Thank you all so much for the reviews. Anyway, so my nap didn't work out because SOMEONE (points at Dad) is too loud!!! But anyway, so I'm up now with lots and lots of caffeine beside me so I can keep on writing!! Woot! Ok, so, here is your answer to your questions about the last chapter!!

(tear) Still not mine...

This chapter is a bit off the subject of Hogwarts. Actually, in my story, there will not be a lot of times where I go into detail about their classes

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Chapter 10

Making Plans

Ron stared up at Madam Promfrey. "You've...got...to be...joking..." His words came out in a monotone, not sure if he should drop to his knees and sob or jump for joy.

Madam Pomfrey had just told Ron why Hermione had been getting so sick. It also explained her sudden snaps at people, take Ginny for example, without being provoked that much,

"Go on in and see her..." Madam Promfrey smiled softly as she touched his shoulder.

Ron nodded, his mind somewhere else as he walked into the hospital wing. He walked over to the bed Hermione was laying on. She had a glass on the table beside the bed, filled with a drink that he was sure Madam Promfrey gave to her to calm her stomach. Hermione was laying on her side, her back to Ron as he walked up. "Erm...Hermione?"

Hermione didn't move. Ron touched her back and she stifled a sob. "Go away Ron." Her voice was stiff as she tried not to cry.

Ron hated her seeing this way, he knew that she was in pain, but he had to know something. "Is the baby mine?" He asked his questions quietly, sitting beside her legs on the bed.

This time Hermione couldn't contain her sob and it sounded horrible to Ron. "Of course it's yours, Ronald, I've never slept with anyone but you." The tone of her voice told him that he shouldn't have asked such a stupid question.

Ron didn't know what else to say. "Um, Hermione, this is..."

"I know." She said quietly through her crying.

"What...what are we going to do?" Ron wrapped his arms slowly around Hermione and pulled her up into a sitting position, holding her close.

"I'm making plans."

"To do what? You're not thinking of...of getting rid of the baby, are you? I mean, don't I get a say in that?" Ron was on the defensive mood instantly. He may not be considered old enough to be a father, but he as sure as bloody hell wasn't going to lose his baby.

"I would never do that! I'm making plans to go home, before Christmas break because that's when I'll start...showing." Hermione was talking in a hushed voice and then Ron saw why. Standing in the doorway of the hospital wing was Ginny, beside her Harry, beside him Fred, beside him George, beside him and worried looking Madam Promfrey.

"Oh Hermione!" Ginny rushed forward, pushing Ron aside and throwing her arms Hermione. As the girls hugged and cried together Ron made his way over to the others. Madam Pomfrey went to comfort the girls, leaving just the guys to watch them fret over Hermione.

No one said anything at first and then Fred put a brotherly arm around Ron's shoulders. "Well."

"Well." Ron repeated. He swallowed the rising lump in his throat, refusing to shed a tear in front of Harry and his brothers. Ron then turned to Harry, and very calmly, he stated, "If you ever get my sister pregnant I'll kill you." And then Ron was gone, heading back to the common room.

Harry glanced at Fred and George as they said, together. "We'll talk to him." And then they were gone, heading after Ron. Harry was then alone. He felt out of place, watching his girlfriend and best friend cry while Madam Pomfrey tried to calm them down. He slipped through the doors and walked off to the common room as well.

There was one thing everyone agreed on: Malfoy could not know. Ron was even more protective of Hermione in the passing weeks. He hardly let her walk ten feet away from him, let alone down any stairs without him.

"Ronald Weasley you are being absolutely intolerable!" Hermione yelled one day as he was escorting her from her Charms class.

"What, I can't help it, I've got to protect my ba-"

"Ronald!" Hermione nearly screeched as she glanced at the passersby. "Nothing is going to happen to me so stop worrying so much." Hermione said, taking Ron's hand and then smiling up at him. "I understand why you feel that way Ron, but I swear, I am going to be just fine." Hermione and Ron kept smiling. "Well come on, we have to finish making plans about leaving for Christmas." As they walked, Hermione good mood was ruined by one snide remark...

"So Mudblood's carrying the Weasel's kid."

Yes, I realize is was so short, but I'm sorry, I am running on no sleep and no food! Don't judge me!! Ok, sorry, I'm much better now... Anywhooooo, can't wait to see who made the 'snide remark' ALTHOUGH...not many of you should have too much trouble with that. Again, I'm sorry it's sho short and it's probably not any good because I have no idea what I'm writing right now. Tell me what you think and I might be able to rewrite it if you really want. Thanks.

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