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A/N- hello there children. Sorry so long for me to update, I know its surprising, but PSYCH! I do have somewhat of a life. Anyways.make sure to read my other story "Forced to Remember" in case you haven't. that one's pretty good. if I do say so myself. Anyways! Read away my sex lovers. Love, ML
Chapter 5 (whoohoo I didn't expect this to go on so long)
The people of Bus Two had been quiet throughout the seemingly endless drive to Louisiana. Xander had completely kept to himself, he barely spoke to anybody. Lavender, Hermione, Harry, and Seamus had kept somewhat close.
At the present time, Xander was asleep on his bunk, Harry and Seamus were involved in a game of Wizard's Chess, and Lavender was lying on the bus's sofa, reading "Modern Witch." Hermione was in the bathroom.
Hermione slumped against the toilet in the small bathroom. She wiped her eyes and looked again at the pregnancy test she had secretly picked up at the bus's last gas stop. The green plus sign seemed to grin back at her evilly. Hermione knew of a spell that she could perform that would tell her exactly if she really was pregnant, but any sign of magic on the trip McGonagall would owl her to immediately return to school.
Hermione shut her eyes so tight she saw stars, then opened them again, wishing that she could just wake up from this nightmare. She glanced at the test once more, shoved it into the bottom of the trashcan, wiped her eyes and exited the bathroom. Harry jumped up.
"Finally! I've had to pee for the past ten miles!"
"Thanks for sharing," Hermione muttered miserably. Harry jumped in the bathroom and Hermione heard the door lock. Taking a deep breath she took a seat at the empty table where her purse was and pulled out her cell phone. Looking around, she noticed that if she had this conversation at the table, everyone would hear her. She sighed, went to her bunk and closed the curtains. She dialled Ron's cell phone number slowly.
After two rings she heard Ron pick up. "Hello?"
"Hey baby," she answered quietly. "Something wrong?" Ron asked.
"Well, I, Honey, you better go find some place to sit, you know away from everyone else while I tell you this."
She heard Ron mutter alright and then she heard a door slam. "Okay, I'm in the bathroom."
Hermione felt tears in her eyes. "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to throw it out there." There was a pause. "I, I, I'm pregnant." Hermione heard something slam on the other line of her phone, followed by silence.
After a few seconds she heard Ron clear his throat. "Are you sure?" Hermione sniffed. "As sure as I can be without using magic." Another awkward silence passed and Hermione heard Ron sigh. "Well, do you want to keep it or you know, get rid of it."
More tears filled Hermione's eyes. "I don't know if my conscience would let me do that." Ron nodded to himself. "I guess me either. Well, the only thing I can think for you to do is to mail a letter to Professor McGonagall. I mean, I can't think of anyone else that can help us right now."
Hermione wiped her eyes on her sleeve for the millionth time. "Yeah, I'll do that. I'll see you at dinner, sweetie."
"I love you," replied Ron, tears now forming in his own eyes. Hermione hung up her phone and got out a piece of paper and began forming a letter to send to Professor McGonagall. In the bunk above her, Xander bit his nails, having just eavesdropped on Hermione's conversation.
"Shit," he muttered to himself. He remembered two weeks ago, right when the trip had started. Xander had gotten a hold of some alcohol and he and Hermione had gotten one hundred percent drunk. One thing had led to another and he and Hermione had slept together. Twice in one night. They hadn't talked sense, and were constantly ignoring each other.
Xander knew Hermione assumed her baby was Ron's, and he didn't blame her. They had been together awhile, and they did sleep together frequently. But ever since Xander had been little, he had been somewhat talented with psychic abilities. He couldn't count the number of times he had had dreams, and then that dream would come true. Xander wiped his sweaty brow. For the past several nights Xander had been having a dream he couldn't shake. A dream of a little baby with ebony eyes and curly brown hair.
Xander could kick himself. "I need to help Hermione," he thought to himself. "But breaking the news to her would be horrible." He gained up his courage and thought to himself it was time for everyone to know the truth. The truth that had haunted him since he was little. The fact that his father,Voldemort, would now indeed have an heir.
A/N- hello there children. Sorry so long for me to update, I know its surprising, but PSYCH! I do have somewhat of a life. Anyways.make sure to read my other story "Forced to Remember" in case you haven't. that one's pretty good. if I do say so myself. Anyways! Read away my sex lovers. Love, ML
Chapter 5 (whoohoo I didn't expect this to go on so long)
The people of Bus Two had been quiet throughout the seemingly endless drive to Louisiana. Xander had completely kept to himself, he barely spoke to anybody. Lavender, Hermione, Harry, and Seamus had kept somewhat close.
At the present time, Xander was asleep on his bunk, Harry and Seamus were involved in a game of Wizard's Chess, and Lavender was lying on the bus's sofa, reading "Modern Witch." Hermione was in the bathroom.
Hermione slumped against the toilet in the small bathroom. She wiped her eyes and looked again at the pregnancy test she had secretly picked up at the bus's last gas stop. The green plus sign seemed to grin back at her evilly. Hermione knew of a spell that she could perform that would tell her exactly if she really was pregnant, but any sign of magic on the trip McGonagall would owl her to immediately return to school.
Hermione shut her eyes so tight she saw stars, then opened them again, wishing that she could just wake up from this nightmare. She glanced at the test once more, shoved it into the bottom of the trashcan, wiped her eyes and exited the bathroom. Harry jumped up.
"Finally! I've had to pee for the past ten miles!"
"Thanks for sharing," Hermione muttered miserably. Harry jumped in the bathroom and Hermione heard the door lock. Taking a deep breath she took a seat at the empty table where her purse was and pulled out her cell phone. Looking around, she noticed that if she had this conversation at the table, everyone would hear her. She sighed, went to her bunk and closed the curtains. She dialled Ron's cell phone number slowly.
After two rings she heard Ron pick up. "Hello?"
"Hey baby," she answered quietly. "Something wrong?" Ron asked.
"Well, I, Honey, you better go find some place to sit, you know away from everyone else while I tell you this."
She heard Ron mutter alright and then she heard a door slam. "Okay, I'm in the bathroom."
Hermione felt tears in her eyes. "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to throw it out there." There was a pause. "I, I, I'm pregnant." Hermione heard something slam on the other line of her phone, followed by silence.
After a few seconds she heard Ron clear his throat. "Are you sure?" Hermione sniffed. "As sure as I can be without using magic." Another awkward silence passed and Hermione heard Ron sigh. "Well, do you want to keep it or you know, get rid of it."
More tears filled Hermione's eyes. "I don't know if my conscience would let me do that." Ron nodded to himself. "I guess me either. Well, the only thing I can think for you to do is to mail a letter to Professor McGonagall. I mean, I can't think of anyone else that can help us right now."
Hermione wiped her eyes on her sleeve for the millionth time. "Yeah, I'll do that. I'll see you at dinner, sweetie."
"I love you," replied Ron, tears now forming in his own eyes. Hermione hung up her phone and got out a piece of paper and began forming a letter to send to Professor McGonagall. In the bunk above her, Xander bit his nails, having just eavesdropped on Hermione's conversation.
"Shit," he muttered to himself. He remembered two weeks ago, right when the trip had started. Xander had gotten a hold of some alcohol and he and Hermione had gotten one hundred percent drunk. One thing had led to another and he and Hermione had slept together. Twice in one night. They hadn't talked sense, and were constantly ignoring each other.
Xander knew Hermione assumed her baby was Ron's, and he didn't blame her. They had been together awhile, and they did sleep together frequently. But ever since Xander had been little, he had been somewhat talented with psychic abilities. He couldn't count the number of times he had had dreams, and then that dream would come true. Xander wiped his sweaty brow. For the past several nights Xander had been having a dream he couldn't shake. A dream of a little baby with ebony eyes and curly brown hair.
Xander could kick himself. "I need to help Hermione," he thought to himself. "But breaking the news to her would be horrible." He gained up his courage and thought to himself it was time for everyone to know the truth. The truth that had haunted him since he was little. The fact that his father,Voldemort, would now indeed have an heir.
