"Shite." Hermione spoke aloud, a rush of nausea sweeping over her as she ran to the loo, spewing the contents of her dinner. Nothing, she couldn't keep down anything this last week. Every day like clockwork, she found herself headfirst in a toilet.
"Baby, are you okay?" Harry asked as he rushed to his wife's side, holding back her hair as she continued to vomit.
"Just peachy." She snared, wiping the corners of her mouth with her arm as she went to move off the cold, marble floor of their loo. Harry's eyes widened, the tone in her voice becoming, unlike the woman he had known for over a decade.
Hermione caught Harry's eye, a look of shock and hurt resting on his face at the sharpness of her words. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' She grabbed hold of his hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "You didn't deserve that. You were just trying to make sure I was alright, thank you." She gave him a small smile.
"When was the last time you saw Healer Moore?" Harry asked, leaning his hands against the countertop as Hermione turned on the faucet to brush her teeth.
"Last month, before we set off for our weekend getaway."
"Do you think this could be a side effect to the potions you've been taking? Hell, you take them four times a month."
"I don't think that's the case, otherwise I would have begun puking within the first month." She replied, placing her toothbrush back into its holder. "Would it make you feel better if I went ahead and scheduled an earlier appointment this month? To be sure that everything is alright?"
"Please." He nodded, stepping away from the counter. He grabbed her by the waist, gently pulling her against him as he placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
Hermione let out a hiss, her breasts aching as they pressed against his chest. "Breasts are still tender as well?"
"At the slightest touch." She confirmed, nodding her head.
"Make the appointment, I'll take the day off work and go with you."
"Sounds like a plan."
The following morning, she and Harry found themselves sitting in Healer Moore's examination room, waiting patiently for her to arrive. Hermione had stripped down to her knickers and placed the hospital gown over her as she sat upon the bed, her heart beating frantically.
Her thoughts drifted to the last time she sat in this office, to the day she found out there was a very high possibility she'd be unable to have children. 'No, I won't think about that, I can't.
Sensing her fears, Harry sat next to her on the examination bed, wrapping a comforting arm around her waist. "It's going to be okay. It has to be."
She sighed, resting her head against him, her body shaking with anxiety.
Ten minutes later, Healer Moore walked through the door, waving her hand at the Potters. "Harry, Hermione, good to see you. My receptionist told me you have some concerns regarding the fertility potions?"
"Well, I'm not sure if it's the potions exactly."Hermione began, Healer Moore listening intently as she took a seat on her rolling chair.
"Go on."
"Right, anyway, Over the last week I've been finding myself running to the loo, not being able to hold the contents down of anything aside from water. I'm getting terrible mood swings and my breasts are aching constantly."
Healer Moore's head perked up, her eyes full of awe. "Really?"
"Yes, Harry was afraid that it might be side effects to the fertility potions, but I assured him that couldn't be the case."
"I'd listen to your wife, Harry. It most certainly isn't side effects to the potions, although I have a feeling they have helped out in a way." Healer Moore chuckled.
Hermione turned her head at her husband, smirking at him as if she was saying I told you so. Harry rolled his eyes at his wife playfully, before turning his attention on the healer.
"What do you mean when you said, 'You have a feeling the potions helped out in a way.'"
"Ah, isn't it obvious Mr. Potter? Hermione is pregnant!"
Hermione stiffened, a breath caught in her throat as butterflies fluttered about in her stomach. Did she say what I think she did?
"You, you think I'm pregnant?" the words escaping her lips in a mere whisper.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, his grip tightening on his wife's waist, feeling serenity course through his body.
"I'm ninety-nine percent positive she's pregnant. I can perform a charm on her to confirm if you'd like? For reassurance?"
"Yes, please." Harry and Hermione spoke in unison. Healer Moore nodded her head, taking her wand out of her coat pocket.
"Alright. Harry, I'll need you to move off the examination table so Hermione can lay flat on her back while I cast the charm on her. You're more than welcome to take a place at her side."
Harry obliged, quickly getting up from the table and stood next to his wife's head. Hermione placed one hand flat by her side while extending her left hand out to her husband. He grabbed ahold of her hand, placing a kiss atop of it as he watched Healer Moore mutter a charm above his wife's abdomen. "Pregnicia Confirmus".
The trio watched as a glowing, teal light surrounded Hermione; a warming sensation traveling across her body.
As the light vanished, Harry and Hermione turned their attention to their healer once more, awaiting confirmation.
"Congratulations Mum and Dad, you are indeed pregnant. Six weeks and five days to be exact, due on the 28th of May." she told them, a wide smile appearing on her lips as her suspicions were confirmed. She watched as the mother-to-be counted back the days, a small squeal escaping her lips.
"Our Anniversary! Oh my god, Harry, we conceived on our anniversary!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands together before throwing herself at her husband.
"We're going to be parents, Baby... parents" He whispered in her ear, feeling as her body shook in his arms. "Hermione are you okay?"
"What? Y-yes I'm f-fine." She sobbed, wiping away her tears. "I just can't believe it. We're going to be parents! Oh, look I stained your shirt." She sobbed once more, trying to wipe away the stains she had left on her shirt.
"Hermione, love, it's okay. Don't worry about it." He told her as he smoothed out her hair, placing kisses on her cheek.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to blubber. Blast these damn hormones."
"Oh, they'll get more intense as your pregnancy continues, especially when it comes to twins."
Harry and Hermione snapped their heads towards Healer Moore, wondering if their eyes heard right.
"Twins?"
"Did you say, twins?"
"Oh, silly me. Yes, you're having twins! Which is understandable with the number of fertility potions you've been taking."
"Are you able to tell the sex of the babies yet?" Hermione questioned anxiously. Twins! They were having Twins!
"I have my suspicions, but from what I can gather based on the color of the light, they will be fraternal. However, I won't know the full sex of them until you're at least fifteen weeks."
"Fifteen weeks, got it." Hermione nodded happily.
"I will need to see you back in my office in approximately four weeks, November the Eighth for a follow-up and to do an ultrasound. Since you are pregnant with twins, Hermione you are at high risk for pregnancy, especially in your condition. So I will most likely need to see you twice a month until the babies are due. Also, please make sure to take it especially easy over the next four weeks, until your first trimester is over. No lifting heavy objects of any sort, that's what the Wingarduium Levisoa charm is for." She winked, as she made a duplicate copy of her notes and handed them to Hermione. "I am truly happy for the both of you."
"Thank you so much, Healer Moore."
"Please, call me Kelli. We are about to get even more personal with each other during your check-ups." She laughed. "Do the two of you have any questions for me?"
"Not at all. You, Hermione?"
"Not at the moment, no." She smiled, her heart soaring with happiness.
"Alrighty then, I shall let the two of you enjoy the rest of your day. I'm sure you have plenty of people to tell of the news. I'll make sure to alert the ministry of your pregnancy, Hermione." Kelli told them, opening the door to leave as the expecting parents took in the bliss of impending parenthood.
"Thank you," Hermione told her, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. No longer was the threat of being exiled out of the magical world looming above her head. All she gave a damn about was making it through the next eight months of her pregnancy and delivering two healthy, perfect children. She placed a hand over her abdomen, tears welling behind her eyes as she realized her dream of having Harry's children were finally beginning.
"What do you say we go to give your parents and Teddy the good news? I'm sure he's going to be ecstatic of having two new siblings."
"That sounds like a splendid idea, love."