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Hermione had just finished dinner, which she noticed had been increasing with each day. She usually just ate one or two helpings of dinner, but now she was eating about five or six helpings sometimes with extra dessert. 

"Did you have an increase hunger when you were pregnant, Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione asked while she went around picking up the dishes. 

"Why yes, it's normal. You're eating for two now. And when I was pregnant with the twins, I was even more hungry than usual. But we have to feed our children." Molly assured her. Hermione was putting dishes away in the sink when Scabior walked into the room. 

"What are you doing?" Scabior asked while he rushed over to Hermione, pulling the dishes from Hermione's hands, "You need to go and rest." 

"Hey, I'm still capable of doing things around the house. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't do anything anymore." Hermione pouted while Scabior motioned for her to the kitchen table. Molly started laughing. 

"Arthur was just as bad when I was pregnant with all of our children. The moment I try to do something around the house, he went into a panic like if I did one of the chores, I would hurt myself or the baby." Molly explained to Hermione. Just as Hermione grabbed a few spare grapes from the fruit bowl, Fenrir came walking into the kitchen. 

"Good news, Hermione, I got you an appointment with the Pack's healer for this weekend to make sure you are doing alright." Fenrir claimed to her. Molly shot Fenrir a glare. 

"But I've already set an appointment at St. Mungo's for Hermione this weekend, Fenrir." Molly claimed to them. The entire room became completely silent as Fenrir proceed to glare with Molly, who returned the glare.

"ARE YOU INSANE!" Scabior screamed at Molly, so loud it caused Molly to back away from him. 

"Like hell Hermione is going to go anywhere near St. Mungo's. The moment those people learn she's pregnant with a child, who's father and mother is a werewolf, they are going to strap her down on the table and force her to abort the child. And Goddess only knows what the hell they will try with her when they learn she's a werewolf!" Fenrir told Molly. Hermione felt her body stiffened. Fenrir was joking... right? There was no way someone would force a person to abort their child just because one of their parents was a werewolf. 

"You two are being mental. No one is going to try anything to Hermione." Molly insisted. Fenrir chuckled while shaking his head. 

"Molly, listen to me and listen to me good, Hermione isn't going to St. Mungo's. You are just going to have to trust me when I tell you she is not safe around St. Mungo's." Fenrir told her with a stern tone. Before anyone could say another word, Hermione stood up in between them. 

"I think I will go to the Pack's healer. I mean I am basically now part of the pack now, so it would be best if I go to her." Hermione suggested to them. Fenrir nodded his head before walking over and taking her hand in his. He pulled her into his arms... and Hermione could actually feel him shaking. 

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