"Morning," Ginny greeted Hermione groggily. Hermione, who was standing over Ginny's bed, was close to tears. "M-my skirt! It doesn't fit anymore!" Hermione exclaimed, shoving her half ripped skirt in Ginny's face. Ginny sighed, turning on the lamp sitting on her bedside table. "First of all, calm down. We can go down to the laundry room and get you a bigger skirt. Most people have gone home for the holidays but left their uniforms here, okay?" Ginny paused.
"And second of all, I'm sure people who still are here, heard you. I'm sure half of Britain heard you! And anyway, you don't really have to wear your robes. Surely you have regular clothes that are just a bit bigger. And if not, you can borrow mine. Most of my clothes were passed down from my brothers."
Hermione nodded. Ginny rolled out of bed onto the floor, and landed at Hermione's feet. "Just let me get dressed and... you know, you don't look so good." Hermione covered her mouth and darted toward the bathroom. Ginny got up and trudged to the bathroom where she held Hermione's hair for the five minutes she spent releasing what looked like all she'd eaten in a year.
Hermione brushed her teeth for the fifth time that morning (For some reason, on that particular day, she was consantly sick) and washed her face. "I'll go down to the laundry room to get you a skirt," Ginny informed, rubbing Hermione's back. Hermione nodded, leaning on the counter as if she might fall down.
Ginny trotted down the stairs, tripping on the last stair and landing flat on her somach. "Ouch," Ginny laughed, despite her plunder. Jumping up off the floor, she went on her way. At the dooorway of the laundry room, she haphazardly rummaged through the baskets until she found a skirt at least two sizes larger than Hermione's.
When she went back upstairs, Ginny found Hermione leaning over the toilet again. "Here," Ginny said, offering her the skirt. Her head still ducked in the toilet, Hermione accepted it and clutched it to her chest. Once she was done, she stood up and said,"I'm going to get dressed. You go get breakfast, I'll be down in a minute."
Ginny left, hesitant at first. She honestly thought that if she left, Hermione would drop dead or something. Hermione got dressed and went downstairs only to find Ron snogging Lavender again. She stopped where she was, a wave of jealousy rushed over her, making her brain numb.
They broke apart and Lavender skipped away in her normal giddiness. Hermione stared at Ron, letting her tears flow silent and freely. Hermione stood unnoticed for a few moments until Ron looked her way.
"Morning!" Ron said, happily. Hermione was silent. She didn't want to say anything wrong, or anything about her pregnancy. But it seemed it was the only thing she could say. She stepped down the rest of the stairs, wiping off her face with her sleeve.
"I have to tell you something," Hermione said solemnly. "What?" Ron asked, a goofy grin plastered upon his face. "I'm... Happy to see you," she said, stopping herself in the middle. She smiled sadly at him, blinking away more tears.
So much for openess and honesty...