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emerald dawn · 06-24-2010, 06:59 PM

I appreciate all of the replies. So here's another chappie.

Chapter Four

Ginny’s POV

I’m going to the doctor today because I don’t feel well, and It’s getting annoying. I don’t like being left in the dark, not knowing what’s going on with me or my family. And plus, Harry made me do it. But still, I’m sure everything’s going to be fine. But Harry doesn’t think so. I almost blew up on him twice yesterday(and might I add that I blew up on HIM twice, there were other people I haven't mentioned) and the dinner last night was delicious, but it was disastrous too. I mean, there was some laughing and pranks(gee I wonder who’s fault was that?) but there were also a lot of puking. Oh and did I mention that I got it on Ron’s new shoes? Yea, that’s payback for the restaurant incident. Harry got a little worried, Ron got a little mad(I used the word “little” lightly, by the way), and Hermione got a little, well…Hermione-ish.

She didn’t say it in front of the guys, but once I was done doing you know what in the bathroom, she pulled me aside and asked if there had been anything unusual going on with me in the past few weeks. And oh yea, she remembers the restaurant incident too. I told her about my odd craving for ice cream, my even shorter temper and my moodiness and so on. And well, she told me what she thought. I denied it then, but come to think of it, Hermione does have a point.

And so I woke up early(did I mention I hate mornings too?) got ready, made breakfast and still found my little sweetheart of a husband still sleeping. And so I did the most obvious thing a sweetheart of a wife would do. I woke him up.

“Harry! Wake up!” Oops. I suppose I shouldn’t have yelled.

Harry sat upright on the bed, squinting at the sunlight coming through the windows as I opened the blinds. He laid back in bed, putting the pillow over his head to shield the sunlight.

“Harry, honey, its time to wake up. I have a doctor’s appointment today and I said I would go but only if you come with me.” I told him.

“Five more minutes.” He said sleepily under the pillow.

“Honey, five minutes is a lot of time. Use the five minutes now so you won’t be rushing later.” Talk about sounding like my mom.

“Fine!” He said, heaving a sigh. I smiled to myself as I watched him get out of bed.

And I was right, if he stayed in bed for another five minutes then we surely would have been late. We arrived at St. Mungo’s with few minutes to spare. We filled out the required forms and waited, and soon enough our doctor came. He was a slightly pudgy man with thinning brown hair but still a friendly smile. He put out his hand to shake mine.

“Hello Mrs. Potter. It’s nice to see you.” He told me, and then shaking Harry’s hand. “And of course you too, Mr. Potter.”

“Same here, Dr. Vizor.” I replied. He lead us to a room that was fairly small. It had two wooden chairs at the far edge, they type on bed in the middle of the room that had that annoying paper you always had to sit on, a desk that had a black quill along with some paper and a clipboard, and a cupboard across from it. He told me to sit on the bed, and Harry didn’t want to sit on one of the chairs. Instead, he stood beside me.

“What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Potter?” Dr. Vizor asked me.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I have a problem. But Harry seems to think so.” I crossed my arms and turned my head towards him, and he instantly gave me that “I don‘t know what you‘re talking about” look. Um, who’s the one that made me come out here in the first place?

“I didn’t say it that way. I mean, well, she had a puke fest last night, she blew up on tons of people and she’s been acting a little…weird.” Nice choice of words, Harry. “And plus, Ron said you’ve been acting like that ever since I left!”

“Excuse me? Ron put you up to this? HE brainwashed you?” I asked.

“No! I put myself up to it.” He ran his hand through his jet black hair and sighed. “I just want to know if you’re okay, Ginny. That’s all.”

“Well, then, I guess we’ll find out today, won’t we?” Dr. Vizor said. And then immediately, the quill on his desk instantly flew up, along with a clipboard in front of it, just like the one Rita Skeeter had.

“Have you been feeling a little weird in any way, Mrs. Potter?”

“A little.” I told him.

“Describe what you’ve been feeling, please.” He leaned against his desk, nodding and asking questions while he listened to me, all the while, the quill was writing down almost everything I said.

“Mrs. Potter, I think I know what’s wrong. But it’s perfectly natural for what you might be going through. But I was to run some tests first, just to be sure.”

“Like blood tests?” I asked him.

“Not exactly.” He told me.

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What I thought would be just a short checkup at the doctor’s ended up making me very impatient. The doctor could’ve just told me what thought was wrong with me, but nooo. Instead, he had to leave us in the room, make us wait 10 minutes for a nurse to run the tests, and then the nurse left, making us wait for another 10 minutes for the results to show. Haven’t these people ever heard of magic? Can’t they magically speed this process up somehow?

And finally the doctor came in, grinning at us. I guess nothing was wrong with me, and Harry was just paranoid.

“I have great news, you two. Ginny, what you’re going through is perfectly natural.” He told me. But he still wasn’t being clear enough.

“What am I going through, anyways?”

“Pregnancy.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“WHAT?!” Harry asked, looking at the doctor as if he was the most insane person in the world.

“You’re going to have a baby.” He told me. And again he grinned. But soon the grin disappeared when we heard a thump on the floor. My husband just fainted. Wonderful.

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Well, that's chapter 4. I hope you like <3

06-24-2010, 06:59 PM	#27 (permalink)
emerald dawn Streeler Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: Candy Mountain =P Posts: 208 Hogwarts RPG Name: Robin Mitchells First Year	Chapter Four I appreciate all of the replies. So here's another chappie. Chapter Four Ginny’s POV I’m going to the doctor today because I don’t feel well, and It’s getting annoying. I don’t like being left in the dark, not knowing what’s going on with me or my family. And plus, Harry made me do it. But still, I’m sure everything’s going to be fine. But Harry doesn’t think so. I almost blew up on him twice yesterday(and might I add that I blew up on HIM twice, there were other people I haven't mentioned) and the dinner last night was delicious, but it was disastrous too. I mean, there was some laughing and pranks(gee I wonder who’s fault was that?) but there were also a lot of puking. Oh and did I mention that I got it on Ron’s new shoes? Yea, that’s payback for the restaurant incident. Harry got a little worried, Ron got a little mad(I used the word “little” lightly, by the way), and Hermione got a little, well…Hermione-ish. She didn’t say it in front of the guys, but once I was done doing you know what in the bathroom, she pulled me aside and asked if there had been anything unusual going on with me in the past few weeks. And oh yea, she remembers the restaurant incident too. I told her about my odd craving for ice cream, my even shorter temper and my moodiness and so on. And well, she told me what she thought. I denied it then, but come to think of it, Hermione does have a point. And so I woke up early(did I mention I hate mornings too?) got ready, made breakfast and still found my little sweetheart of a husband still sleeping. And so I did the most obvious thing a sweetheart of a wife would do. I woke him up. “Harry! Wake up!” Oops. I suppose I shouldn’t have yelled. Harry sat upright on the bed, squinting at the sunlight coming through the windows as I opened the blinds. He laid back in bed, putting the pillow over his head to shield the sunlight. “Harry, honey, its time to wake up. I have a doctor’s appointment today and I said I would go but only if you come with me.” I told him. “Five more minutes.” He said sleepily under the pillow. “Honey, five minutes is a lot of time. Use the five minutes now so you won’t be rushing later.” Talk about sounding like my mom. “Fine!” He said, heaving a sigh. I smiled to myself as I watched him get out of bed. And I was right, if he stayed in bed for another five minutes then we surely would have been late. We arrived at St. Mungo’s with few minutes to spare. We filled out the required forms and waited, and soon enough our doctor came. He was a slightly pudgy man with thinning brown hair but still a friendly smile. He put out his hand to shake mine. “Hello Mrs. Potter. It’s nice to see you.” He told me, and then shaking Harry’s hand. “And of course you too, Mr. Potter.” “Same here, Dr. Vizor.” I replied. He lead us to a room that was fairly small. It had two wooden chairs at the far edge, they type on bed in the middle of the room that had that annoying paper you always had to sit on, a desk that had a black quill along with some paper and a clipboard, and a cupboard across from it. He told me to sit on the bed, and Harry didn’t want to sit on one of the chairs. Instead, he stood beside me. “What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Potter?” Dr. Vizor asked me. “I don’t know. I don’t think I have a problem. But Harry seems to think so.” I crossed my arms and turned my head towards him, and he instantly gave me that “I don‘t know what you‘re talking about” look. Um, who’s the one that made me come out here in the first place? “I didn’t say it that way. I mean, well, she had a puke fest last night, she blew up on tons of people and she’s been acting a little…weird.” Nice choice of words, Harry. “And plus, Ron said you’ve been acting like that ever since I left!” “Excuse me? Ron put you up to this? HE brainwashed you?” I asked. “No! I put myself up to it.” He ran his hand through his jet black hair and sighed. “I just want to know if you’re okay, Ginny. That’s all.” “Well, then, I guess we’ll find out today, won’t we?” Dr. Vizor said. And then immediately, the quill on his desk instantly flew up, along with a clipboard in front of it, just like the one Rita Skeeter had. “Have you been feeling a little weird in any way, Mrs. Potter?” “A little.” I told him. “Describe what you’ve been feeling, please.” He leaned against his desk, nodding and asking questions while he listened to me, all the while, the quill was writing down almost everything I said. “Mrs. Potter, I think I know what’s wrong. But it’s perfectly natural for what you might be going through. But I was to run some tests first, just to be sure.” “Like blood tests?” I asked him. “Not exactly.” He told me. ***************** What I thought would be just a short checkup at the doctor’s ended up making me very impatient. The doctor could’ve just told me what thought was wrong with me, but nooo. Instead, he had to leave us in the room, make us wait 10 minutes for a nurse to run the tests, and then the nurse left, making us wait for another 10 minutes for the results to show. Haven’t these people ever heard of magic? Can’t they magically speed this process up somehow? And finally the doctor came in, grinning at us. I guess nothing was wrong with me, and Harry was just paranoid. “I have great news, you two. Ginny, what you’re going through is perfectly natural.” He told me. But he still wasn’t being clear enough. “What am I going through, anyways?” “Pregnancy.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “WHAT?!” Harry asked, looking at the doctor as if he was the most insane person in the world. “You’re going to have a baby.” He told me. And again he grinned. But soon the grin disappeared when we heard a thump on the floor. My husband just fainted. Wonderful. *************** **** *************** **** Well, that's chapter 4. I hope you like <3 Last edited by emerald dawn; 06-24-2010 at 08:49 PM.