"Please, please," she prayed aloud. She held the test close in her hand.
Her palms had turned sticky with sweat from nerves. Her smooth dark hair
hung about the black robes loosely, and her almond-shaped brown eyes were
steadily fixed on an invisible point on the ceiling.
The girls' bathroom in which she was stood had a window with a clear view of the lake. It was easy enough to make out Ron Weasley with his bright red hair. Walking beside him, was a taller boy, although his physique and height made him look more like a man. She realised it was Harry, and smiled. He was so gorgeous, and his personality along with that made him very popular with the girls at Hogwarts, including her. Her gaze washed over the masses of other people soaking up the sun from the front lawns that summer's day, and her mind highlighted one in particular. Her potions master was acting as a steward amongst the students, ready to issue detention to anyone not-Slytherin at the first sign of trouble. And then there, sat under a tree, chatting animatedly to the new DADA teacher, Katie McGonagall was Harry's godfather. As popular with the female population of Hogwarts as his god son was.
She sighed, as she remembered exactly how each of them had featured in her eventful life over the past couple of weeks. It had been anything but boring, and although her behaviour had not been true to her personality and reputation, she didn't regret it one bit.
She looked down at the pregnancy test, that was damp from the sweat of her hands. Regret finally allowed itself to conquer her, and tears fell freely down her face.
Hermione Granger was pregnant.
The girls' bathroom in which she was stood had a window with a clear view of the lake. It was easy enough to make out Ron Weasley with his bright red hair. Walking beside him, was a taller boy, although his physique and height made him look more like a man. She realised it was Harry, and smiled. He was so gorgeous, and his personality along with that made him very popular with the girls at Hogwarts, including her. Her gaze washed over the masses of other people soaking up the sun from the front lawns that summer's day, and her mind highlighted one in particular. Her potions master was acting as a steward amongst the students, ready to issue detention to anyone not-Slytherin at the first sign of trouble. And then there, sat under a tree, chatting animatedly to the new DADA teacher, Katie McGonagall was Harry's godfather. As popular with the female population of Hogwarts as his god son was.
She sighed, as she remembered exactly how each of them had featured in her eventful life over the past couple of weeks. It had been anything but boring, and although her behaviour had not been true to her personality and reputation, she didn't regret it one bit.
She looked down at the pregnancy test, that was damp from the sweat of her hands. Regret finally allowed itself to conquer her, and tears fell freely down her face.
Hermione Granger was pregnant.