Hermione sat in the study and looked at the countless potions that lined the wall. She went for the one she loved and uncorked it. It was a life force, but in truth it wasn't a potion at all. It was just firewhiskey in a potion bottle, only a disguise so no one would find out. She lay down on the bed and she began to feel the sensation; the drifting away from everything, the feeling that she loved. Soon enough she was asleep in a world of her own something that was definitely much better than the outside. She awoke to someone shaking her. It was Ron and he was looking at her wordlessly.
"How long have you been taking this?" She looked to the bottle that was on the side of her bed and first wondered why he cared and then how he had gotten in. It was after a few moments that the pain came. It was a resonating pain from her middle and it felt as if she was going to die. She let out a scream and Ron held her and told her to calm down. She looked down and saw why he cared. There was blood flowing from in between her legs.
"Ron I'm sorry" but that was all she could stifle out. She was pregnant and she didn't even know it, she was always to drunk to care. Now was the only time she noticed, now when it was all too late. She sobbed into Ron's shirt and something in the back of her mind told her that this wasn't right. After that day Hermione never touched a bottle of firewhiskey. She had learned that drinking away the pain only causes more.