Authors note: Long time no chapter. Sorry, I have been in a play and we had
weekend rehearsals, which is when Carleen and I write this. Anyways. I like
pants. And comfy red sofa's. And I have been informed that my "dot dot
dot"'s don't appear. *sob*
BTW- In chapter 17 we called the librarian Madame Prince. After some extensive research (looking on a random page in book 3) we have come to the conclusion that we were wrong. It's actually Madame Pince. No "r".
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Ron wasn't suicidal this time. He was angry, angrier than he had ever been before. He was angry with Draco, but not as angry as he was with Hermione. How could she be so stupid? How could she let him down like that? He searched for the answer, but it could be found nowhere.
So he sat by the lake, pondering the lesson of all this insanity. The morning air was brisk. The trees were almost completely bare. A golden leaf, fell down onto Ron's head, awakening him from his daze.
"What a loser you are," he said to himself. "Can't even get a girl when she's going out with the biggest dumbass in the school." Ron sighed. It wasn't his fault. It was Hermione's. Ever since she kissed Draco she had not been herself. He didn't know who she was. He didn't know who he was.
So throughout the first week of December, he hung with Neville, who was one of the biggest losers at Hogwarts.
But Ron wasn't the only one who had a change in friends. Harry and Ginny barely ever saw Hermione anymore. Ginny was so disgusted by the fact that Hermione sometimes slept in the Slytherin dormitories that she didn't want to see her anyways. Harry just didn't know what to do, so he just went on with life, which bothered Ginny.
"Don't you care about Hermione any more?" Ginny asked Harry one day when she was incredibly irritated by his lack of empathy.
"Yes, but there's nothing we can do! You saw how she reacted at the dance!" he replied not even looking up from his "Potions for Sixth Year Wizarding" book. "She obviously doesn't want to be with us!"
Ginny folded her arms. She looked around the library. No trace of the once book-wormish Hermione. "But there must be something we can do!"
"Just forget about it, okay!"
"Harry if you don't want to do anything about it, then I don't want to have anything to do with you!"
Harry choked. "What?"
"You heard me Harry Potter!"
"Fine then! It's not like I really liked you! I was just being nice because you're Ron's sister. He always said that you liked me so I thought what the hell!"
"You pig! You just wanted a piece of ass!" She yelled in his face.
Harry laughed. "And I didn't get one! Totally not worth the effort!" he scoffed.
Ginny's face turned purplish. You could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. "Harry James Potter! You conniving low-life scum! That's it, I'm out of here!" She turned on her heel and stormed out of the library, rushing right past a shocked Madame Pince.
"Damn," Harry said to himself putting his head in his hands. Why did he always have to ruin things? He never used Ginny for some action. He really liked her. "But I had to go and blow it all up," he whispered.
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"Shit, shit, shit!!!!!!!" Hermione screeched in her dormitory. She sat on her bed and gazed out the window. She heard a door open.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny said coldly.
"Ginny. Oh god, Ginny. I feel so bad! I can't believe it happened!" Hermione turned to her, her eyes red and puffy.
"Hermione," Ginny took off her cold edge and replaced it with a caring one. "what happened? Is everything okay?" She ran over to Hermione and sat beside her.
Hermione clutched her stomach. "Ginny.. I'm.. I'm pregnant."
Ginny gasped. "Hermione.. No! It can't be!"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know how it happened. I was careful.. Oh crap, Ginny what will I do?"
"Fall off your broom stick?"
Hermione looked at her with disgust. "That's murder!"
"Uh. okay. Well.. First of all, tell Draco. It is his baby isn't it?"
"Ginny!" She whacked her in the arm. "What do you think I am?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
Hermione burst into tears again. "Okay, I'll tell him. But can you get him to come here? I don't want to walk around looking like this!"
Ginny nodded and forgot her own love problems so she could help the helpless.
*****
"So as I was saying, I totally got her in bed, even though her true love is Ron and she knows it!" Draco bragged to a group of first year Slytherin boys.
"Draco Malfoy!" Ginny called to Draco from down the corridor.
"What is it Weasley? Hopefully not another attempt to get Hermione back."
"No, Draco, this is serious. I want you to keep clam no matter what Hermione tells you."
The first years sniggered. Ginny glared at them with an ice cold stare and they quickly scattered. "Come on!" she ordered Draco.
"Must I?"
"YES!"
Draco hesitated. He sighed and reluctantly followed Ginny to the Gryffindor common room. She led him up to the dormitories, naïve that Harry was sitting in a cozy red sofa. He saw her with Draco and immediately jumped to conclusions. "That slut," he said under his breath.
Ginny and Draco reached Hermione seconds later. She was much calmer and relaxed now, which was good, or else Draco would never understand what she was going to say.
"Hermione," Draco said. "What's wrong?"
"Draco. I'm pregnant."
BTW- In chapter 17 we called the librarian Madame Prince. After some extensive research (looking on a random page in book 3) we have come to the conclusion that we were wrong. It's actually Madame Pince. No "r".
******
Ron wasn't suicidal this time. He was angry, angrier than he had ever been before. He was angry with Draco, but not as angry as he was with Hermione. How could she be so stupid? How could she let him down like that? He searched for the answer, but it could be found nowhere.
So he sat by the lake, pondering the lesson of all this insanity. The morning air was brisk. The trees were almost completely bare. A golden leaf, fell down onto Ron's head, awakening him from his daze.
"What a loser you are," he said to himself. "Can't even get a girl when she's going out with the biggest dumbass in the school." Ron sighed. It wasn't his fault. It was Hermione's. Ever since she kissed Draco she had not been herself. He didn't know who she was. He didn't know who he was.
So throughout the first week of December, he hung with Neville, who was one of the biggest losers at Hogwarts.
But Ron wasn't the only one who had a change in friends. Harry and Ginny barely ever saw Hermione anymore. Ginny was so disgusted by the fact that Hermione sometimes slept in the Slytherin dormitories that she didn't want to see her anyways. Harry just didn't know what to do, so he just went on with life, which bothered Ginny.
"Don't you care about Hermione any more?" Ginny asked Harry one day when she was incredibly irritated by his lack of empathy.
"Yes, but there's nothing we can do! You saw how she reacted at the dance!" he replied not even looking up from his "Potions for Sixth Year Wizarding" book. "She obviously doesn't want to be with us!"
Ginny folded her arms. She looked around the library. No trace of the once book-wormish Hermione. "But there must be something we can do!"
"Just forget about it, okay!"
"Harry if you don't want to do anything about it, then I don't want to have anything to do with you!"
Harry choked. "What?"
"You heard me Harry Potter!"
"Fine then! It's not like I really liked you! I was just being nice because you're Ron's sister. He always said that you liked me so I thought what the hell!"
"You pig! You just wanted a piece of ass!" She yelled in his face.
Harry laughed. "And I didn't get one! Totally not worth the effort!" he scoffed.
Ginny's face turned purplish. You could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. "Harry James Potter! You conniving low-life scum! That's it, I'm out of here!" She turned on her heel and stormed out of the library, rushing right past a shocked Madame Pince.
"Damn," Harry said to himself putting his head in his hands. Why did he always have to ruin things? He never used Ginny for some action. He really liked her. "But I had to go and blow it all up," he whispered.
******
"Shit, shit, shit!!!!!!!" Hermione screeched in her dormitory. She sat on her bed and gazed out the window. She heard a door open.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny said coldly.
"Ginny. Oh god, Ginny. I feel so bad! I can't believe it happened!" Hermione turned to her, her eyes red and puffy.
"Hermione," Ginny took off her cold edge and replaced it with a caring one. "what happened? Is everything okay?" She ran over to Hermione and sat beside her.
Hermione clutched her stomach. "Ginny.. I'm.. I'm pregnant."
Ginny gasped. "Hermione.. No! It can't be!"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know how it happened. I was careful.. Oh crap, Ginny what will I do?"
"Fall off your broom stick?"
Hermione looked at her with disgust. "That's murder!"
"Uh. okay. Well.. First of all, tell Draco. It is his baby isn't it?"
"Ginny!" She whacked her in the arm. "What do you think I am?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
Hermione burst into tears again. "Okay, I'll tell him. But can you get him to come here? I don't want to walk around looking like this!"
Ginny nodded and forgot her own love problems so she could help the helpless.
*****
"So as I was saying, I totally got her in bed, even though her true love is Ron and she knows it!" Draco bragged to a group of first year Slytherin boys.
"Draco Malfoy!" Ginny called to Draco from down the corridor.
"What is it Weasley? Hopefully not another attempt to get Hermione back."
"No, Draco, this is serious. I want you to keep clam no matter what Hermione tells you."
The first years sniggered. Ginny glared at them with an ice cold stare and they quickly scattered. "Come on!" she ordered Draco.
"Must I?"
"YES!"
Draco hesitated. He sighed and reluctantly followed Ginny to the Gryffindor common room. She led him up to the dormitories, naïve that Harry was sitting in a cozy red sofa. He saw her with Draco and immediately jumped to conclusions. "That slut," he said under his breath.
Ginny and Draco reached Hermione seconds later. She was much calmer and relaxed now, which was good, or else Draco would never understand what she was going to say.
"Hermione," Draco said. "What's wrong?"
"Draco. I'm pregnant."