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"So…you're…pregnant?"
The room shifted from awkward, to painstakingly silent, as she nodded her head, staring at the dust upon the bookshelf. She felt as if she were going to vomit all over the scarlet bedding, like the demons in Norway that she read about. Instead she just stared straight ahead, not blinking, afraid to look at the person sitting on the bed next to her.
"Pregnant?"
Ginny nodded again. Remembering how she had found out, not more than two hours ago, she cringed, the first facial expression she'd made since she spilled it out.
Flashback
Neville bumped into her, spinning her on her heel and landing her on her butt. Sputtering over her, he attempted to apologize, helping her up, only to drop a book on her knee, and elbowing her in the face.
"Neville! Neville! NEVILLE!" She finally yelled, as he continued to mutter apologies, picking up his things all the while causing an embarrassing commotion in the hallway.
His face had gotten tomato red as he scurried back, allowing her to get up on her own, scraping her ego off the ground along with her belongings.
"Ginny, really I'm--" He began.
"Damnit Neville! I am aware that you are sorry. Please, just stop slobbering for two whole seconds, PLEASE." Ginny yelled, very aware and uncaring to the fact that the Gryffindor common room was slowly watching the scene unravel.
Neville's face fell faster than a chaser falling off his broom. From bright red, he seemed to go purple, as if he wanted to stop breathing right then and there.
"Aww, Ginny, that was a bit uncalled for, don't you think?" Dean muttered, clapping Neville on the back, loudly whispering so the common room could hear.
"She's just on her rags, is all Neville, don't take it personal. Ginny wouldn't mean that in a million years, yeah?"
Neville chuckled slightly, waiting for the other boys to laugh to, which inevitably they did. The Gryffindor girls, however, didn't find it so amusing, as the class bell rang throughout the school, signaling that breakfast in the Great Hall was ready, they left in a huff. Neville apologized softly for the last time, and very quickly ran out the door, following Seamus and Dean.
Ginny didn't care about breakfast, she didn't care that her knee throbbed, or that she had yelled at probably one of the sweetest boys in the entire history of Hogwarts.
She didn't even care that Dean had accused her of it being that time of the month, because it was the opposite.
She cared that she WASN'T on her period. In fact, she cared that she hadn't been on her period for two months.
And she had not realized that until the very second Dean has said anything.
Abandoning her books, she ran up the steps to the fifth and sixth year's lavatory and did the pregnancy test they learned in Witch Weekly.
Just as the magazine said, two minutes later...
All she could see was that a big plus shot out of her wand and that floated in front of her.
She cared very much then, and to prove it, she very promptly puked her entire life into the toilet.
End Flashback
Hermione sat there, her head in her hands with her elbows on her knees to prop her up. She had expected Ginny to say that she was failing a class, or that she really needed to borrow money, but pregnant? No.
Ginny Weasley, was 16, was innocent, was a Gryffindor, and was a good example.
She looked over at the best girlfriend, who looked as if she'd just gotten the dementor's kiss. Ginny Weasley was most definitely not lying to her. She was sure that the redhead was completely and utterly serious.
Ginny Weasley, Hermione thought horribly, is pregnant.
"How did this happen Gin?" Hermione asked her, trying to remain as calm as she could, mentally kicking herself for asking such a dumb question.
Ginny didn't even blink, she stared at the dust spot on the bookshelf and shrugged her shoulders, not sure what to say.
"Gin!" Hermione yelled shaking her roughly by grabbing both shoulders.
Ginny closed and opened her eyes slowly and turned to Hermione.
"I don't know, I thought I was careful, I say the charm within 24 hours. Every Contraceptive spell that I know says it's within 24 hours of intercourse! Besides, I haven't had sex in almost four months. Merlin, more than four months, I mean Seamus and I only broke up four months ago and that was the whole reason why we did. You know, the whole sex issue. There's no way I can be pregnant." Ginny exclaimed, her voice squeaking into high, breaking pitches. Her pale skin blotchy from babbling on without taking a breath.
"Well, I'm pretty sure that you didn't climb on top of yourself and got pregnant, so obviously you've had sex within at least the past TWO months Gin." Hermione said, rubbing her face roughly with her palms, as to get the stress out of it.
Ginny practically tore her hair out as her fists clamped upon her ginger locks. It was impossible, she was certain, she and Seamus broke up four months ago, and she hadn't had sex before or since. Besides, they even used muggle protection to be extra safe in case this kind of thing were to happen.
So much for "safe", Ginny thought bitterly, rocking back and forth for comfort.
She groaned, racking her brain for possible accidental encounters.
Nothing, not even an inkling to what might've happened within the last two months to get her pregnant came across her mind.
She thought back to what Hermione told her, and she briefly hoped to god that she really did climb upon herself and gotten herself pregnant.
"Well what did the pregnancy spell say when you took it?"
"It just shot out this big pink plus sign. A big fluffy pink sign that said 'Your life is over, now go let a hippogriff eat you.'" She said sarcastically, as Hermione got up and grabbed her wand off her bookshelf. The older brunette rolled her eyes and pulled out her wand.
"You're supposed to do a full wand exam, it tells you what day and at what time you…conceived." Hermione grumbled, pointing her wand at the red heads' belly, waiting for permission to proceed.
"Oh. Wait, how do YOU know that Hermione?" Ginny asked suddenly off topic.
Hermione smiled at her friends sudden change of thought.
"Training to be a Dark-Arts Healer, remember Gin?" She said simply.
"Oh, sorry." Ginny said dully, as if it were another mark of stupidity on her record.
"It's not a problem, I have to know the all of the basic's, I'm just preparing myself." Hermione said, comforting her.
The younger witch looked at her friend with admiration and a tinge of envy. She was glad she ran to Hermione, she felt safe in her hands.
"You'll make a great Healer." She said, suddenly beginning to choke up. Thoughts of never being able to pursue her dreams crashing down on her.
Hermione leaned down and soothed her quietly rubbing her friends back.
"It's alright Gin. We'll figure this out okay? I'm with you the whole way." Hermione told her, forgetting any kind of chastising that she had meant to relay onto Ginny after this. She stood up and cleared her throat loudly to get Ginny's attention, her wand poised at her stomach.
Ginny gulped, afraid of what the results would be.
A burst of blue surrounded Ginny, sliding over her belly, around her back and along her neck over her head. It tingled everywhere it touched, like a feather against bare skin. When it shot out, the numbers began to be written in air.
"July 14th, 11:11 p.m." Hermione announced aloud, her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Ginny…that was Fred and George's birthday." She said flatly, as if let down by the climax of finding out what the date was.
"I know, but, that's impossible, I was at the- WE were at the Burrow that night. Even you were there Hermione." Ginny said, standing up feeling even more frustrated and nauseated then she had been before.
Hermione slumped on the bed, racking her brain for possible times that Ginny could've gotten pregnant at the twins' birthday party. Besides the Weasely boys, the only men remotely close to their age had been Harry and Lee. Both were very aware of the No-Dating-Baby-Sister rule in the Weasley household, and both had respectable girlfriends.
She bit down on her bottum lip, attempting to stretch her memory to link Ginny to someone.
That's when she remembered something.
Flashback
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Hermione screamed, popping confetti bottles over the twins heads as they blew out their almost toppled over cake.
Everyone cheered as the duo blew out there candles, and drank in a toast to their birthday. Almost everyone was three sheets to the wind, and even Hermione was beginning to feel a bit light headed.
Hermione had walked throughout the house, giggling and joking with Alicia, when Fred came in and wrestled both their necks under their arms.
As she pushed her attacker away playfully, she remembered seeing a flash outside in the front yard, and the three of them went out to see.
Ginny, Remus, Snape and Arthur had been there, all looking upset.
"What's going on?" Fred asked, only partially caring, as Alicia whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
Hermione stood by idly watching as Ginny blinked over and over again, her blue eyes brighter than usual, and her face seemingly blotchy and red. Snape walked away quickly, not speaking to anyone, and Remus stared at Ginny almost guiltily.
"Ginny tried an exploding fire charm from her wand and it backfired due to all of the wards, we had to modify her memory because she spooked herself and became hysterical." Arthur had said quickly, slapping Ginny on the back in what looked to be an attempt at comfort, toppling her into Hermione, who caught her.
"You alright Ginny?" Hermione asked softly, soon to be interrupted by Remus.
"She'll be alright, just a little memory modification. She'll be back to her old self in due time." Remus told her, signaling her to end the conversation.
Hermione looked between Remus and her friend and for a split second, doubted her ex-teacher. Ginny suddenly perked up, her attitude completely different.
"MIONE! Come on they're playing my song inside!" She seemed completely estatic, as if she'd been drinking and partying the entire night.
Hermione smiled and shook her head of her questions, deciding that it was the truth.
Ginny giggled and quickly the interaction between Remus and Arthur were nothing but a very distant memory in their heads.
End flashback
At the time, she didn't care, having a few too many sips of the Weasley mixer, but she knew now what was wrong with Ginny.
The blank look in her eyes should have tipped Hermione off from the start. Her memory had been modified, alright, but from what, she didn't know.
Ginny looked at her oddly, almost the way she did that night.
"What is it Hermione?" Ginny asked warily.
Hermione took a deep breath and slowly began to regale her memory of the night to Ginny, and as she did she slowly brought the night back into view. Ginny hadn't been there the whole night, she realized. She'd been gone the entire day; it just didn't seem like it with all the commotion going on.
"Do you remember any of this Ginny?" Hermione asked, after she finished.
Ginny sat down on the bed once again, and stared at a wet spot on the carpet. It made sense, that much was sure, for Ginny could not remember for the life of her, what happened before she crashed into Hermione in the front yard that night.
"Are you saying that they might know how this happened?" Ginny asked, tears brimming her eyes.
Not only do I not know who the father is, I don't even remember having sex. Oh god, what if I was raped? What if that's why they tried to keep it away from me Ginny thought. The tears now falling freely from her eyes.
"Oh god, my dad knows." She said suddenly, her heart dropping almost instantly.
"Hermione...MY DAD KNOWS I'VE HAD SEX!" She practically screamed, until Hermione quickly covered her mouth.
"Geez Gin, do you want all of Hogwarts to know that." She scolded slightly. "Not that I blame you for yelling."
"What about Remus, or fucking Professor Snape?" She hissed, slamming a fist into the bed.
The older Gryfindor didn't know what to say for the first time in her life, no book ever preparing you for something like this.
"Gin, it's okay, c'mon now. We'll figure this out, I swear." Hermione said, feeling worse for being so unsure of what she was saying. But more than that, feeling horrible that she thanked Merlin it wasn't her going through this.
"Hermione, they had no right. No matter what happened, they had no RIGHT!" She cried, devastated. She leaned into her friends chest and sobbed.
She sobbed for what seemed days, and then finally fell asleep.
After what felt like only minutes of sleep, Ginny awoke to lying horizontally along the bed next to Hermione. Hermione, however, was reading something she seemed to take great focus into.
Ginny lifted the cover, and even in the dim light could read it.
"Memory Recovery Spells."