~December 20th~ Friday
Malfoy Seductions: 0, Assignments Due: 0, Assignments Turned In: 0, Chocolate Units: 37 (I am possibly eating for two, after all)
3:06pm I'm starting to wonder how I could possibly be so stupid. I know we got carried away and all, but I refused to face the truth that something bad could happen. I seriously think I am pregnant, with my being late and the whole sick thing and all. Over indulged in chocolate to make myself feel better, but I don't think that quite did the trick.
Ron is being very sweet, though of course I haven't told him yet. I'm resting in a sort of euphoria with my head on his shoulder and his arm around my waist as we travel back via Hogwarts Express to the Burrow. I don't know when I'm going to tell him.
Even resting in Ron's arms with Draco eyeing us evilly (how quaint), I can't keep my mind from fluttering around the thoughts of baby clothes and toys. Never mind how it's going to ruin my future, if not his. That centaur baby jumper I saw at the Wizzy Gap last week was absolutely adorable.
5:02pm
"Hermione, I want to apologize," Ron said mildly as night began to fall outside the train windows. I could hear Draco snoring from the other side of the compartment. Ron's voice rumbled in his chest, and I gave a contended sigh.
"For what?"
"For being a stupid git. I'm sorry that I haven't gotten to spend time with you so much this year. But you know what it's like, having so many jobs to do…and stuff…"
"Yeah…" I quietly replied. "I know."
"Well, I'm glad you get to come home for Christmas with me."
"Yeah…" I said again.
Hmm….
~December 23rd
1:00am
Period still late, still possibly pregnant.
1:05am
Nope, hasn't started.
1:20am
Snuck down into the family room to take a quick ruffle through the bookcase. Was v. distracted with the finding of "Potions for Common Household Uses". My curiosity was piqued with a sudden discovery of the words "Pregnancy Test".
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a cauldron from under the sink, quickly and quietly poured the called-for ingredients into it, and gave it a stir with my wand. It immediately turned an emerald green colour.
I'm taking the cauldron upstairs, and leaving the book because I don't really need instructions on how to pee into a pewter basin.
1:25am
…
Crap.
1:35pm
Roused Ginny from sleep. She was very grumpy, whimpering about a nice dream about Harry as I dragged her into the bathroom.
"What is it, Hermione?" she groaned, rubbing one hand across her eyes and pulling her nightgown down with the other one. "It smells in here."
"Ginny, sit down." I instructed her. She put the toilet seat down and leaned back against the water tank, looking at me with a very annoyed expression.
"You woke me up at 1:30 in the morning to tell me to sit on the toilet?"
"No," I said sternly, shoving the cauldron at her.
She made a face. "So that's what smelled gross. And again…you woke me up at 1:30 in the morning to tell me to sit on a toilet and grimace at a new potion?"
Argh, Weasleys.
"No," I said, choking a bit. "I woke up at 1:30 in the morning to tell you that I am pregnant."
"WHAT?"
I tried to hush her as she stared at the cauldron and started to yell frantically in words that I could not understand.
"You…" she breathed. Slowing down so I could comprehend. "Who…"
I squinted at her, a pained expression reaching across my face. "Uh…Ron."
"You slept with my BROTHER?"
"We were in the garden…it was a beautiful night…he was so sweet…we just got a bit carried away." I stammered, knowing that I was doing nothing to appease her.
"You slept with my brother." She pulled a grotesque face. "That is so gross."
"Yes, yes, I know," I replied impatiently. "But what am I going to do? Help me, Ginny!"
"Ugh…" She tried to regain her composure (a hard thing for a red-head to do) and peered at the potion, holding her nose. "Wait, Hermione…"
"What?"
"The potion's blue."
I huffed angrily, annoyed. "That's my point."
"If you're pregnant, it turns red."
"Are you sure?"
"Hermione, I live in the Weasley household."
"I don't know…"
"Where's the book?"
"On the kitchen counter."
"Okay." She ran downstairs in a loud manner that made me extremely jumpy and returned a few seconds later with the book in her hands. She shoved it into mine and pointed at a spot on the page.
"'Supposed to be red. I told you."
Argh. I hate it when people are right.
"Now that we know that you're not pregnant with my…ugh…brother's baby, let's go back to sleep."
"Fine." I got rid of the evidence and went back to Ginny's room with her. I flopped down on the cot and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Ginny said, "Hermione?"
"What?"
"Hands off Ron, okay? That's just a bit repulsive."
My thanks to: Jade (sorry, forgot -_-, it's back), Loah, DarkChildNinaAnimeAngel (oooh...it's headed in many directions), Rory3 (It's in there, in chapter...5 I think, I just didn't want to make it too detailed. Now, looking back, I should have at least blatantly said she slept with him. I dunno, Maybe Hermione was just too shy to write it down. I hope this chapter cleared it up for you), Black Tear (hehe, pergnant? Interesting spelling ;)), zealousgirl (times 5), the soul cage (my birthday's on November 11th, hence the date of the diary entry, hope you guys are taking notes, hehe), and aPPle-FrrEAk (oooh...Snape's easing in. He's not a very sudden guy, after all).
Wow...so many reviews in the past two days. Thanks all.
~Wonk