A/N: I wrote the first chapter over two years ago but lost my login information. It was under the title Pregnancy Troubles. Reviews would be much appreciated; constructive feedback only makes my writing stronger. Grammar corrections would be great.
Harry lay in the middle of his large four poster bed with his eyes wide open and listened. There was Neville, snoring. There was the sound of Seamus reading his Quittitch Through the Ages. There was Ron mumbling in his sleep. And there was that noise. Then there was the unmistakable noise of someone crying.
The short, shuddering sobs were too high to be that of a male. One could only conclude that there was a girl in the boys tower. As far as Harry was aware the only girl that ever ventured into the realms of adolescent testosterone was Hermione.
Harry stood up and shouldered his way quietly through the thick curtains hanging down from his bed. He opened the door, concerned but wary. He peered to the right, his eyes straining in the dark. And then to the right. "Lumos!" commanded Harry.
A small form with bushy brunette hair, huddled in a tight ball underneath the window at the far side of the tower appeared.
"Hermione?" Ventured Harry silently. "Is that you?" The figure raised its head to reveal a face under the thick mass of hair.
"Harry?" She whispered and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her black school robes. She obviously hadn't been to bed yet. Something was clutched tightly in her right hand.
"Hermione, what's the matter?"
"Oh, Harry! I-" began Hermione who choked on a sob and thought better of talking. She shushed him. She led him by the hand towards the fat Lady's portrait and out into the hall.
After checking that all was clear Harry followed Hermione carefully through the secret passage that led into the charms corridor. The made their way through the maze that was Hogwarts until they got to the basement. They ducked into the girls bathroom. After checking each stall to ensure that moaning Myrtle wasn't about Hermione sank down supported by the wall, looking as though she was about to be sick.
Harry stat down opposite her under the U-bend. Hermione's feeble attempt to talk ended in sobs. Unsure exactly of how to act Harry reached over and patted her should reassuringly.
Again, Hermione tried to talk but could only cry. Patiently Harry allowed her time to grieve in his shoulder. After a good 10 minutes of crying Hermione released his neck. For the first time he noticed that her fist was closed around something narrow. "Hermione, what is in your hand. Is it why you're upset?" Hermione could only nod and hiccup gravely. After waiting for a response Harry again inquired into the nature of her anguish. "Can I see it?"
With a horrified look on her face, she nodded and handed him the mysterious object. He turned it over, curious. It was a narrow, thin white object with a minus symbol and a plus symbol following. Curiosity was replaced with an icy wave of recognition. He now knew the device to be a Muggle pregnancy test. A pregnancy test whose results were positive.
