ApollinaV's prompt was Tarot cards, David Bowie, and a stubbed toe.
A half empty bottle of vodka stood on the coffee table next to the latest spread of the Tarot cards.
The Muggle CD player was blaring out David Bowie's Letter to Hermione in the background. A very distraught Viktor Krum was pacing his hotel room in whatever city he was supposed to play Quidditch in this week. His teammates had left him alone only after he had sworn he would not go off to find her before the game.
The cryptic note she had left yesterday was crumpled in his hand. 'Need to talk to Molly Weasley. Back soon. H-'
What the hell did she need to talk to Mrs. Weasley about? Was she leaving him for that fool Ron? The Tarot had given him no answers. Vulchanov's bottle of vodka had also been unhelpful. He had finally ordered room service so he could sober up before the game.
When the knock came at the door, he rushed to open it, stubbing his toe in the process. Instead of a hotel waiter, there was Hermione with a beatific smile on her face holding up a little white piece of plastic that looked almost like a spoon. She handed it to him. When he looked at it, everything became suddenly clear. There was a plus sign in the tiny window.
They were pregnant.