Pansy's Parchment II

Ron had been watching Pansy closely for the past two three weeks, since they had returned from their holiday at the cottage. He had treated his wife to every sexual act known to man, even combining a few techniques. She was in the bathroom now throwing up. It had happened a few times over the past week and a half.



She also had a short fuse lately. Not to mention, the past two dinner they had, she helped herself to seconds, and that never happened. He smiled to himself, glad that he had read that book with her.



After the sink shut off, she came out of the bathroom, rubbing her forehead. “Do you feel better?” He asked.



“Yes. I think I need a potion. Maybe sex outside at the cottage wasn’t the best thing to do?” She said with a small smile.



“I’m going to take you to Neville. I sent him an owl this morning.” Ron told her. Pansy had felt too sick to argue.







They waited patiently in Neville’s office. Pansy didn’t think anything was suspicious and he’d like to keep it that way. If she got her hopes up, and she ended up not being pregnant then she would sink into depression again.



“Hello there.” Neville walked in. Sitting behind his desk he went through his parchments. “Not feeling good?”



“We took a holiday to the cottage we honeymooned in and I think I may have caught something.” She explained.



Ron gave him a wink, but Neville already had his suspicions, and apparently they matched his. “Well, I’d like to check one thing first. Can you give me a sample?” He handed her a glass cup.



“You want a urine sample?” She asked.



“Yes, that way I can check for any infections or viruses.” He explained. Pansy left the room to retrieve her sample. “How many times has she vomited recently?”



“Three or four times in the past week and a half. Different times of the day.” Ron told him. “Do you think she’s pregnant?”



“She might be, anything else?” Neville asked.



“She had seconds at dinner a few times, that not usual. And I noticed she has a short temper lately.” He answered.



“The increased appetite is a good sign, although change in moods only happens with some women, its also a sign.” He said.



Pansy returned a moment later. “I left it on the tray like the nurse said.”



“I’ll be right back.” He left the room.



Pansy sank into her chair, and let her head roll on Ron’s shoulder. He leaned closer and kissed her head, taking her hand in his. “Neville will fix it.”



“I know, I just hate being sick.” She said, with annoyance rather then anger, which made Ron feel better, especially if it was in fact just a mild illness.



Neville walked in a moment later, smiling brightly. “What did I tell you, patience pays off.”



“What?” Pansy asked.



“Your pregnant.” He said.



Ron broke out with a huge smile and looked at his wife who was still staring at Neville. “I’m pregnant?” She asked. Neville nodded.



Pansy looked over at Ron and let out a squeal while she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re sure?” She asked Neville.



“Yes, I am.” He moved to a cabinet and pulled out a potion bottle. “This is a pre-natal potion. I want you to take one spoon daily.” He made some notes on his charts. “I want to see you in a week for your first appointment, do not have sex prior to your visit, I will be giving you some tests, and I don’t want to have to do it twice.”



She took a small piece of parchment with her appointment on it, and gave it to Ron. “Do I need to stop doing anything, or start doing anything?” She asked.



“You don’t go riding dragons or hippogriffs do you?” He asked. Pansy shook her head. “Other then that, you don’t have to do anything. I’d tell you to stop smoking, but you don’t, and you don’t have issues with alcohol or recreational potions, so you wont have change anything with regards to your normal routine. If you have any pain or symptoms you cant handle, let me know.”



They set the appointment Neville gave them with his nurse and went home. Ron was ecstatic. He looked at his wife in a whole new light. “Your staring Ron.” She said as he hung their cloaks.



“Your pregnant.” He said smiling.



She giggled at him. “Yes, I am.”



Ron walked over to her and knelt, holding her hips and planting a kiss on her lower belly. “Now you be patient in there and try not to cause to many problems.” Pansy let out another giggle as her husband talked to her belly. “We can’t wait to see you.”



He took Pansy in a kiss, and they celebrated with Pansy’s favorite dinner.







Pansy and Ron showed up on time for their appointment. Ron was excited and planned to attend every doctors appointment with her. Everything she learned, he would learn.



Neville’s nurse had Pansy in a gown and on his charmed table, when he walked in. “Alright Pansy, I need to give you a gynecological exam, then a breast exam.”



“Alright.” She and Ron knew it was going to happen. She had bought another book on the stages of pregnancy and knew the first exam would be primarily physical.



“Lay back and lace your fingers behind your head.” He said. Under normal circumstances Ron would object to anyone touching Pansy’s breasts, but Neville was a healer, he was being respectful of Pansy, and he moved quickly.



“Are you planning on breastfeeding?” He asked, his charmed quill making notes on a nearby desk.



“I was in fact. I heard it was better for the baby.” She said.



“If she needed help getting the milk flowing, I would be able to help with that right?” Ron asked.



“Ron.” She groaned.



“I have a feeling you will help with that, whether it’s needed or not. But Yes, Pansy, it is better, not to mention easier and more natural.” He said as he pulled out two robs from the table. “Place your feet in the stirrups and slide down.”



Pansy positioned herself accordingly, and reached for Ron’s hand. He read the book thoroughly and knew what Neville was about to do, but he didn’t want to see it. Neville pulled out a contraption of some kind and Ron had to look away.



“What exactly are you looking for Neville?” Ron asked, focusing on Pansy’s face, who was smiling at him.



“Aside from the usual gynecological problems, I’m checking the cervix to make sure its healthy enough for labor.” He said. Ron knew about the giant swabs from the book. He was taking samples to check for diseases or abnormalities, most of which could be cured with potions or magic. He didn’t relish the muggle women who didn’t have access to their world.



Neville was quick and efficient, and in no time at all Pansy was sitting upright. “On first look, everything looks fine.” He said. “I will send an owl after I check your samples.”







Pansy and Ron received an owl a few days later from Neville. Her results were normal, and he would see her at the next appointment. If she had any other questions she was to notify him.



They decided to tell their families at a get together the Weasley’s were holding. Pansy sent an owl to her mother inviting her along. It was a surprise to the Weasleys but a welcome one.



“Everyone,” Ron called as he stood up, “Pansy and I have an announcement.”



The entire Weasley family was looking up at him, as well as Mrs. Parkinson. Pansy stood and took Ron’s hand, giving a bright smile to everyone. “Ron and I are having a baby.”



The whole yard erupted in gasps, cheers, and shouts of joy. Pansy was engulfed in a hug by her crying mother. She hadn’t been free for a moment when Mrs. Weasley took her turn. She felt passed around from female to female, but she was happy. Ron soon took her hand and helped her into a chair.



There were offers of anything and everything, but Ron told everyone that things were under control. Since he was taking the year off anyway, he would be helping Pansy.









At their appointment, Neville confirms she is fit and healthy. He mentions that she should try and get some new clothes because he noticed the marking on her waist from her jeans.



Ron took her shopping for clothes and also bought after birth clothes, like nursing bras and breast feeding robes, so she could feed in public without exposing herself if she wishes. Pansy didn’t see an issue with it. “Ron, I’ll feeding a baby, not giving a lap dance.”



“Ok, I don’t want anyone to see you. I’m sorry if that makes me selfish, but the only one who will see you is me and the baby.” He said.



“And Neville.” She said.



“Well, of course…….”



“And any nurses at St. Mungo’s.” She said.



“Alright, alright.” He said. “I’m a pig and I’m greedy and I don’t want to share you with anyone if I don’t have to.”



She only giggled in response, and put away her new clothes. They made plans to change the guest room next to theirs into a nursery. A few weeks later Ron had it cleared out and cleaned. All it needed now was some furniture, which they had time to get, and a baby to live in it, which Pansy was still working on.