Molly bustled around the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, fixing breakfast for the various occupants. She forked more bacon and sausages onto the platter in the middle of the table and cast a critical eye over her extended flock. Even though all her children were now adults and some, in Bill and Percy’s cases, were married and had children of their own, she still felt the need to mother them relentlessly. “Have some more bacon, dear,” she said to Harry as she loaded his plate with more bacon, sausages, and toast. As she placed a fresh pitcher of pumpkin juice on the table, a frown marred her face when she saw Hermione sitting near the end of the table, nibbling on a piece of dry toast. “Hermione dear, are you sure you don’t want something more to eat?”

“No, I’m okay, thank you, Molly,” Hermione answered as she rubbed her stomach.

“Are you sure, dear? I could make you some bacon, egg, sausage, and tomatoes.”

Hermione shook her head as she raised her glass of pumpkin juice to her lips. She took a small sip before putting the glass back down.

“You still not feeling well, Hermione?” Ron asked, spraying food all over the table.

“Ronald, don’t speak with your mouth full,” Hermione chastised, “and no, I don’t feel any better.”

“Have you seen a healer?” Molly asked coming around the table. She put her hand on Hermione’s head, checking to see if she had a fever.

“No, I haven’t.”

“You should see a healer,” Molly fussed.

“I’m okay,” Hermione assured the matronly witch. “I’ve just got that stomach bug that’s been going around. Luna had it last week.”

“If you’re sure,” Molly said, worried.

“It comes and goes, I’ll be fine later.”

“How long have you been ill now, dear?” Molly studied the young Muggleborn witch carefully.

Hermione thought over the question and counting back, she answered, “Nearly a week.”

A smile threatened to break out over Molly’s face. “You say it comes and goes?”

“Yes,” Hermione answered. “I’m up during the night feeling sick, but as the day progresses, I begin to feel better.”

“Hermione, is it possible that you’re pregnant?” Molly asked, no longer able to conceal her smile.

“No, we take a potion…” Hermione started but trailed off at the smirking face of her husband.

“Yeah, but it only works if both partners take it,” was her husband’s smug reply.

“SIRIUS BLACK!” was the scream heard through Grimmauld Place.

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