"Ginny, how did this happen?" Hermione is sitting next to me on my bed, I can tell she's trying not to stare at the enormous thing on my head that we are going to call a "bump", but she's failing miserably. For the last fifteen minutes, I've had to ask her to stop staring almost every ten seconds. I have tried and failed to get her complete attention and now just have to deal with the fact that she will not stop staring. "HERMIONE, for the last time! Would you stop gawking?!"

"Yes, yes, sorry Ginny. Now, where were we?" She stares straight into my eyes but I can tell that's she's itching to go right back to staring at my….what am I going to call thing "thing" on my head? I can't name it a bump because of the obvious pregnant issues and stuff. That leaves me with a mountainous thing or a totally unconventional name that has another meaning in life but is being used to name my...thing.

"Hermione? Can you fix this?"

"Ginny, I'm sure I can. Or, well, I'm sure I could. But if Madame Pomfrey couldn't find a cure, I'm not sure I can. Wait, before you say anything I want to tell you that I will do everything I can. But there is a very slim chance of me finding a cure. You might just have to let it be." She finishes her speech with a sympathetic look, then turns and slid off the bed. "I'll go to the library and try to dig up something. Maybe massage it?"

I say "Ok, I'll try." And she leaves. As the dorm door swings shut I walk back to the bathroom and take another look at my….peach. I'm going to be calling it a peach. Now what to do with this, peach. I should get to my classes today, but what will hide this? If Hermione can't find anything, no one can. I might just have to wait it out like Madame Pomfrey said. But I cannot wait it out. That is not happening! Here's what I'm going to do:

Sneak down to the infirmary and kill some people….Nah I'm kidding, that's for later.

Sneak down to the infirmary

Plead and beg Madame Pomfrey to make something to fix my peachy little problem (something that is not preachy at all!)

Ok, so I know that it may not be the best plan ever, but it's something. Right? To hide my peach, I'm wrapping a turban I found in my trunk (don't ask) around my head. If anyone asks I'll just say it's a Divination assignment. Off I go...back into the lovely world where anybody will be able to question my sanity. So I sneak down the stairs and into the corridor, everyone is at breakfast so I shouldn't worry about running into anybody. I run down the hall and make it to the infirmary at record time. Just as I'm about to enter, I hear someone weeping from the outside and stop suddenly, not wanting to embarrass the person by invading their privacy, but I most definitely do not want to stay in this hallway for everyone to see my almost too big turban on my too big head. So with the utmost care, I tiptoe through the door and into the infirmary. I stick to the wall as if I'm a… a, well, um, something. Something that sticks to a wall to hide from people. Yeah, something. Anyways, I sneakily sneak past the sobbing person that is behind a curtain and am almost to Madame Pomfrey's office when I hear a familiar voice say,

"Hermione, he's going to be ok. Calm down alright, we will find the person that did this, and he will be ok." Ron! Hermione! Why are they in here? Now curious, I walk to the bed and move aside the curtain. Ron and Hermione stand in an embrace, blocking a person in a cot behind them.

"Ron, Hermione? What are you guys doing here?" I slowly walk over to them but still cannot see the person behind them.

"Who is that?" Just as I ask, they move apart and I get a clear look of the person in the cot,

OH. MY. GOD.