"Ginny, what if I am pregnant? I can't have a baby right now!,"
The two girls were sitting in the lavatory at Hermione and Ron's flat. The Muggle pregnancy test that Hermione bought sat in a small plastic cup between them.
Ginny smiled weakly at Hermione. Although she didn't want to admit it, there was already no doubt in her mind that Hermione was pregnant. All throughout dinner yesterday she could barely keep her food down and was always running for the toilet. Hermione told Ron and Harry that it was the flu, and this morning they had both willingly gone to Diagon Alley. Ginny had come over and stayed with Hermione.
"Hermione, whatever it is, you can't change it-,"
"Merlin, this is the longest two minutes of my life…" Hermione interrupted.
Suddenly, the timer beeped, and Hermione quickly yanked the test out of the cup. On the wand, a thin blue line was starting to come into place. Hermione, suddenly overcome by nausea, threw up in the toilet.
"Hermione, it's going to be alright, don't you worry. Ron's wanted a family for ages, and you will be a great mother..." Ginny rubbed Hermione's back.
"Ginny, if I think it's too soon, then Ron will defiantly think that it's too soon. He is about to begin Auror training, for Merlin's sake, and I'm just about to start my new job and-," Hermione felt like she was going to cry. This was a disaster.
"Don't worry about Ron, he loves you. And the ministry would give you the job when you're ready. With your experience and grades, they are the ones who should be begging you-"
The door to the flat opened, and then slammed shut. The boisterous conversation of Harry and Ron could be heard in the next room.
"Hermione! Ginny! We're back!" Ron called out. "Where are you?"
Ginny smiled weakly at Hermione, and handed her a hand towel. Hermione wiped her mouth and stood up in the small bathroom. Ginny left Hermione alone to clean up. Hermione could hear her chattering to Harry and Ron.
"Ginny, where's Hermione?" Ron asked eagerly. Hermione inwardly smiled.
"Oh, she's coming…how was Diagon Alley?" Ginny replied non-casually.
How on earth was she going to tell Ron? And when? Right now? Or later tonight- Harry and Ginny were going to be over all night, but maybe after…These thoughts clogged Hermione's head. Shaking them off, she walked into the kitchen where her three friends were sitting at the table.
"Hermione! Feeling any better?" Harry said, pulling Ginny into his lap as she passed by him.
"What were you doing, love?" Ron asked her, taking her hand into his.
Hermione replied quickly. "Ironing." She saw Ginny smirking at her.