided to take a pregnancy test, but it was positive, so I took three more. As you can see, they also show positive. You know as well as I do that this isn’t possible, so what’s wrong with me?”
Audrey considered Hermione for a moment before locking and warding her office door. She led Hermione into the next room where an exam table with a white sheet sat ready for a patient.
“Undress and climb on the table please. I’ll give you a moment to cover yourself with a sheet, but I need you completely unclothed”, instructed the healer. Once Hermione was naked under the sheet, she called out and Audrey reentered the room. “I’m going to do some diagnostic spells, then we’ll talk.”
With a flick of her wand, Healer Weasley had some runes of various colors floating over Hermione’s body. After she waved away her first results, she tapped her wand to Hermione’s lower abdomen, where a mist of pink surrounded by a faint grey floated up appearing to beat like a heart, only faster. Finally, the healer placed her hands just above the bed and moved them around as if feeling for something only she could see. With a smile she then looked at Hermione.
“I’ve figured out what is causing all your symptoms. You are approximately eight weeks pregnant. The fetus is healthy and strong, and your body is responding beautifully to the pregnancy. Would you care to know the gender?”
Struggling to sit up, Hermione stared at her friend. “How is that possible? You know what happened to me. In fact, you’ve examined me yourself, so you know this is impossible.”
“Sometimes the body has its own magic. In approximately seven months, you’ll be the mother of a little girl. That is if you want to be. Obviously, it’s early enough that if you want to discuss options we can. You don’t have to tell me, but it might help me answer some of your questions if you did, and I promise I’ll never reveal anything to another living soul, but who is the father?” asked Audrey.
Letting her hand drift down to her lower abdomen in wonder, Hermione took a deep breath before answering, “Severus Snape.”