(A/N: Thanx to all the people who reviewed, and a HUGE thanx to the people who have read all my stories! You rock! To the person who asked, Madeline L'Engle wrote about sex and stuff in 'House Like A Lotus'. Don't believe me? Read the book)
Consequences
Hermione woke up to see the sun shining through her window. Thankfully, her headache was down to a gentle numbness. She sat up and looked down at herself. For some reason she was naked.
"What the hell-" Hermione muttered. Then it hit her. Last night, you and David, remember?
"Damn!" What would her mother say if she found out that Hermione lost her virginity to a total stranger?
Hermione got dressed. "David?" she called.
She walked into the tiny bathroom, but it was empty. Maybe he's eating breakfast or something.
Hermione walked down to the front desk. "Excuse me, but did you see the guy I came in with?" she asked the lady.
"Yes, I did," the lady answered. "He left at about 4:30 this morning. Why, was he supposed to stay here?"
"No," Hermione said softly. " I was just making sure he left."
She trudged slowly upstairs and fell spread-eagled on the bed. She felt like she was going to cry. The thing that her mother had warned her about since she was 13. The one thing that she thought would never happen to her. David had taken advantage of her and ran off. And just when she was beginning to like him.
Back home, Hermione lay in her own bed, trying to sleep. It had been a month and a half since her night with David, and the secret was still hidden. She had gotten back from London a few weeks ago, and she had felt awful ever since.. She got tired more easily and felt a little bit nauseous. Hermione's mother was concerned, so she had set up an appointment at the hospital that afternoon.
Suddenly Hermione had a horrible thought. What if she was pregnant? Pregnant at 17, that was something noone would expect. What if David had AIDS, and now she did, too?
Herminoe thought about her friends for some reason, who she hadn't seen since graduation three months ago.
Hermione started to cry for about the fifth time that week.
Hermione anxiously waited for her check-up results. She shifted nervously in her seat. Thank God her mother wasn't here. Her mother hated hospital waiting rooms. She said that they were a pplace where the only thing you waited for was bad news. Hermione as beginning to se her point. Hermione was expecting the worst.
"Miss Granger?" a voice said.
"Yes?" Hermione said, almost jumping out of her seat.
"You are perfectly normal, except for one change."
"What?" Hermione asked, holding her breath.
"You're almost two months pregnant."
(A/N: Sorry that was so short, but I got the dreaded writer's block (Don't you hate that?) and I thought this would be a good place to stop. So I'll leave you to dwell over this and I'll see you later.)