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Hermione let out a groan. She had spent the last three days incredibly sick. She had thought she had gotten past the morning sickness, but apparently she was wrong. Rolling over in bed, she forced her eyes shut. Maybe getting more sleep would help.
But she couldn't sleep. So much had happened in the past week since she had seen Kingsley. First, almost ten Death Eaters had been captured in the Ministry. It was causing some discomfort around everyone, but they knew it was for the best. Hermione personally felt better that those men were no longer on the street, because they were vile. Lower Death Eaters were usually wizards who weren't for pureblood supremacy, but just looking for an excuse to kill. They were the ones who wanted Death Eater revels, where torture, rape, and murder would take place. Hermione shuddered just thinking about it.
The highlight of her week: Peter Pettigrew was captured by the Ministry. Hermione had almost forgotten that rat was alive because he was never around. But after her persistence, Tom got rid of him, selling him straight to the Ministry. He couldn't be trusted, and Hermione knew from past experiences that Pettigrew would betray them as soon as someone else stepped up to the leadership role. He was the type of person whose loyalty went to the highest bidder. "Good riddance," she mumbled.
But now that Pettigrew was captured, Sirius' name had been cleared. Hermione knew that he was dead, killed by Bellatrix herself, but it was still nice to know that his memory would no longer be tainted. He was a nice man, one who had given himself over for those he loved. To be honest, she missed the old Marauder. At the time, she had thought he was immature and reckless, but she now knew he was simply trying to enjoy his life while he still had it. Sirius held her upmost respect now, not that it would do him much good.
Feeling the nausea swell up within her, Hermione rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.
Tom entered the bathroom about a half hour later to find Hermione slumped over the toilet in exhaustion. Shaking his head, he walked over and scooped up her sleeping body. She mumbled something incoherently. "Are you all right?" he asked, laying her back down in the bed.
"Yes," she mumbled into the pillow. "My morning sickness has just been awful this past week."
"I can see that." Reaching out, he brushed some of her hair from her face. "Kingsley is bringing his niece over today so she'll be able to check up on you."
"That's good Tom," she said, sending him a smile. "I wonder if she'll be able to tell the gender."
He couldn't help but smile. "What do you think it'll be?"
Hermione shrugged. "What are you hoping for?" Secretly, she was hoping for a little girl.
"A boy of course, but every man wants a little boy. Although I believe a daughter would be nice as well." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Severus and I are stepping out for a bit, but I'll be back later."
"I hate that you leave all the time," she whispered, looking up at him.
"I know sweetheart, but hopefully I'll be back with you soon. Hopefully, this whole mess will be over, and we can be together," Tom said, looking at the woman he loved. Oh, how his life had changed.
"Can we move after this? I'm not sure I'll want to stay in England," Hermione mumbled, pulling the covers up over her.
"We'll see," he replied, leaning down to give her one more kiss. He stood, and after giving one more look at her sleeping form, he closed the door behind him.
"Hermione, dear, Kingsley is here," Narcissa, said, gently shaking Hermione awake.
Hermione groggily opened her eyes. "Now? It's so early."
Narcissa laughed. "It's half past noon dear."
Hermione bolted upright. "I've slept so late!"
"Calm down Hermione, its fine. Just freshen up, and I'll send his niece in. She'll do the check up in here."
"Will you stay here with me?" Hermione asked, casting the older woman a glance.
Narcissa nodded. "Of course. I'll be back in a moment."
Hermione got up and went into the bathroom, giving her hair a quick comb and brushing her teeth. Changing her clothes, she went back into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. The door opened and Narcissa stepped in, followed by a young girl. She looked like she was only a few years older than Hermione. Fresh out of healing training, Hermione surmised to herself.
"Hello, my name is Hope," the girl said, looking at Hermione with a small smile. "I just want to say first off, that my uncle had explained everything to me, so everything said in here is completely confidential."
Hermione nodded. "Thank you, I really appreciate it Hope."
"It's my pleasure. Now, why don't we get straight to it? If you could lie down, I'll check on the baby."
Hermione nodded, lying back. Narcissa gave her a quick smile.
Hope waved her wand, causing Hermione to feel a cooling sensation on her stomach. "I'll just project the image onto the wall, so we can all see it."
Hope smiled. "Well, you're about sixteen weeks along. Within the next few weeks, you may start to feel the baby move. It'll be very subtle, almost like you're having gas, but it'll become distinct."
Hermione nodded, excitement bubbling up within her.
"Your blood flow is going to increase, so you want to keep your feet elevated as much as possible, but try and get some exercise to help improve the blood flow."
Hermione nodded, taking all this in. "Will the nausea pass soon?"
Hope sent her a quizzical look. "You're still having morning sickness?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Well, it's a bit strange, but definitely not unheard of. Just try getting some rest. And a few Muggle techniques may help, like ginger ale or eating crackers in bed before you get up. Just little things like that."
Hermione nodded. "Can I see the baby?"
Hope smiled. "Yes," and with a few wand movements and some Latin incantations, the ultrasound appeared on the wall.
Hermione let out a cry. She could see her baby.
"The baby is very healthy, a nice strong heartbeat." Hope gave her a smile.
"Oh Hermione," Narcissa exclaimed, looking at the baby squirming. "You make me want to have another."
Hermione laughed. "Don't let Draco hear that."
"Do you want to know the sex?" Hope asked.
Hermione bit her lip, but then nodded. She wanted to know.
"It's a girl."
Hermione smiled. A girl. She was going to have a baby girl.
The baby shifted. She was now sucking on her thumb. Hermione stared, awestruck at the image.
Pulling out a piece of paper, Hope transferred the image to the blank sheet. Handing it to Hermione, she smiled. "Now you can see her all the time."
"Thank you Hope, I really appreciate it."
"It's no problem. I'll give you my address, so you can Floo me whenever just in case something happens. But things seem to be going all right, so just eat more. It looks like you could use a bit more weight."
Hermione nodded. "Okay."
"Well, I think I'm done here. It's been so nice to meet you Hermione Granger."
She blushed. "Thank you. It's been nice to meet you as well Hope. I really appreciate all this."
"Well, I'll see myself out. Although I'm sure my Uncle will be back later this week to pay you a visit."
Hermione nodded. "Goodbye."
Later that night, Hermione was lying in bed when Tom returned. "How did it go?" he asked, sliding under the covers next to her.
Hermione turned over, beaming. "Absolutely wonderful."
"And the gender?" Tom asked, wrapping his arms around her.
"A girl," Hermione whispered.
Tom froze. He was having a baby girl. A little girl. A girl. "Oh Hermione," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm so happy."
"Me too," she said. Reaching over, she pulled out the image from earlier. "See, here she is. Our daughter."
Tom held the picture, happiness spreading inside him. "She's beautiful."
"She's sucking her thumb, see." Hermione showed him the little fingers.
"Beautiful, just like her mother."
Hermione giggled. Putting the picture back on the nightstand, she rolled over, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you Tom."
"And I love you, now let's get some rest."
With a flick of his wand, the lights turned out. The two of them fell asleep quickly, each safe in each other's' arms.