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The Conference by Melvacaea [Reviews - 8]

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Loads of thanks to Sniv, my (only) reviewer! (Wow, that sounds so pathetic...)

Just to let you know, this is a measly 624 words. Help me!
Chapter Three: Good News

She looked around the room that Remus had led her to. It was connected to his room and had a bathroom of its own. A comfortable, queen-sized bed sat by the far wall, a dark wood dresser and night stand next to it. At the left were an empty bookcase and a large desk, of the same type of wood, with a comfortable black chair. Mara fell into the bed with a sigh and there was a hoot from a window.

"Go to Hagrid, Rubicon. I haven't got anything for you." The snowy owl gave an indignant hoot and flew away. Mara wriggled up the bed like a worm and, after disposing of her shoes, bra, and jewelry, burrowed under the covers. Her brown hair splayed across the pillow enclosed in a dark blue case, she closed her eyes to the darkness.

There was a loud knock on her door just then and Mara fell out of her bed with a groan. She lifted herself up, picking out her robe from her trunk. The pounding continued.

"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming! Hold your bloody pants on!"

Mara tied it around herself and opened the door to admit the Charms professor. Mara found herself choking in her grasp.

"Breathing . . . good!" she wheezed and Professor Hermione Lupin released her sheepishly.

"Good of you to let me borrow Remus, Hermione," she said after she ushered the professor in. "I know he was missing you because he was being more sarcastic than funny."

"And I hope that's a thank you for all the time you're going to have him cooped up in here with you to correct your presentation," she said dryly as she leaned against a bedpost.

Mara's eyes narrowed as she noticed that Hermione looked more tired than ever.

"Hermione, is something wrong? Have you undertaken another silly project?"

"Look who's talking."

"Hermione!" she barked.

The professor winced and Mara saw it: the hand that went to her belly for a split second.

"Oh my God. Hermione, are you . . . Jesus, Hermione, did Remus get you pregnant already?"

Hermione gave her a tiny smile. "Well . . ."

Mara gave a whoop and hugged Hermione. "This is wonderful!" she crowed. "Does Remus know?"

"Um . . . not really . . ."

Mara halted in her jubilation. "What do you MEAN my cousin doesn't know?"

"He seems to think that I'm not ready to handle this. We've been married for only a year and, while he thinks I'll be a great mother, he thinks we need a better income first."

"What better place to raise a child than Hogwarts, though? You won't NEED income. Hogwarts can produce anything," Mara said with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't want the child to go here, you can just as easily send him or her to another school."

"I doubt that Remus would want that."

"What do you want, Hermione?" Mara asked testily. Hermione gnawed on her lower lip. "Hey, listen to who you're talking to here. Raised in an Italian Wizarding school, sent to a Scottish one because of my mother. I came out fine!"

Hermione laughed.

"You have to tell him, Herm."

"I know."

"Wonderful. Just . . . sort out what you want before telling him. Or else it'll be a great big mess."

Hermione stood up and made to leave through Remus' door.

"Oh and Herms . . ."


"Exactly when did you get pregnant?"

Hermione blushed. "I'm eight weeks along."

"Uh-huh. Hermione?"


"I suggest that you go to your private rooms to sleep the week of full moon until the fourth month, around there."

With a scowl, Hermione left and Mara just stared at her bed before bursting into laughter. She fell into bed again, this time changing all of her clothes, and dreamed of happiness.
Pregnant Hermione, married to Remus . . . werewolf child? Mara won't realize the importance until somewhere around Chapter Nine or somewhere around there . . .

The Conference by Melvacaea [Reviews - 8]

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