The Eighth Year - Under Major Reconstruction

53 - Sick

The day after Luna and Blaise' wedding, Ginny had woke up miserably sick, thanks to drinking a bit too much wine last night, she assumed, even though she hadn't drank much.

Ginny had never been a light-weight and could hold her alcohol, which confused her, seeing as she only had two glasses of wine.

Normally, it would take at least three to four glasses to even make her the smallest bit wine drunk. Seeing as it was a Sunday, she crawled right back into bed with her husband who was still fast asleep.

An hour later, she wakes up sick again, running to the bathroom and yelling at Harry to wake up to hold her hair back.

"Gin, what's wrong with you? You never get sick like this." He asks, rubbing her back as she is hunched over

"Honestly Harry, if I knew that, I wouldn't be hunched over, being this sick. I would have fixed it by now." She growls

"Maybe we should make a visit to Madam Pomfrey? I know you hate having to go to the hospital wing but if you keep getting sick like this, I really think we should." Harry urged, trying to be a good, caring husband

"Honestly Harry, I can just ride it out. I'll be fine. Go back to bed."

"No. We're going to Madam Pomfrey, don't give me that Ginevra sass about not wanting to go. You're sick and need to go. I'm also not just going to leave you to be sick all alone. Sickness and health, right?" He begs, causing a sigh to escape from Ginny as she gives in and follows Harry down to the hospital wing, carrying a bin with her in case she happened to get sick on the way there

When they finally got down to the hospital wing, it was completely empty and Madam Pomfrey was sitting in her office

Once Harry asked for her and had Ginny sit down on a cot, they both began telling the matron everything that had been going on with Ginny...although she was just vomiting like clock work, it was getting annoying and Ginny was ready to be fixed up so she could go back to bed.

It was half eight and she would rather still be asleep, seeing as they had an exciting day yesterday

"So in your words, you had two glasses of wine last night at a wedding - which I do not approve in any way - and you are not a 'light-weight', could it be a more...delicate matter?" Madam Pomfrey asked

"I'm sorry...delicate?" Harry asked oblivious, like always

"Mr.Potter, would you mind giving the two of us a moment?" She asked Harry, having him step out of ear shot

Madam Pomfrey then began asking Ginny a series of questions...a series of very specific questions.

"When was your last period?"

"When did you and your...husband get married?"

"Last time the two of you had sex?"

"First time?"

It was just uncomfortable question after uncomfortable question.

Ginny hated every minute of it and she knew that Madam Pomfrey thought she could be pregnant. She had to admit, it had crossed her mind once but everything she knew about her mother's pregnancies rivaled her experience so she shut the thought down immediately.

"Honestly Madam Pomfrey...can you just do the spell? I want to jump off the astronomy tower after being subjected to such embarrassment." Ginny asked, cheeks crimson red

"Now? Well alright. If you do happen to be pregnant, the tip of my wand will turn green, red for negative." She says quickly, pulling out her wand and mumbling a incantation before pointing it near Ginny's stomach