Author’s Note:

Before I let you read, I will like to say that the beta who looked over this story is no longer able to do so. Which leads me to ask that I would really love to have a beta reader for this fic. If anyone would be willing to beta for me please, please, please PM. Thanks.

Chapter Six
The (infamous) Morning Sickness

I dropped myself onto the floor, my breathing slowing down to its normal pace.

As I sat on my legs, I could sense the coldness of the ground seeping through my stockings. The scent of the bile still lingered around me.

It has started.

This could only be known as the infamous morning sickness.

Only, it had to happen fifteen minutes before my Potions class.

Sighing, I pulled my legs out from beneath me, finally leaning against the cold wall.

I should have known something like this would happen, after all, I have never been sickened by the smell of food. Yet I went along with Daphne and Tracey, met with Jade and began pilling my food. Right before Jade started her usual conversation I felt a feeling at the pit of my stomach, followed by a bitter taste on the back of my throat. That was the signal. Amidst the startled looks from them and those around us, I ran for the nearest lavatory.

Puking out your stomach is not the best way to start your day, much so when you have a potion class to attend in fifteen minutes. Don't I just have the best luck?

"Um, are you all right?"

I turned toward the opening of the stall. As I was in a big hurry to get to the toilet, I had not bothered closing the stall’s door behind me. If someone wanted to stare while I puked, so be it. Then again, they have to be a very special person if they did that.

The person who was standing there was the last person I expected to see.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere studying, Granger?" I asked, pulling my legs up to my chest. Why was she even standing there?

"I was about to enter until I heard you from the other side of the door." She casually commented, pointing towards the entrance of the lavatory.

"Couldn't find yourself another lavatory to venture in? Seriously, shouldn't you be somewhere? How about a class?"

Why the hell was this conversation taking place? It is not as if we're casual acquaintances. Sure, we shared our Transfiguration class and would occasionally speak to one another when needed, but besides that, there was nothing else in common to speak about, not that I would be interested in speaking with her in the first place.

"As a matter of fact I do, but class won't start for another ten minutes. Don't you have Potions?" she asked.

I was practically bewildered by her question, but instead of replying with some witty remark, I stood up. As I was brushing off the dusts from my skirt, I felt the familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach. "For cry--"

I heaved out whatever was left.

A minute later, I flushed away the contents as I stood panting from the force. God, if this is what will be happening for the next couple of days or even weeks... this will be hell.

"Are you sure you're feeling all right?"

I had forgotten she was still standing there. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I quickly whirled around to face her. As flushed as my face was already, I could feel it deepened more as I realized that she had been watching me all this time. "Tell me this, why you, of all people, are concerned with what's happening to me? Hm? What gratification will you get out of this? Oh, I'm sure it is that!"

This was becoming too much.

Yet, she had this calm atmosphere around her. That was not sitting well with me. "But if you must really know, I think I'm coming down with a nasty case of stomach flu...or virus." I became flustered. "Virus, shit, whatever it’ called."

I brushed past her and walked toward the sink.

"Stomach flu." I heard as I turned the faucet on full force. Leaning forward, I took a mouthful of water. After swishing the liquid inside, I spit it out before repeating the process.

"You should visit Pomfrey." Hermione declared, as she thrust a paper towel to me.

Throughout the years in Hogwarts, I have never ever made casual conversation with Granger, not because she’s a Gryffindor but a mudblood at that. I am a Slytherin, I am expected to dislike the whole lot - that‘s the house. I am supposed to follow the same footsteps as Draco, with his dislike of the low class and idiots that populated Hogwarts. I have done everything by the rightful standards. So why is it that the bushy haired, not-as-good-looking Granger trying to start afresh?!

I closed the faucet, as I stared down the drain. I glanced toward the paper she was holding, before looking up at a face I could not interpret. "I don't know what you are trying to accomplish by doing this," I started, as I took the paper she had offered. "Your House will not gain points." I said, without thanking her for the paper.

I turned away, as I wiped my mouth before I made my way for the door. As I dropped the used paper in the trash bin, I could sense that Granger was standing by the sink, observing every move I made. This was becoming unsettling. "Your class would start in a couple of minutes; I am mildly surprised you're still standing there. Mine is just around the corner, I would be running to class if I were you."

"I'll let you know I'm planning on becoming a Healer, as the wizarding world calls it."

I whirled around to see her standing where I last saw her. Her face, as before, had not changed a tiny bit. Kept that plain look of her. "I can pretty much tell there is something wrong with you. Not only have I heard you retching, but you also been lacking in your Head girl duties as well. So I've heard you have been spending time in your dorm than the norm."

I blankly stared at her.

"I guess being on top does not keep you safe from those rumors."

"Who do you think YOU are from studying me as if I were some project of yours?!" I exclaimed, as I stepped towards her. "Better yet, mind your fucking business!"

Without another word, I made my way out of the lavatory.

X--x--X

It has been nearly two hours since class began and there was now only twenty minutes before it ended. So far, I had been doing well for someone who had puked their guts out.

Everyone -from what I saw- handed in their last essay; I was the only one who did not stop by Snape’s desk to drop it off. That was nothing suspicious, as the Professor was -normally- the last person to enter the classroom through his office. Besides, I've been good with my schoolwork, surely not turning in an essay nor studying for the exam would flunk me out of the class.

As this was the last class of the semester, Snape had decided to give us a thirty-minute lecture, along with a group exercise to kill the next thirty minutes. The last hour was solely focused on our exam, which involved potion making and a written part. The first half of the exam, which was the potions, did not require us to have a partner -solely depending on our knowledge. The result was what the Professor was looking for. After receiving my grade, I was then handed with the parchment to complete the written part.

Now I have always been good with my hands, as I was more of a "hands-on" type of person. This explains why I did well in the potion making. As for the written exam, well, that was a completely different thing. I had not studied for it, but I managed to pull out some of the information out of my memory bank. I had a fifty-fifty chance of passing this exam. Good proportions, I'll say.

Since there were only fifteen students in the class, Snape didn’t make his rounds around the class. Still, he was waiting at the front of the class. Last time I saw, he was checking out some parchments. With fewer students in our class, we practically had each desk by ourselves. Across from me sat Tracey who looked liked your average test-taking student. Obviously, she could not be bothered.

I looked backed down at the exam; I was on the second page from the last. This section included writing down the directions to create a potion. A potion that I, honestly, had no idea how it was concocted. I did know half of its ingredients, but the rest…yeah, screwed right there.

'After gathering the items, you then pou--' I stopped, feeling the awful familiar feeling in my stomach again.

How can this be happening again? Surely, I had nothing to bring up?!

I looked down at my hands, and began feeling them clammy. I quickly rubbed my fingertips against one another. I looked up from my desk to see that the Professor was concentrated on what he was doing. I glanced towards Tracey, who was still immersed in her exam as everyone was.

I could taste it. It was beginning.

This was not the place to start feeling queasy.

Screw the exam,

Capping my bottle of ink as well as my quill, I quickly stuffed them inside of my school bag as I stood up. With a screeching coming from the chair legs, I must have caught the attention of the professor. As I threw the strap of my bag across my shoulders, I noticed that Tracey had finally been distracted. Shrugging at her questioning look, I hurried down to the front.

I was a couple of feet away from the lavatory when my stomach settled down, though relieved I was annoyed by it.

Was this the way it was going to be? I would need to eat and puke it out, but what about times like now? Will it tease me mercifully, hurrying me to leave for a lavatory only for it to be a false warning?

If this is going to be the way - I will need to tell someone other than my parents.

I’m not looking forward to either.

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