Their hot breathe intertwined with the moans and steam that seemed to rise from their bodies. Pressed together tightly, they both realized…. They had finally reached true happiness in and with each other…
Hermione's eyes opened slowly. The dream that formed from a perfect memory left her with a mixed feeling of happiness and lust……. And…. Nausea? Before she could stop herself she threw open her bed curtains, woke Lavender Brown, and ran for the bathroom. Hermione emptied her stomach into the toilet. She didn't know whether to be worried or confused, so she subconsciously settled for both. But she suddenly felt fine. She wondered about it, but decided to ignore it. She rose from the floor, opened the bathroom door, and braced herself to be severely yelled at by Lavender.
The same occurrence happened every morning for three weeks, and though she felt fine, Hermione decided she was better safe than sorry. She headed to Madam Pomfrey after it happened again in the middle of the third week.
"Well, it doesn't seem to be a flu or sickness at all." Madam Pomfrey told her after she had examined Hermione through and through.
"But that cant be," Hermione continued to insist, "Every morning for…… maybe two or three weeks now."
Madam Pomfrey's eyes opened as far as they could. Robotically, she asked, "Miss Granger, have you been sexually active recently?" Hermione went red. Partly because she wasn't the only patient Madam Pomfrey was tending to at the time, and partly because how dare she? How dare she ask such a personal question? Hermione was completely appalled at her decision, but this could be her secret or her health, so she decided to tell the truth.
"….yes…." she said, quietly and slowly. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Madam Pomfrey who hadn't moved an inch since she asked.
"Well," after taking a breathe as though to calm herself, Madam Pomfrey had resumed her job as a school nurse, "Well, Miss Granger….. I do believe you're pregnant…"
Hermione left the hospital wing in a daze. Thoughts kept drifting in and out of her head: What will I tell my parents? What will I tell Dumbledore? (And the most frightening of all), What will I tell Ron?
Ron was her first time, and was the father. How would he react? They were only fifteen and far from capable to take care of a child…….. but out of all those who she must tell, she knew she must tell Ron first……
