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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: PAINED EXPRESSIONS
Outside the room, Ron was waiting for someone to get there. 'What is taking her so long?' he thought, 'Leave it to Hermione to complicate a simple thing as fetching the school nurse.' There were times, while he was waiting, where he felt the urge to go back into his sister's room and try to help ease her pain, but then he realized. 'I can't. That's what Harry is for in this whole situation.'
Ron found an irony to what he had seen. 'Go figure,' he thought, 'this great bond they are supposed to be sharing, and Harry only gets a headache.' While he was thinking, Hermione and Madame Pomfrey showed up, running up the steps, both out of breath.
"What's going on?" the woman sputtered, "Hermione couldn't tell me anything."
"Something is wrong with Ginny," he filled her in. When she had rushed into the room, ordering them to wait outside, Ron turned to Hermione, "What took so long?"
She was still low on oxygen, responding in short spurts, "I started running- and when I was almost there- the stairs started shifting- they wouldn't stop!"
Ron started laughing at his girlfriend, "I thought you knew everything about this castle's history."
"What?"
"Ever heard of the rule: 'No running in the halls?'" he asked her, recieving a cold glare in return, "Well, this castle takes it rather seriously. I'm surprised you didn't know that, You've read that damn 'Hogwarts: A History' book more than a dozen times."
"It wasn't in there."
Ron started laughing at her again, feeling very smug for knowing something that she didn't. He would have kept going on, if the door wouldn't have opened. Both of them stood to attention, wait to hear some news of what was going on inside.
"You might as well sit back down," Harry sighed, "it'll be a while."
"What's going on?" Ron asked, motioning for him to sit with them.
"I don't know," he muttered, putting his head in his hands, "I wish that I did. I hate having to wait! It's so-" Harry paused, "so-"
"Scary?" Hermione offered, now sitting on the steps between Ron's knees.
"Yeah," he said, "and what's worse, is that is has to be a thousand times more for her. At least I have you guys." Harry felt tears coming to his eyes, but then blinked them away. "She's in there, alone, and in pain."
"But Harry," Ron said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "she has you, and all of us. She's not alone."
"What good am I to her if I don't even know how to help her?"
Hermione was confused at what he was saying, but Ron knew what he was talking about, "Just because you didn't know what to do right away doesn't mean that you didn't help. Sometimes we all need a little PUSH," he said, emphasizing the word by pushing his shoulder, "in the right direction."
"You know, Ron," Harry said, laughing at his friend, "you really have a knack for cheering people up. You should look into a career in counseling."
"I'll think about it."
The three of them sat there, waiting for the door to open behind them, and to know, finally, what was going on. There wasn't really any sounds that could be heard from inside the room. Once they heard a something shatter, but only Harry took it seriously. "Harry," Ron firmly said, "sit down. When something happens, we'll know."
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It was a full hour before they were allowed back into the room. Luckily it didn't take anylonger, because Harry was breaking into a nervous sweat at the thought of different possibilities. It was actully getting to the unbearable point of annoying.
"I swear Harry," Ron said after about the tenth time that he had brought up Ginny in five minutes, "if you bring up one more thing about what's going on in that room, you'll be the one screaming in pain, got the idea?" There was only a nod, but Ron knew that he understood completely.
All three of them jump up when Madame Pomfrey opened the door and invited them back into the room. "You can come back in now," she said, smiling happily.
"Alright," they replied, walking back up the steps and inside. When Madame Pomfrey moved out of the way, there sat Ginny, in her bed, smiling. "Hi Guys!" she exlaimed. They were shocked. She was sitting there, but they weren't sure if it was her or not. "Hello?"
"Ginny!" Ron teased, "You're HUGE!"
She threw a pillow at him, but he ducked and it hit Harry straight in the head. "I don't get it-" Harry started, still leaving his jaw at the ground. Ginny giggled at him.
"Something isn't right," Hermione commented, sitting on the bed beside her friend. "You're too big," ducking the pillow, she continued, "Your only, what? Four months pregnant - you shouldn't be this big!"
Ginny looked to Madame Pomfrey, who wanted to laugh, but instead said, "Why don't you tell them."
Harry was begining to panic again. "Tell us what?!?"
"I'm pregnant-" she started.
"I know that," Harry interrupted.
"NO," Ginny giggled at him, "I'm pregnant with TWINS!"
Ron's jaw hit the floor, "What?"
"Oh, Congradulations!" Hermione squealed, hugging her.
Harry gave a bit of a different reaction. His face went from shocked to happy to surprised and then to a realization. He was going to be the father of twins! BAM!
"OH! Harry!" Ginny gasped as Harry fainted, but couldn't hold back the fits of giggles that were attacking both herself, Hermion, Ron and Madame Pomfrey.
"This is priceless!" Ron chuckled.
Hermione decided to turn the tables on him, "I remember," she started, "when I asked you to the Christmas Party. You did the exact same thing." The laughter doubled, "At least Harry has a reason."
"Maybe we should get him off the floor," Ginny suggested.
Madame Pomfrey wiped her eyes, "Oh, yes we should." With a flick, he was now lying on Ginny's bed, still with the same look on his face. "Hope you don't mind, dear."
"Oh, no," Ginny said, "I just can't wait until he wakes! I'll bet that he passes out, again."
There was snickers around the group. "Well then," Madame Pomfrey said, "I should be off. I'll let your mother in on the good news."
Ginny called after the woman as she was leaving the room, "Thank you!"
"So," Hermione begun, "what happened? Why were you in so much pain?"
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A/N: I'm really glad that some of you picked up on the purple orbs thing meaning twins. I've got some smart cookies in the bag! Oh, and I also need to thank [Porphyrophobic Grape] for the idea. (I'm not sure if I said that with yesterdays post) BUT, as I promised, there will be TWO POSTS TODAY! (YAY!) Later tonight, when I get home from the Rehersal Dinner, I will be putting up the second chapter (the one I would normally post tomorrow). Hope you like 'em both! SNIZZLE!
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: PAINED EXPRESSIONS
Outside the room, Ron was waiting for someone to get there. 'What is taking her so long?' he thought, 'Leave it to Hermione to complicate a simple thing as fetching the school nurse.' There were times, while he was waiting, where he felt the urge to go back into his sister's room and try to help ease her pain, but then he realized. 'I can't. That's what Harry is for in this whole situation.'
Ron found an irony to what he had seen. 'Go figure,' he thought, 'this great bond they are supposed to be sharing, and Harry only gets a headache.' While he was thinking, Hermione and Madame Pomfrey showed up, running up the steps, both out of breath.
"What's going on?" the woman sputtered, "Hermione couldn't tell me anything."
"Something is wrong with Ginny," he filled her in. When she had rushed into the room, ordering them to wait outside, Ron turned to Hermione, "What took so long?"
She was still low on oxygen, responding in short spurts, "I started running- and when I was almost there- the stairs started shifting- they wouldn't stop!"
Ron started laughing at his girlfriend, "I thought you knew everything about this castle's history."
"What?"
"Ever heard of the rule: 'No running in the halls?'" he asked her, recieving a cold glare in return, "Well, this castle takes it rather seriously. I'm surprised you didn't know that, You've read that damn 'Hogwarts: A History' book more than a dozen times."
"It wasn't in there."
Ron started laughing at her again, feeling very smug for knowing something that she didn't. He would have kept going on, if the door wouldn't have opened. Both of them stood to attention, wait to hear some news of what was going on inside.
"You might as well sit back down," Harry sighed, "it'll be a while."
"What's going on?" Ron asked, motioning for him to sit with them.
"I don't know," he muttered, putting his head in his hands, "I wish that I did. I hate having to wait! It's so-" Harry paused, "so-"
"Scary?" Hermione offered, now sitting on the steps between Ron's knees.
"Yeah," he said, "and what's worse, is that is has to be a thousand times more for her. At least I have you guys." Harry felt tears coming to his eyes, but then blinked them away. "She's in there, alone, and in pain."
"But Harry," Ron said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "she has you, and all of us. She's not alone."
"What good am I to her if I don't even know how to help her?"
Hermione was confused at what he was saying, but Ron knew what he was talking about, "Just because you didn't know what to do right away doesn't mean that you didn't help. Sometimes we all need a little PUSH," he said, emphasizing the word by pushing his shoulder, "in the right direction."
"You know, Ron," Harry said, laughing at his friend, "you really have a knack for cheering people up. You should look into a career in counseling."
"I'll think about it."
The three of them sat there, waiting for the door to open behind them, and to know, finally, what was going on. There wasn't really any sounds that could be heard from inside the room. Once they heard a something shatter, but only Harry took it seriously. "Harry," Ron firmly said, "sit down. When something happens, we'll know."
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It was a full hour before they were allowed back into the room. Luckily it didn't take anylonger, because Harry was breaking into a nervous sweat at the thought of different possibilities. It was actully getting to the unbearable point of annoying.
"I swear Harry," Ron said after about the tenth time that he had brought up Ginny in five minutes, "if you bring up one more thing about what's going on in that room, you'll be the one screaming in pain, got the idea?" There was only a nod, but Ron knew that he understood completely.
All three of them jump up when Madame Pomfrey opened the door and invited them back into the room. "You can come back in now," she said, smiling happily.
"Alright," they replied, walking back up the steps and inside. When Madame Pomfrey moved out of the way, there sat Ginny, in her bed, smiling. "Hi Guys!" she exlaimed. They were shocked. She was sitting there, but they weren't sure if it was her or not. "Hello?"
"Ginny!" Ron teased, "You're HUGE!"
She threw a pillow at him, but he ducked and it hit Harry straight in the head. "I don't get it-" Harry started, still leaving his jaw at the ground. Ginny giggled at him.
"Something isn't right," Hermione commented, sitting on the bed beside her friend. "You're too big," ducking the pillow, she continued, "Your only, what? Four months pregnant - you shouldn't be this big!"
Ginny looked to Madame Pomfrey, who wanted to laugh, but instead said, "Why don't you tell them."
Harry was begining to panic again. "Tell us what?!?"
"I'm pregnant-" she started.
"I know that," Harry interrupted.
"NO," Ginny giggled at him, "I'm pregnant with TWINS!"
Ron's jaw hit the floor, "What?"
"Oh, Congradulations!" Hermione squealed, hugging her.
Harry gave a bit of a different reaction. His face went from shocked to happy to surprised and then to a realization. He was going to be the father of twins! BAM!
"OH! Harry!" Ginny gasped as Harry fainted, but couldn't hold back the fits of giggles that were attacking both herself, Hermion, Ron and Madame Pomfrey.
"This is priceless!" Ron chuckled.
Hermione decided to turn the tables on him, "I remember," she started, "when I asked you to the Christmas Party. You did the exact same thing." The laughter doubled, "At least Harry has a reason."
"Maybe we should get him off the floor," Ginny suggested.
Madame Pomfrey wiped her eyes, "Oh, yes we should." With a flick, he was now lying on Ginny's bed, still with the same look on his face. "Hope you don't mind, dear."
"Oh, no," Ginny said, "I just can't wait until he wakes! I'll bet that he passes out, again."
There was snickers around the group. "Well then," Madame Pomfrey said, "I should be off. I'll let your mother in on the good news."
Ginny called after the woman as she was leaving the room, "Thank you!"
"So," Hermione begun, "what happened? Why were you in so much pain?"
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A/N: I'm really glad that some of you picked up on the purple orbs thing meaning twins. I've got some smart cookies in the bag! Oh, and I also need to thank [Porphyrophobic Grape] for the idea. (I'm not sure if I said that with yesterdays post) BUT, as I promised, there will be TWO POSTS TODAY! (YAY!) Later tonight, when I get home from the Rehersal Dinner, I will be putting up the second chapter (the one I would normally post tomorrow). Hope you like 'em both! SNIZZLE!