"Hermione... I know you, and quit stalling, because it can't be too
bad..." Monica said.
"Monica, we're 16 now right?" Hermione said slightly dazed.
"Yea... but what does that have to do with anything?" Monica said thinking about Hogwarts...
"Alright... I think I might be pregnant..." she said as a worried tone came about her voice.
"HERMIONE GRANGER" Monica screamed, jumping up off the couch, and throwing the beer against the wall, causing it to shatter instantly.
"I know... I know" Hermione said feeling bad about herself.
"First of all... don't you start with self-pity! Who's the father?" she said worried. Robel heard the crash from the living room and hurried in.
"Sorry Robel... on the phone..." she said
"Harry..."
"Yea... what about Harry?" Monica said
"I think he's the father..." Hermione said.
"But what about Ron? Your only 16... Hermione are you sure?"
"Yea... kinda... I mean me and Ron have... yea, but I started feeling funny after the night I got drunk, and Harry ended up in the bed with me." Hermione said. She remembered the night. How they got in with the fake ID's and how much fun they had that night. That's also when Monica and Draco hooked up... and when bill became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She sighed in disappointment with herself.
"What are we going to do?" Monica said. Her heart sand deeper and deeper with each word said.
"I don't know..."
"Well... we have to keep going to Hogwarts you know that Dumbledore has a soft spot for Harry... maybe we can get him to let you stay in the hospital wing." "Well yea... but what will Harry say when he figures out... what about Ron?"
"Well I don't know either. You should call him."
"No... I can't can you do it?"
"Uh... ummm..." she sighed, "yea... if I have to..."
"Please"
"Alright... well I'm going to go to bed now..." Monica said, yawning.
"Okay call him tomorrow..."
"Okay bye..."
Click. She turned the phone off and walked over to the wall. She picked up the shards of glass on the floor. She looked at her wrist, at the old scar that appeared from her 'accident.' The old scar was really deep, but she ignored the impulses. She threw the shards away, well all but one. Her heart ached for a way out. Her parents had just died not a month before this. She didn't cry at their funeral, and she didn't cry when everyone else around her was. Her red hair fell down over her face, and she cried. Fat tears that consisted of only blood rolled down her cheeks. She wiped each one off as it slowly descended down her face. She looked down at her legs. That's when she noticed the pool of blood by her feet, and the blood on her pants. She reached down and cut her finger on the single shard of glass that lay there, covered in her blood.
"ROBEL!" she screamed, a worried look crossed her face. "CALL HERMIONE!!" Her vision blurred, and her whole world started to go black. She was drifting slowly... far, far away from here...
((Sorry that I have to eave you like this!! But it's 2:12 in the morning, and I'm tired. I will write more if I continue to get reviews!!))
"Monica, we're 16 now right?" Hermione said slightly dazed.
"Yea... but what does that have to do with anything?" Monica said thinking about Hogwarts...
"Alright... I think I might be pregnant..." she said as a worried tone came about her voice.
"HERMIONE GRANGER" Monica screamed, jumping up off the couch, and throwing the beer against the wall, causing it to shatter instantly.
"I know... I know" Hermione said feeling bad about herself.
"First of all... don't you start with self-pity! Who's the father?" she said worried. Robel heard the crash from the living room and hurried in.
"Sorry Robel... on the phone..." she said
"Harry..."
"Yea... what about Harry?" Monica said
"I think he's the father..." Hermione said.
"But what about Ron? Your only 16... Hermione are you sure?"
"Yea... kinda... I mean me and Ron have... yea, but I started feeling funny after the night I got drunk, and Harry ended up in the bed with me." Hermione said. She remembered the night. How they got in with the fake ID's and how much fun they had that night. That's also when Monica and Draco hooked up... and when bill became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She sighed in disappointment with herself.
"What are we going to do?" Monica said. Her heart sand deeper and deeper with each word said.
"I don't know..."
"Well... we have to keep going to Hogwarts you know that Dumbledore has a soft spot for Harry... maybe we can get him to let you stay in the hospital wing." "Well yea... but what will Harry say when he figures out... what about Ron?"
"Well I don't know either. You should call him."
"No... I can't can you do it?"
"Uh... ummm..." she sighed, "yea... if I have to..."
"Please"
"Alright... well I'm going to go to bed now..." Monica said, yawning.
"Okay call him tomorrow..."
"Okay bye..."
Click. She turned the phone off and walked over to the wall. She picked up the shards of glass on the floor. She looked at her wrist, at the old scar that appeared from her 'accident.' The old scar was really deep, but she ignored the impulses. She threw the shards away, well all but one. Her heart ached for a way out. Her parents had just died not a month before this. She didn't cry at their funeral, and she didn't cry when everyone else around her was. Her red hair fell down over her face, and she cried. Fat tears that consisted of only blood rolled down her cheeks. She wiped each one off as it slowly descended down her face. She looked down at her legs. That's when she noticed the pool of blood by her feet, and the blood on her pants. She reached down and cut her finger on the single shard of glass that lay there, covered in her blood.
"ROBEL!" she screamed, a worried look crossed her face. "CALL HERMIONE!!" Her vision blurred, and her whole world started to go black. She was drifting slowly... far, far away from here...
((Sorry that I have to eave you like this!! But it's 2:12 in the morning, and I'm tired. I will write more if I continue to get reviews!!))