Checkup ✔️

Chapter 1 - The Checkup

Hermione Jean Granger walked into St. Mungo's that afternoon for a routine checkup and physical. She was 19, and it had been almost four months since the War against Tom Riddle had ended. There were many dead, and many still wounded both mentally and physically, but things had fallen into a routine rather quickly the weeks following the battle. But even with things running so fast by her eyes, Hermione herself felt things were only just starting to get back to normal.
Ollivander's had opened back up again, as had Gringotts and many of the other stores in Diagon Alley. Hogwarts was once again packed with students, as the tables had been rather empty and sad directly after the war had ended. And the Burrow had been rebuilt to its former glory. Even St. Mungo's seemed a bit more lively, despite it being packed with war victims for the past year and a half,

"Hello, Miss. What can I do for you today?"

Hermione smiled brightly at the Mediwitch behind the desk, hoisting her purse up onto her shoulder a bit unconsciously,

"Hermione Granger? I'm here for my checkup,"

The Mediwitch ruffled around her desk for a moment, looked at a scrawled note and then nodded her head,

"Right. You're appointment is at 2:30?"

Hermione nodded her affirmative as the Mediwitch scrawled her arrival on the sheet with a ballpoint quill, 
"Ok. If you'll just take a seat someone will come to fetch you soon,"

"Thank you,"

The Mediwitch nodded and returned to her paperwork as Hermione took a seat in one of the hard plastic chairs, crossing her bare legs elegantly. She could feel the stares of a few men in the room on her, but she didn't mind giving them a view of her chest as she dipped into her bag (with a handy extension charm) and pulled out a hefty tome. She was to be Mrs. Ronald Weasley in a few days, anyway (not like any other man had ever succeeded in having his way with her). Flipping open the cover, Hermione sat back to enjoy the text.
She had just gotten of work an hour or so before, and was eternally grateful for the leave she had taken to prepare for the wedding. Since Kingsley had become the Minister for Magic, Half-bloods and Muggleborn's were treated with great respect in Ministry positions, and she was no exception. That, and Kingsley had agreed to give her the days off as long as he got to escort her down the aisle. Though Hermione was saddened that her own father couldn't give her away as she had originally hoped, replacing the memories she had taken from the new Australian couple would be impossible,

'Curse my own thoroughness,' Hermione chided inwardly, though it was a phrase she often found herself using when she needed to find a loop hole in the plans she herself created. It was only recently that she started manufacturing nearly invisible pathways in her work just in case she did have to sidestep her own protocols at one point,
'But not with Ron,' Hermione thought with a smile, glancing at the engagement ring on her finger with a small smile, 'I want this plan to be as thorough as it gets'

"Ms. Granger?"

Hermione looked up from her book, seeing a Mediwizard standing in the doorway by the secretary's desk, "my name is Dr. Todd, we're ready for you,"

"Wonderful," Hermione stated, slapping the two halves of her book shut and tucking it back in her purse. Standing, the woman followed the middle aged wizard back to the exam room where he had her remove her jumper and personal objects,

"This shouldn't take a minute, ma'am," Dr. Todd said, pulling out his wand, "please keep still,"

Hermione did as she was told, choosing to think over the reasons she had been looking forward to this checkup. Though not usually something to look forward too, Hermione had started noticing a few things which concerned her. Firstly, she was almost always moody (in a similar manner to Harry during his fifth year at Hogwarts), though Hermione wasn't particularly worried. The amount of sleep she was getting due to extra hours at work would do the trick. Secondly, she was feeling rather sickly. Though mostly at random times during the day, Hermione wasn't particularly worried about this either. She attributed it to stress about work as well as the upcoming wedding. The third thing was her weight gain. Mrs. Weasley had been over the moon as Hermione began to gain some much needed 'meat on her bones' (especially after a year on the run), but the young witch herself wanted to chat with a Mediwizard about possible exercise plans she could use to keep it under wraps,