Hermione was nervously awaiting waiting the results of the "Muggle" device that people called a pregnancy test. She did not know how to read it, but she read the instructions. She waited and now the results were coming.
She picked up the box and looked for the signs that meant positive and negative.
"Ok…It's…Positive?!" She screamed.
Oh. My. Gosh. She was pregnant with Ron's Baby!
What…How could this have happened?
Well, she knew how it happened.
How was she going to face Hogwarts? What would Harry and Ginny think? And most importantly…How was she going to tell Ron?
She was just 15…She was turning 16 very soon, but she just could not comprehend.
Her parents would be so disappointed. But they were muggles, would they understand?
She didn't know how to care for a baby. Who would she turn to if her parents kicked her out?
Hermione was a smart girl but she only with schoolwork. Not with family related things.
Her parents didn't really acknowledge her wizardly things. They took her shopping once.
But that was just for her first year. The other years she went with Ron and Harry. She was scared.
And Hermione was NEVER scared. Unless you count the time when the World cup was burned and destroyed by the Death Eaters. But that was really the only time.
But how could she face her parents? If she told them…they would know that she had sex with Ron. Ugh! This was so difficult. Usually she never found things hard.
Her life was going to change now. She most certainly was not going to have an abortion. This was not the baby's fault.
She had to tell her parents. Because she had to know if they would support her. She was scared. But she knew she had to do it.
"Well…Here goes nothing." She said as she open the door to her room and walked out.
