Chapter Nineteen
Disclaimer: I am sure I forgot to do this, so here we go. To help me do this, I will require the help of my little friend, Mr. Pillow.
Hpgal186: Mr. Pillow, may I ask what I own?
Mr. Pillow: do I know this?
Hpgal186: Yes, you do. What do I own?
Mr. Pillow: Nothing?
Hpgal186: Yes, very good I own nothing. So, don't sue me. All this Harry Potter are the property of JKR, Warner Brothers, Scholastic, and anything else affiliated with Harry Potter. I don't even own Draco Malfoy, which is a shame. I don't even think I own my life. Now, I am very sorry Mr. Pillow, but I have to suffocate Lenore with you.
Mr. Pillow: Noooooooooooooooooooo!
A/N: You don't want to know who Lenore is, trust me. Anywho, chappie 19 is here! Sorry, I haven't updated lately, I have had a hard time with school and all, and I have almost no time to write, and I have been suffering from a horrible case of the cursed illness, writers block. So, I am deeply sorry about my not posting a lot. On with the story.
P.S. Ten digital cookies to whoever catches the Good Charlotte reference!
P.P.S. ONLY READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU HAVE OODLES OF TIME ON YOUR HANDS!
***
Ron ran off to go hide somewhere in case Malfoy saw him kiss Hermione. Harry and Ginny were again left alone, and Ginny desperately wanted to talk to Harry.
"Harry? Um, you know that question you asked me earlier?" She said, unsure of anything.
"What about it?" Harry said, looking down into her bright eyes.
"I am ready to answer it."
"And I am listening."
"See, I was sitting in class, when I started thinking, 'Does he really love me?' And, so I thought no, I am just some thing that gets used, and then you told me you loved me back there, and, oh, Harry. I.. I.. Love you!" Ginny said, hugging Harry. "Do you want to get back together?"
Harry looked down at her eyes. How could he refuse? "Yes." Ginny started it this time. She kissed him, and then he returned it. Soon, they ended up in an empty classroom, and it was well past three before either of them thought about sleep.
***
It was Christmas Eve, and all the Gryffindor's who were staying at Hogwarts, were lounging in the common room, with the exception of two. Harry and Ginny were nowhere to be found, and some of their fellow classmates were happy about that. And Harry and Ginny were happy about that, too.
On this night, the happy couple was to be found sitting in the Room of Requirement, together. Harry was sitting on the floor when Ginny sat down in his lap. "Harry?" She asked, innocence in her voice.
"Yes, my bloody valentine?" Harry replied.
"You have got the wrong holiday. It's Christmas." Ginny said with a giggle.
"Oh." Harry said. He really didn't know why he called Ginny his 'bloody valentine,' it was really odd to say. But, love can make you lose your mind, Harry thought. "Gin, I got you something for Christmas."
"Really?" Ginny said, getting closer to Harry.
"Yes, and you won't get it yet."
"Ok, as long as it is from you, I wouldn't care if it was an used quill." Ginny said, kissing him on the neck. "I love you Harry."
"I love you too, Gin."
~*& Meanwhile In The Gryffindor Common Room&*~
Ron knocked over his chess game he was playing against himself. It was getting really boring, seeing as he wasn't winning, or losing, for that fact. Some on lookers looked up, but for the most part, most of the people in the Common Room ignored him. Ron was about to go up to bed, when the Common Room door opened. And Hermione stepped in.
Ron saw her and instantly turned a violent shade of red. He walked over to his friend and gave her a hug. "Hermione! You're out of the Hospital! And I thought you were going to die!" Ron said, backing away from Hermione.
"Good to see you too, Ron." She said, confused by his behavior. He was oddly clam, very unlike Ron. "What's up?"
"What do you mean, 'what's up?'" Ron said, in an oddly clam voice "Nothing is up. I was just going to go up to bed and then you came in."
"Draco is not going to kill you Ron. He doesn't even know that we kissed. So, where are Harry and Ginny?" She said, changing the subject.
"Oh, who bloody knows? All break they have been having all these little 'walks' that turn into snogging fests, and if they aren't careful, neither of them will have tonsils soon."
"Really?" Hermione said, mildly interested. "So, they got back together?"
"Ya, and I want them to have a big fight soon, so they will stop snogging each other every five minutes."
"Well, both of them are happy, and as long as they are happy, you should be happy." Hermione said, standing next to Ron. "Hey Ron, can I talk to you about something? That is, like, really important?" Hermione said, a hint of dread in her voice.
"Sure," Ron answered, "what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, er, Ron, why don't we go somewhere where people can't over hear us." Hermione said, shaking a little.
"Sure. You ok, you look a little worried." Ron said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm, I'm fine."
"Well, lets go then. I know a place where we can talk." He said, ushering her out of the common room. They walked out into the corridor, where Hermione leaned against the wall, and erupted into tears. Ron, being the very unknowing git that he is, didn't know what to do. So, doing what Harry did in their fifth year, he patted Hermione on the back. "What's wrong Hermione?"
"Ron, everything is wrong. And on top of everything being wrong, I am just too young." She sobbed, now crying on Ron's shoulder.
"What happened? Why are you too youn." Then it dawned on Ron. "You don't mean that your."
"Yes, I am pregnant." Hermione said, crying even harder now.
"Then who is the fath."
"Malfoy." Hermione finished for him.
"THAT BLOODY GIT! I"LL KILL HIM FOR YOU! I SWAER I WILL!" Ron screamed, causing Hermione to jump back from the angry boy.
"No, don't kill him! He wants this kid, I know he does." Hermione said, trying to calm Ron.
But Ron wouldn't say anything. Hs face was white, his jaw clenched closed, and his hand's were balled into fits. "Ron?" Hermione said, worriedly.
It took Ron a while before he could talk. "Ron, are you ok?" She asked.
"I.. I still can't get over the fact that you slept with the git."
***
~*&Meanwhile in the Room of Requirement&~
Harry and Ginny were in the middle of a heated snogging session, when suddenly, Harry stopped. "Gin, something's not right." Harry said, moving away from her.
"What do you mean, Ha." But Ginny was stopped by an evil, window-shattering laugh that came from high in the ceiling.
"That's right, Mr. Potter, something isn't right? Now is it?" A voice said, as a figure dropped down from the rafters. The figure stepped into the light, revealing its identity. It was Bellatrix Lestrange.
(A/N: I thought about ending it there, but I said no, I'm on a roll, and this is too much of a cliffy to leave you with.)
"You!" Harry said, upon seeing her. Ginny was too frightened to do anything, so she sat on the couch, scared out of her mind.
"Yes, it is me. And I must say, long time, no see. So how is it without my dear cousin? What would he say if he saw you and that dear read-headed girl together?" Bellatrix said, sneering. "Oh, I know. He would tell you how much you remind him of James, and then tell you a story about your dear dead mum and dad. Wouldn't you like that?"
"What do you want, you bloody murder?" Harry spat out moving closer to Ginny to protect her.
"Bloody murder? What happened to bloody valentine? Oh well, I came to tell you that your time is up, Harry Potter." Bellatrix laughed again, and then flew up into the rafters, and flew out of a window that had magically appeared above Harry and Ginny. Before she left the room, she screeched, "Your time is your Potter, you only have a little while," Before breaking up into blood curling laughs, and then vanished.
Ginny was as white as snow, and as soon as Bellatrix left, she started crying. Harry moved over to her, and hugged her. "Gin, its alright. Nothing is going to happen. Trust me."
"Harry," She said, wiping tears off her face, "Don't tell me everything will be alright. It never will. Nothing will ever be all right. Just hold me, and don't say anything." Harry listened to her request. He sat there, holding her, wondering what Bellatrix Lestrange meant by 'his time was up.'
*** Christmas a very casual affair. Ron and Hermione had kept her news quite, and Ginny and Harry kept what happened to them quite, too. So you can imagine the quietness of the holiday. Nobody spoke, and when it was time to unwrap presents that each had gotten, it was the first time most of them had talked all day.
First, it was Harry. He got a broom polishing set from Hermione, and a subscription to 'Quidditch Magazine' from Ron. Then, was his present from Ginny. It was wrapped in a small box, with a single ribbon tied around it. He undid the ribbon, and opened the box. Inside was a little slip of parchment that read, "Meet me by the couch at 8 tonight. -G" He closed the box and slipped it into his pocket. Nobody, had seen him open Ginny's present, because just then, Hermione ran from her seat, and to the bathroom, where she promptly threw up. Ron got up and ran after her, meeting the closed bathroom door.
"Herm, are you alright?" Ron asked, knocking on the door.
"Er, ya. But, could somebody go fetch Madam Promfrey for me?" She said sounding muffled.
"Sure." Ron said to the door. "Ginny," Ron asked, turning around, "Could you go get Madam Promfrey, seeing as you have the most amazing relationship with her."
"Sod off you great git." Ginny said, throwing a pillow at Ron before leaving the common room. Harry was going to go with Ginny when Ron walked over to him and put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Mate, I need to talk to you about something." Harry turned around to face Ron.
"What's that?" Harry asked, sitting down on a sofa.
"Er, I don't know how to say this." Ron said, playing with a near-by pillow. "Well, you know how Malfoy and Hermione were going out?" Harry nodded his head. "We, now they have something else in common."
"Really? What is it?" Harry said.
"Um, see, you know how the other day you said that Hermione and Malfoy were shagging in the Head Common Room?" Once more Harry nodded his head. "Well, see, I at first thought that you were playing with me. Then, well, I found something out." Ron was turning redder by the minute. "See, when you do things without protection, things can, um, happen."
"Cut to the chase, Ron." Harry said, getting annoyed by Ron dodging the main point.
"Hermione is going to have a baby."
The shock was too much for Harry. Hermione. Was. Pregnant. It was all too much for him. "But, who" Harry couldn't say much more because his mouth wasn't working right.
"Malfoy." This time it was Harry who ran to a bathroom, and upon reaching the bathroom he threw up. This was too much at one time. First, it was Hermione getting Pregnant. And on top of it, it was Malfoy's kid. This is all wrong. Everything was wrong.
Just then, Madam Promfrey came in. (Harry was in the boy's bathroom in his dormitory, just to let you all know.) He heard her moving around down in the common room, and Ginny enter the boy's bathroom.
"Harry?" She called out uncertainly.
"In here." He replied. Ginny walked over to where his voice came from.
"Harry, are you all right?" she said, rushing over to his side, and flushing the toilet where he had thrown up.
"Now. I got told the most sickening thing." Harry said, sitting down on the floor, holding his stomach at the thought of it.
"What was it?" Ginny asked, sitting down next to him.
"Oh, don't worry about it." Harry said, not sure if Ginny knew.
"Mr. Potter, if something made you empty the contents of your stomach into that toilet, then it is something I should worry about if I want to give you your Christmas present." She argued back, sitting down next to him.
"Gin, I was thinking about what Bellatrix Lestrange said."
"Oh." They sat in silence for a while, holding hands. Even if Bellatrix was only after Harry, both of them knew that both would be affected. They knew it. And the thought scared them. Harry slowly closed his eyes as they sat there. It wasn't until Ginny shot up from his side that Harry moved.
"What's up Gin?" He asked sleepily.
"If we don't get ready in ten minutes, we'll be late for what I have planned." Ginny said, looking at herself in a small, cracked mirror. You would think you guys would have better mirrors. With gits like Malfoy all obsessed with how they look and all." At the mention of Malfoy's name Harry put a hand over his mouth, trying not to spill the contents of his breakfast all over the floor. But Ginny didn't see this, as she had already left to go get dressed. Harry picked himself up, and followed her out the door.
~A/N~
Hello my dear readers! I have some news. First, I changed my penname to 'The Red Haired One.' See, I really didn't like hpgal186, and I have red hair, (not naturally, but still, it's red.), so I thought, that would be interesting. Anywho, because I am not doing to cheeky in school, I can only do fan fiction on the weekend, and on break. But, my dear readers, for me, Thanksgiving holidays are only in three days! This chapter will probably be the last one in a week or more. I was thinking about what I want to happen, and even then, I was real scared about posting this chapter. Please don't kill me for what Malfoy did; I have my own evil plot for him. He, He, he! This chapter is seven pages on Microsoft Word, my longest chapter yet! As of 9:17 am on Saturday, November 22, 2003, silent Night has 59 reviews! I love you guys! This is better than all my other fan fiction reviews put together! Thank you, and, as always, REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I am sure I forgot to do this, so here we go. To help me do this, I will require the help of my little friend, Mr. Pillow.
Hpgal186: Mr. Pillow, may I ask what I own?
Mr. Pillow: do I know this?
Hpgal186: Yes, you do. What do I own?
Mr. Pillow: Nothing?
Hpgal186: Yes, very good I own nothing. So, don't sue me. All this Harry Potter are the property of JKR, Warner Brothers, Scholastic, and anything else affiliated with Harry Potter. I don't even own Draco Malfoy, which is a shame. I don't even think I own my life. Now, I am very sorry Mr. Pillow, but I have to suffocate Lenore with you.
Mr. Pillow: Noooooooooooooooooooo!
A/N: You don't want to know who Lenore is, trust me. Anywho, chappie 19 is here! Sorry, I haven't updated lately, I have had a hard time with school and all, and I have almost no time to write, and I have been suffering from a horrible case of the cursed illness, writers block. So, I am deeply sorry about my not posting a lot. On with the story.
P.S. Ten digital cookies to whoever catches the Good Charlotte reference!
P.P.S. ONLY READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU HAVE OODLES OF TIME ON YOUR HANDS!
***
Ron ran off to go hide somewhere in case Malfoy saw him kiss Hermione. Harry and Ginny were again left alone, and Ginny desperately wanted to talk to Harry.
"Harry? Um, you know that question you asked me earlier?" She said, unsure of anything.
"What about it?" Harry said, looking down into her bright eyes.
"I am ready to answer it."
"And I am listening."
"See, I was sitting in class, when I started thinking, 'Does he really love me?' And, so I thought no, I am just some thing that gets used, and then you told me you loved me back there, and, oh, Harry. I.. I.. Love you!" Ginny said, hugging Harry. "Do you want to get back together?"
Harry looked down at her eyes. How could he refuse? "Yes." Ginny started it this time. She kissed him, and then he returned it. Soon, they ended up in an empty classroom, and it was well past three before either of them thought about sleep.
***
It was Christmas Eve, and all the Gryffindor's who were staying at Hogwarts, were lounging in the common room, with the exception of two. Harry and Ginny were nowhere to be found, and some of their fellow classmates were happy about that. And Harry and Ginny were happy about that, too.
On this night, the happy couple was to be found sitting in the Room of Requirement, together. Harry was sitting on the floor when Ginny sat down in his lap. "Harry?" She asked, innocence in her voice.
"Yes, my bloody valentine?" Harry replied.
"You have got the wrong holiday. It's Christmas." Ginny said with a giggle.
"Oh." Harry said. He really didn't know why he called Ginny his 'bloody valentine,' it was really odd to say. But, love can make you lose your mind, Harry thought. "Gin, I got you something for Christmas."
"Really?" Ginny said, getting closer to Harry.
"Yes, and you won't get it yet."
"Ok, as long as it is from you, I wouldn't care if it was an used quill." Ginny said, kissing him on the neck. "I love you Harry."
"I love you too, Gin."
~*& Meanwhile In The Gryffindor Common Room&*~
Ron knocked over his chess game he was playing against himself. It was getting really boring, seeing as he wasn't winning, or losing, for that fact. Some on lookers looked up, but for the most part, most of the people in the Common Room ignored him. Ron was about to go up to bed, when the Common Room door opened. And Hermione stepped in.
Ron saw her and instantly turned a violent shade of red. He walked over to his friend and gave her a hug. "Hermione! You're out of the Hospital! And I thought you were going to die!" Ron said, backing away from Hermione.
"Good to see you too, Ron." She said, confused by his behavior. He was oddly clam, very unlike Ron. "What's up?"
"What do you mean, 'what's up?'" Ron said, in an oddly clam voice "Nothing is up. I was just going to go up to bed and then you came in."
"Draco is not going to kill you Ron. He doesn't even know that we kissed. So, where are Harry and Ginny?" She said, changing the subject.
"Oh, who bloody knows? All break they have been having all these little 'walks' that turn into snogging fests, and if they aren't careful, neither of them will have tonsils soon."
"Really?" Hermione said, mildly interested. "So, they got back together?"
"Ya, and I want them to have a big fight soon, so they will stop snogging each other every five minutes."
"Well, both of them are happy, and as long as they are happy, you should be happy." Hermione said, standing next to Ron. "Hey Ron, can I talk to you about something? That is, like, really important?" Hermione said, a hint of dread in her voice.
"Sure," Ron answered, "what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, er, Ron, why don't we go somewhere where people can't over hear us." Hermione said, shaking a little.
"Sure. You ok, you look a little worried." Ron said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm, I'm fine."
"Well, lets go then. I know a place where we can talk." He said, ushering her out of the common room. They walked out into the corridor, where Hermione leaned against the wall, and erupted into tears. Ron, being the very unknowing git that he is, didn't know what to do. So, doing what Harry did in their fifth year, he patted Hermione on the back. "What's wrong Hermione?"
"Ron, everything is wrong. And on top of everything being wrong, I am just too young." She sobbed, now crying on Ron's shoulder.
"What happened? Why are you too youn." Then it dawned on Ron. "You don't mean that your."
"Yes, I am pregnant." Hermione said, crying even harder now.
"Then who is the fath."
"Malfoy." Hermione finished for him.
"THAT BLOODY GIT! I"LL KILL HIM FOR YOU! I SWAER I WILL!" Ron screamed, causing Hermione to jump back from the angry boy.
"No, don't kill him! He wants this kid, I know he does." Hermione said, trying to calm Ron.
But Ron wouldn't say anything. Hs face was white, his jaw clenched closed, and his hand's were balled into fits. "Ron?" Hermione said, worriedly.
It took Ron a while before he could talk. "Ron, are you ok?" She asked.
"I.. I still can't get over the fact that you slept with the git."
***
~*&Meanwhile in the Room of Requirement&~
Harry and Ginny were in the middle of a heated snogging session, when suddenly, Harry stopped. "Gin, something's not right." Harry said, moving away from her.
"What do you mean, Ha." But Ginny was stopped by an evil, window-shattering laugh that came from high in the ceiling.
"That's right, Mr. Potter, something isn't right? Now is it?" A voice said, as a figure dropped down from the rafters. The figure stepped into the light, revealing its identity. It was Bellatrix Lestrange.
(A/N: I thought about ending it there, but I said no, I'm on a roll, and this is too much of a cliffy to leave you with.)
"You!" Harry said, upon seeing her. Ginny was too frightened to do anything, so she sat on the couch, scared out of her mind.
"Yes, it is me. And I must say, long time, no see. So how is it without my dear cousin? What would he say if he saw you and that dear read-headed girl together?" Bellatrix said, sneering. "Oh, I know. He would tell you how much you remind him of James, and then tell you a story about your dear dead mum and dad. Wouldn't you like that?"
"What do you want, you bloody murder?" Harry spat out moving closer to Ginny to protect her.
"Bloody murder? What happened to bloody valentine? Oh well, I came to tell you that your time is up, Harry Potter." Bellatrix laughed again, and then flew up into the rafters, and flew out of a window that had magically appeared above Harry and Ginny. Before she left the room, she screeched, "Your time is your Potter, you only have a little while," Before breaking up into blood curling laughs, and then vanished.
Ginny was as white as snow, and as soon as Bellatrix left, she started crying. Harry moved over to her, and hugged her. "Gin, its alright. Nothing is going to happen. Trust me."
"Harry," She said, wiping tears off her face, "Don't tell me everything will be alright. It never will. Nothing will ever be all right. Just hold me, and don't say anything." Harry listened to her request. He sat there, holding her, wondering what Bellatrix Lestrange meant by 'his time was up.'
*** Christmas a very casual affair. Ron and Hermione had kept her news quite, and Ginny and Harry kept what happened to them quite, too. So you can imagine the quietness of the holiday. Nobody spoke, and when it was time to unwrap presents that each had gotten, it was the first time most of them had talked all day.
First, it was Harry. He got a broom polishing set from Hermione, and a subscription to 'Quidditch Magazine' from Ron. Then, was his present from Ginny. It was wrapped in a small box, with a single ribbon tied around it. He undid the ribbon, and opened the box. Inside was a little slip of parchment that read, "Meet me by the couch at 8 tonight. -G" He closed the box and slipped it into his pocket. Nobody, had seen him open Ginny's present, because just then, Hermione ran from her seat, and to the bathroom, where she promptly threw up. Ron got up and ran after her, meeting the closed bathroom door.
"Herm, are you alright?" Ron asked, knocking on the door.
"Er, ya. But, could somebody go fetch Madam Promfrey for me?" She said sounding muffled.
"Sure." Ron said to the door. "Ginny," Ron asked, turning around, "Could you go get Madam Promfrey, seeing as you have the most amazing relationship with her."
"Sod off you great git." Ginny said, throwing a pillow at Ron before leaving the common room. Harry was going to go with Ginny when Ron walked over to him and put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Mate, I need to talk to you about something." Harry turned around to face Ron.
"What's that?" Harry asked, sitting down on a sofa.
"Er, I don't know how to say this." Ron said, playing with a near-by pillow. "Well, you know how Malfoy and Hermione were going out?" Harry nodded his head. "We, now they have something else in common."
"Really? What is it?" Harry said.
"Um, see, you know how the other day you said that Hermione and Malfoy were shagging in the Head Common Room?" Once more Harry nodded his head. "Well, see, I at first thought that you were playing with me. Then, well, I found something out." Ron was turning redder by the minute. "See, when you do things without protection, things can, um, happen."
"Cut to the chase, Ron." Harry said, getting annoyed by Ron dodging the main point.
"Hermione is going to have a baby."
The shock was too much for Harry. Hermione. Was. Pregnant. It was all too much for him. "But, who" Harry couldn't say much more because his mouth wasn't working right.
"Malfoy." This time it was Harry who ran to a bathroom, and upon reaching the bathroom he threw up. This was too much at one time. First, it was Hermione getting Pregnant. And on top of it, it was Malfoy's kid. This is all wrong. Everything was wrong.
Just then, Madam Promfrey came in. (Harry was in the boy's bathroom in his dormitory, just to let you all know.) He heard her moving around down in the common room, and Ginny enter the boy's bathroom.
"Harry?" She called out uncertainly.
"In here." He replied. Ginny walked over to where his voice came from.
"Harry, are you all right?" she said, rushing over to his side, and flushing the toilet where he had thrown up.
"Now. I got told the most sickening thing." Harry said, sitting down on the floor, holding his stomach at the thought of it.
"What was it?" Ginny asked, sitting down next to him.
"Oh, don't worry about it." Harry said, not sure if Ginny knew.
"Mr. Potter, if something made you empty the contents of your stomach into that toilet, then it is something I should worry about if I want to give you your Christmas present." She argued back, sitting down next to him.
"Gin, I was thinking about what Bellatrix Lestrange said."
"Oh." They sat in silence for a while, holding hands. Even if Bellatrix was only after Harry, both of them knew that both would be affected. They knew it. And the thought scared them. Harry slowly closed his eyes as they sat there. It wasn't until Ginny shot up from his side that Harry moved.
"What's up Gin?" He asked sleepily.
"If we don't get ready in ten minutes, we'll be late for what I have planned." Ginny said, looking at herself in a small, cracked mirror. You would think you guys would have better mirrors. With gits like Malfoy all obsessed with how they look and all." At the mention of Malfoy's name Harry put a hand over his mouth, trying not to spill the contents of his breakfast all over the floor. But Ginny didn't see this, as she had already left to go get dressed. Harry picked himself up, and followed her out the door.
~A/N~
Hello my dear readers! I have some news. First, I changed my penname to 'The Red Haired One.' See, I really didn't like hpgal186, and I have red hair, (not naturally, but still, it's red.), so I thought, that would be interesting. Anywho, because I am not doing to cheeky in school, I can only do fan fiction on the weekend, and on break. But, my dear readers, for me, Thanksgiving holidays are only in three days! This chapter will probably be the last one in a week or more. I was thinking about what I want to happen, and even then, I was real scared about posting this chapter. Please don't kill me for what Malfoy did; I have my own evil plot for him. He, He, he! This chapter is seven pages on Microsoft Word, my longest chapter yet! As of 9:17 am on Saturday, November 22, 2003, silent Night has 59 reviews! I love you guys! This is better than all my other fan fiction reviews put together! Thank you, and, as always, REVIEW!
