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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN- SHOCKED!!!!! (Jasmine's point of view)
I was extremely pleased when Draco and I came home from the Holidays and found Harry and Luna were now dating. But horrified by the news of Ron and Peggy's break up. I also noticed Lupus and Ginny getting a bit chummy. Let's see.... I had a great time with my family with Draco. They were still tense around each other but getting along fairly well. Hermione insisted she had a great time with Viktor, but other then that refused to tell me anything else. Sirius and Trixie told me the good news. The last of their old comrades, Bert, came. Other then that.... nothing new. At least, not for me.
A/N in this section you are going to be meeting my most popular made up character. Everyone who has read just a little about M loves him. He's probably the best character I've ever made up. And to imagine his voice, imagine Eddie Murphy's voice. *** (Ron's point of view)
I slowly opened my eyes, the room around me coming in focus. The last thing I remembered was someone standing over my bed then everything going black.
I was sitting in a high backed scarlet chair, in a large room. I rubbed my eyes, feeling very confused. "Comfortable?" I jerked and turned to see an extremely creepy man.
"Where am I?" I demanded.
"Oh that is not important, Ron."
"How do you know my name? What am I doing here? And who are you?" I demanded angrily.
"How I know your name, and who I am aren't important. You can call me. .... 'Sir'."
"No way you bastard." I snapped. He clenched his fists but smiled.
"Now then. You're different and -"
"I want to go back to Hogwarts and lay there in a never ending pit of depression and self pity!" I snapped.
"You died and were brought back to life. Through a very special object." He continued.
"Let me g-what?" I stopped and stared at him.
"The Stone of Power. Where is it?" He asked.
"I don't KNOW! Let me go!" I shouted.
"You can go anytime you like. No one is forcing you." He said. I stood up and walked out of the room. Hey, he was right. As I shut the door behind me, I looked up and down the hallways. They were white tiled and stretched far. Nothing but doors either side. I took a deep breath, and went down one way. People passed me but they seemed to completely ignore me.
"Excuse me, where am I?" I asked a passing man.
"Hallway nine, division fourteen, subdivision three, between door fifty- three and fifty-two." He said and walked away. Oh that SO helped. I looked around and went down the hall. Finally I knocked on a door.
"Come in." Called a voice. I walked into a room. There was an extremely curvy young woman wearing rather tight clothes. "Do you have an appointment?" She asked.
"I-uh.... not really but I'm just wondering if-"
"Come in!" Shouted a voice from beyond another door. I went in and found a large office with a large desk and a large swivel chair.
"Listen, I don't even know where I am." I told the chair. "I think someone kidnapped me and-and brought me here."
"Let me guess. 'Sir'?" Asked a voice.
"Yes! That's what he said to-to called him and he-he was interested in-well where am I?" I asked. The chair turned and I gasped. There sat an overgrown ferret? "You're in my office, that's where you are." He said, hopping onto the desk.
"What are you-I mean WHO! Who are you?" I corrected myself.
"My name is Mickey, I'm a Jarvey and any thick-headed wizard could see that!" He insisted, licking his paw and turned a page in the large book on his desk. "I'm head of the Jarvey operations here."
"And-and-and where is here?" I asked nervously.
"Hallway nine, division fourteen, subdivision five, in the office of Mickey, head of Jarvey operations." Mickey said.
"Wait, I thought Jarveys couldn't-couldn't talk normally just say-just say short rude and-and mean things." I stammered.
"I am a special Jarvey, nitwit." He insisted. "And a sexy one."
"Uh. .... " I said slowly. "How do I get out of here?"
"Use the door, carrot-top." Mickey snapped.
"No, not out of this office out of this entire place!" I said, stomping my foot.
"I am just in charge of Jarvey things. Are you a Jarvey?"
"No."
"Then figure it out yourself its not my job to do that." Mickey straightened the pile of papers on his desk and pressed a button. The secretary came in. "Isn't she pretty? She's the only human I'm in charge of here. Take these papers and file them. Yes thank you, sweet cheeks." He smacked her rear end with his paw as she left. "Anyway, goodbye."
"Please, I need to get out of here!" I begged.
"Ask a human." He said.
"I've tried!" I insisted.
Mickey sighed and shook his head. "Fine, I'll help you. The things I do...." He scurried up onto my shoulder. "Okay go on out." I felt odd but left the office and went back into the hallway. "Where are you from?"
"Uh, England?" I said.
"Where IN." He said.
"I was at Hogwarts." I said.
"Hogwarts.... okay..... go down to your right." I walked down the hall to my right and kept walking. Nobody even paid attention to me. "Go through that door." Mickey pointed at a large white door and I went through. There were three long hallways branching out. "The one on the left." I went down that. We went through a labyrinth of corridors (how did he know his way through?!) until finally he guided me through a thin black door.
We went through. All it was was a room and another door that was pale blue. And there was Sir. "I thought you might show up here. Hello Mickey." He said.
"Hello bastard." Mickey said in reply. I raised my eyebrows but said nothing.
"Now then. Ron, we need to talk."
"No. I am going back to Hogwarts." I reached for the door put Sir pulled out a wand and my hand was shocked.
"Let him through." Mickey snapped.
"No. I need to talk to-"
"You need to walk off a cliff and get smashed into tiny bits of bloody mush." Mickey said.
"Mickey, this is not your affair. Go back to your office and get back to work." Sir said.
"No. You can't control me!" Mickey shouted. Sir aimed his wand at me.
"Ron will tell me what I need to know or else-" The door suddenly flung open and smashed Sir in the face.
"Oh, oops." I blinked as Dumbledore came in the room. "I'm so sorry." He said but was obviously not sorry.
"Professor!" I said.
"Beard guy!" Mickey exclaimed.
"Hello Ron, Mickey." Dumbledore said with a smile then turned to Sir. "I suggest you go back to your office and get your nose healed."
Sir, clutching his nose, glared at us and left. "Thank you, Professor." I said.
"You are welcome, Ron. Thank you, Mickey. Here." Dumbledore handed Mickey a bottle of Butterbeer.
"WHOO HOO! Thank you, beard guy!" Mickey scrambled off my shoulder and left. Dumbledore guided me through the door and I found I was in his office.
"Thank you, Professor." I said, bewildered. "What was-what happened-what was-?"
"It's too much for you to understand right now, Ron. That man is Sir. No one knows his real name. You remember Crouch?"
"Yes." I said, still confused.
"Sir is a lot like him. He wants to know about the Stone and will stop at nothing to get it."
"Why?" I asked.
"To prevent Voldemort from getting it. He wanted to destroy it when your spirit was in it. Which, of course, would prevent you from coming back." He said.
My jaw dropped. "He was really going to-"
"Yes." Dumbledore said with a sigh. "Anyway, you're safe now. Go on, its morning time for school." He nodded for me to leave. As I left, I looked around but the door to that place was gone.
*** (Peggy's point of view)
"Ugh...." I slowly sat up, feeling my head pounding and my stomach yelling for food. I got dressed and went down to breakfast. I had quite a few helpings and then took some medicine for my headache. By the time the first class started, my headache had gone away. I tried concentrating in class, but felt.... .... .... weird. I groaned slightly, and leaned forward against my desk. I was extremely glad when class was over.
"Are you feeling okay??" Jasmine asked me after class.
"Not really." I admitted, clutching my stomach.
"Maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey." She suggested. "Or wait, our next class is Healings, you could stay afterwards and talk to Emerin."
"Okay...." I moaned. We went to the class and I could hardly pay attention. I was paired up with Draco still.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Wow, you're showing concern for someone other then yourself or Jasmine! Draco! I am so proud!" I said happily.
Draco scowled. "Just answer me."
"I don't think I'm okay." I admitted.
"Then stay away from me. I don't want to catch anything." He said, scooting away.
After class I stayed, and stepped forward. "Emerin." I said.
"Yes Peggy?" She asked.
"I'm not feeling well. I feel really horrible." I said.
"Hmm.... let's see." She took my temperature and did other things to examine me.
"Well?" I asked nervously when she was done.
"Peggy, I couldn't find a single thing wrong with you." She said.
"But I'm sick!" I insisted. "My stomach feels so nasty!"
"Did you eat today?" She asked.
"Yes! Like, fifteen helpings!" I said.
"Maybe you ate too much." She pondered.
I frowned. "No, I felt weird before I ate." I said.
"Well, in any case I can't find anything wrong with you. Go see Madame Pomfrey."
"All right. Thanks anyway." I said with a sigh, and went to see if Madame Pomfrey could find out what was wrong with me.
***
"Nothing." Pomfrey said when she was done examining me.
"Nothing?" I asked with a frown.
"I'm sorry, dear, but there is nothing wrong with you."
"But I feel so horrible." I said, stamping my foot. "Horrible, horrible, horrible!"
"Go to lunch." She said. I was feeling rather ravenous. I sighed and went into the Great Hall. I looked around for Jasmine, but she wasn't there. I also noticed Draco wasn't there either. I looked and saw Harry was sitting with Luna. Hermione was sitting by herself, so I went to sit with her. "Hi." I said.
"Oh, hey Peggy." She said and frowned, noticing my upset face. "What's wrong?"
"I feel horrible." I moaned as I put food on my plate.
"Then you shouldn't eat." Hermione said.
"I am so hungry." I grumbled.
"Okay, okay. Eat." She said. I slumped forward and began eating. "So.. . why'd you sit with me? I don't mind, of course, just curious."
"You were alone." I said.
"So is Ron." Hermione said. I glanced down. Ron had isolated himself and was eating his lunch slowly.
"I can't sit with Ron." I said quietly.
"Peggy, you still love him, don't you?" She asked. I looked up at her. I felt as if everything inside of me was screaming to be let out. My bottom lip began trembling and I started crying.
"Yes."
"Then why don't you get back with him?" She asked, surprised I was crying.
"I can't, Hermione." I said, covering my face.
"Yes you can, Peggy. And you should."
"No, you don't understand. I want to but I can't." I said, voice muffled.
"Why not?"
"I'm not at liberty to say." I muttered.
"Okay then." Hermione said gently. "You don't have to."
"Hermione, why are you being so nice to me? I know you don't like me." I said.
"How did-I mean ofcourse I like you." She said quickly.
"You don't trust me. Neither does Harry. So why are you being so nice?" I demanded.
"Well.. .." She began and set her fork down. "I am beginning to know how you feel. About people asking you things, and you not being able to answer them."
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes. Harry and Ron are always asking what I do with Viktor when I visit him. I don't do anything BAD. But, I just.. . I don't.. .."
"You don't want them prying into your life cause its your life." I said.
"Exactly. They are both so sweet. I don't know how I could of gotten through my school years without them. They are my best friends. I feel like I can tell them almost everything. Almost, mind you." She added.
"I had a friend like that." I said quietly.
"Er, Amy?" She asked hesitantly.
"No, not Amy." I said, shaking my head. "Someone else. A boy. He was my best friend. We did tell each other everything. There was nothing one of us did, that the other didn't know about. Its like we... we were psychically connected. One time I knew he had gotten hurt even though we were far apart."
"What happened to him?" Hermione asked.
"Torn apart. I moved to America and.. . . we didn't see each other for years." I began to feel homesick for him.
"You're not originally from America?" Hermione asked.
"No. My mom was from here, from England. And my dad was from.. .. okay well actually America, but I'm not from-" I stopped short and sat up.
"What is it, Peg?"
"Nothing." I said quickly. "Nothing at all. I think I'm going to lay down for a while." I quickly finished my meal, and went to my dorm. Now why had I shared all that with Hermione?
*** (Ron's point of view)
My mind often wandered back to that strange place... it had been weeks since I was taken there. I had been taken there January fifth, and it was now February first. And we had just won our second Quidditch game. It had been against Hufflepuff, and we beat them by thirty points. But my mind was not in the game. My mind was on that place. Where was it? What was it?
Another thing, was Peggy seemed to be getting weird. I was very worried about her.
Saturday night, after we finished partying for our win against Hufflepuff, I went to sleep very quickly. My dream started in the common room. I was sitting by the fireplace, reading when Peggy walked down. "Hi Peggy." I said.
"Ron.. ." She moaned, clutching her stomach.
I frowned, and put my book down. "Peg, what is it?"
"I need to see Madame Pomfrey. Please, it is of the utmost importance I see Madame Pomfrey!" She said, grabbing my arm. "Take me there even if I fight."
And then I woke up, slightly confused. I knew it was a (short) vision- dream. And it was so obvious what it was telling me to do. Take Peggy to Madame Pomfrey??
***
"Ron, I'm fine. You don't need to do this." Peggy said. I was gripping her shoulders, and pushing her down the hall.
"Listen, I still care about you. And I had a dream-vision telling me to take you to Madame Pomfrey's. So to Madame Pomfrey's, I am taking you."
"Ron..." She sighed but didn't fight. We got to the hospital wing and I demanded Pomfrey look her over.
"Nothing is wrong with her." Pomfrey said when she was done.
"See?" Peggy asked.
"Check her over more thoroughly!" I demanded.
Pomfrey scowled, but did just that. This time she started to frown. "That is..." She trailed off and tapped Peggy's middle with her wand and said a spell. The end of her wand slowly glowed white. "Oh..." Pomfrey quickly pulled her wand away.
"What is it? Is something wrong with me?" Peggy asked nervously.
"In.. a way..." Pomfrey said slowly, frowning. She did the same thing and once more the end of her wand glowed white.
"What's wrong?" I asked nervously, looking at Peggy. She looked back at me.
"I need to speak to her alone." Pomfrey said. Peggy squeezed my hand slightly before I went outside the wing to wait. I paced about, checking my watch and pulling at some tufts of my hair nervously. I began to feel impatient and tired and nervous. I kept putting my ear to the door to try and hear something-anything-but there was a soundproof spell on it.
After what seemed to be hours, the door opened and Peggy stood there. "What is it?" I asked, eyes wide with worry. "What's wrong?"
"I'm fine." She said in a very faint voice.
"No you're not, what is it?" I demanded.
"Don't worry." She said faintly.
"What, do you have a deadly disease?!" I asked, voice rising slightly in nervousness.
"I'm not sick. I'm fine." She said, in an even fainter voice. Her face was pale, and she was trembling.
"Peggy, something is wrong." I said, gripping her hands. "I know we're not together anymore but I still love you, and care about you. Now what's wrong?!" I demanded.
"I need to-to go lay down..." She said, eyes wide. She took a deep breath, pulled away from me, and ran down the halls.
I scowled and stormed after her. Right up into the girls dorm, where she was outstretched on her bed. Crying. "Peg. Luv. What is it?" I asked, rubbing her back.
"Go 'way, Ron." She said, voice muffled since her face was buried in her pillow.
"Peggy, honey, what's wrong? What is it?" I asked.
"Please, Ron, I don't want company right now."
"Will you tell me later?" I asked.
"Later." She mumbled. I stood up then, hesitating slightly, leaned down and kissed the side of her head. I turned, and left the girls dorms, feeling very worried.
***
Peggy stared at the ceiling of her dorm, above her bed. How could this of happened? Well of course she knew how. She wasn't thick.
But still...
"Peggy?" She heard Jasmine's voice on the other side of the curtains. Ofcourse her friends were worried. She had not left her bed (except to go to the bathroom) since she curled up in it Sunday the second. It was now Tuesday the Fourth.
She wasn't that hungry cause her friends brought her up food. "What?" Peggy asked, staring at the deep scarlet to her side.
"Come out of bed. You've been in there two straight days." Hermione said. "I don't want to." Peggy said. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. "Leave me alone."
"Peggy..." Jasmine said and pushed the curtains aside. Peggy was in a mess. Her hair was tangled and her clothes two days old. Peggy looked up and stared at Jasmine with hollow eyes through her glasses. "Come on."
"I don't want to, Jasmine." She managed to get out of her dry throat.
"What is wrong, Peggy?" Hermione asked, sitting on the end of her bed.
"Please just go away." She whispered.
"We are your friends and won't go till you tell us what is wrong." Jasmine said, sitting next to Peggy and putting a hand on her shoulder.
Peggy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Ron made me go see Madame Pomfrey on Sunday." She said.
"And?" Hermione asked.
Peggy looked at the two of them and blinked back tears. "I'm pregnant."
*** (Jasmine's point of view)
"No wonder she hasn't left her bed for two straight days." Hermione whispered.
"I know." I said, pushing my hair back. It had been a couple hours since she told us, and I was still in total shock. Peggy was pregnant? I sighed and stared down at the desk.
"I wonder if... if Ron knows." Hermione pondered, looking over at Ron. I mean, who else would be the father?!
He was stretched out on a couch near the fire, on his back. His ankles were crossed and he had a book propped up, open, on his chest as he read. "I doubt it."
"I wonder if she'll tell him." Hermione said, still staring at Ron. The look on her face was very plain: 'Ron did that?!'.
"Eventually." I said.
"Eventually what?" We jumped as Harry appeared and sat down, drinking from a water bottle.
"Eventually... we'll.... be... out of school."
"Yeah. Uh, Jasmine and I were talking about what we want to do when we're out of school." Hermione said.
"So, Harry, what do you want to do?" I asked.
"I dunno. Probably play professional Quidditch." He said with a shrug.
I smiled at my brother. "You'll do great."
"What about you two?" He asked.
"Uh..." Hermione said and then made a sound that sort of sounded like 'bduh'. "I uh.. teacher." She said, tucking some of her bushy hair back. "Yeah. Teacher."
"I dunno what I'd like to do." I realized. I smiled slyly at my brother. "Maybe I'll become a hooker."
Harry, who had just taken a drink, spit it out all over Hermione. "Ugh, Harry!"
"Jasmine!"
"Joking!"
"You better be." Harry said, glaring ferociously at Jasmine. "You gave me a heart attack."
Jasmine just smiled and patted Harry's arm. "Harry, I'd never do that."
"You better not or I'll destroy you." Harry snapped. "Sorry, Hermione."
"It's okay." Hermione said, mopping the water off of her.
"Where's Peggy?" Harry asked.
"Oh, uh, up in her dorm." Jasmine said.
"She has been up there for two days!" Harry said.
"She's not doing well." Hermione said.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She-" The two girls looked at each other.
"What? What is it?" Harry asked, sitting back.
"Nothing." Jasmine said quickly.
"What is wrong with Peggy?" Harry asked.
"We can't tell you." Hermione said quietly.
"Why not?"
"Its personal." Jasmine said, wrapping a red lock around her finger. "Very personal."
"Is it deadly?" Harry asked, frowning.
"Er, most likely not."
"Most likely?!" Harry demanded.
"She's..." Hermione took a deep breath.
"You've got to swear not to tell anyone." Jasmine said.
"I promise."
"Especially not Ron." Jasmine said quickly.
"Okay." Harry said, confused.
"Peggy is.. .." The two girls looked at each other.
"She is probably going to kill us for telling you but.. .." Hermione looked at Jasmine.
"Peggy is.. .. er." Jasmine bit her lip. "She's.. .. pregnant."
Harry once again spit out his water. "What?!"
"Shhhh!" The girls insisted.
"Peggy's-?" Harry hissed.
"Yes." Hermione said.
"That's what I figured she and Ron were doing Christmas." Harry mumbled, glancing at Ron. "Does he know?"
"No. We're the only ones who know. Plus Pomfrey." Hermione said.
"Poor girl..." Harry muttered, looking up the girls dorm.
"Don't tell her we told you." Jasmine begged.
"I won't." Harry promised.
*** (Ron's point of view)
I glanced over at Peggy, who was picking at her breakfast. I studied her sad face. What was wrong? I had a feeling Harry, Hermione, and Jasmine knew what was wrong. Every time we talked, they seemed odd. And Hermione didn't like talking to me much. Not that I MINDED. It was just... weird.
Peggy glanced up and our eyes locked. She looked as if she had been crying. I smiled, and she looked away. Was she deadly sick? Was that what was wrong? Was she just afraid to tell me?
I glanced over at Harry, who was talking with Luna. I got up, and walked over. "Are you serious?" I heard Luna asked.
"Yeah, that's what Peggy told-" Harry stopped and looked at me. "Oh, hello Ron."
"Hi Harry, hi Luna." I said, folding my arms.
"Er, hi Ron." Luna said, biting her bottom lip.
"Okay, you know what is wrong with Peggy." I said. "So what is wrong?"
"Nothing." They both said quickly.
"Tell me!" I demanded.
"Tell you what?" Harry asked. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him right off his seat.
"You know damn well what." I hissed.
"Ron, I have no clue as of what you are meaning." He said. I groaned and let go.
"Luna." I said.
"Ron." She replied.
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"You-ARGH!" I whirled around and stormed off. Yes, Harry knew and now Luna did, too. I knew Hermione and Jasmine knew as well.
And, of course, Peggy. I glared at her and walked over. "Hullo, Peg." I said.
"Hi Ron." She said, wiping her eyes. So she had been crying.
"What is it?" I asked, sitting down.
"What is what?" She asked quickly.
"What is wrong with you." I said.
"Nothing. I swear it, nothing." She replied.
"Peggy, please. Tell me." I begged.
"Ron, I am fine. I just-I'm fine." She picked up her bag, smiled, and walked off.
I sighed and leaned against the table, wondering how many other people would find out what was wrong with her before I did.
***
Within the next two weeks, Luna had confided the secret to Lupus. Who felt he should tell Ginny (after all they were on the fringe of becoming girlfriend/boyfriend). Ginny was completely shocked, ofcourse. And after her friends drilled her, she told the rest of the fifth year girls. One of them felt compelled to tell her boyfriend, a seventh year. He told the rest of the seventh years. One of them informed HIS girlfriend, a fifth year Ravenclaw who told all her friends. One of them told her little sister, who told her boyfriend (a third year Gryffindor) who told the rest of the third year boys. Dennis Creevy whispered the announcement to his big brother Colin. He told the rest of the fifth year boys. One of them told Donnie Thomas, who told his cousin Dean, who was completely shocked. It would of ended with that, but Neville Longbottom overheard. Neville decided to tell his girlfriend, a fourth year Ravenclaw. She told the other fourth year girls who told the third years. One of them passed this news on to her big sister, a sixth year. Who informed the rest of the sixth year Ravenclaw girls. Padma Patil wondered if her twin knew this news, and so told her. Parvati told Rose and Lavender. Lavender reported this to her boyfriend, Seamus Finnigin. Meanwhile, another sixth year Ravenclaw girl informed her boyfriend who told all his friends. A Slytherin overheard, and smirked the news to the rest of the common room. Draco went straight to Jasmine and wondered if this was all true. She said 'yes' but at that moment, Remus passed by and wanted to know if what was true. Jasmine sighed as she told him. Remus went straight to Trixie and told her the news and also Ivana, Sirius, Emerin and Bert who was there as well. Later that day as they were talking about it, Dumbledore found this piece of news. Meanwhile, the news was passed along until the entire school knew it. Even the owls in the owlry. Everyone in the ENTIRE school knew! Except, of course, Ron.
***
Peggy glanced up as people passed her in the library. They looked at her, and whispered. That had been happening a lot the past few days. She wasn't sure what was up, though.
"So, is it true?" Rose had appeared.
"Is what true?" Peggy asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"You're pregnant." Rose sneered.
"What?!" Peggy demanded. She was not even two months in. Was she already showing?
"You are pregnant."
"How did you find out?" Peggy hissed.
"Oh please, the whole school knows about it." Rose said.
"They WHAT?!" Peggy shrieked.
"SSH!" The librarian hissed.
"Yeah, the entire, like, school knows. So who's the father? Who would even get THAT close to you?" She demanded. Peggy stood up and slapped Rose across the face. She grabbed her bag, and stormed out of the library.
Whispers surrounded her as she walked. So that was it. The whole school knew. How could this of happened? The only people who knew were her, Pomfrey, Jasmine and Her-no. They wouldn't of told. Peggy found them and demanded they tell her if they told. "Yes." Jasmine admitted.
"Who did you tell?!" Peggy demanded, tears streaming down her face.
"Just Harry! He was really worried!" Hermione promised.
"Then how come the entire SCHOOL KNOWS?!" Peggy yelled.
"Maybe Harry told." Hermione suggested.
"That little-" Peggy stopped, and stormed up to the boys dorm. She walked into the sixth year boys dorm room, and found Harry changing. He screamed, and fell behind his bed.
"Peggy! You're not supposed to be-" He began but Peggy grabbed a paperweight and threw it at him.
"YOU BASTARD!" She screamed.
"WHAT?!" He demanded, ducking. The paperweight fell to the floor with a heavy 'thud'.
"Jasmine and Hermione told you and you TOLD!" Peggy screamed, looking for something else to chuck. She didn't know why she was acting this way. Sure she was mad but sheesh! She was way overreacting. It must be the hormones.
"I swear I only told Luna!" Harry said, making sure the curtains were wrapped around him.
"YOU LITTLE-what?" Peggy asked, stopping right before she threw an empty glass.
"I promise and swear and all that stuff I just told Luna!!! She wanted to know why I was so worried!" Harry said.
"Oh." Peggy dropped the glass to the floor. "Uh, sorry about this. I'll just, uh, go and leave you to be, uh, naked in peace." Peggy turned and left, to find Luna. After she found her and screamed, Luna promised she only told Lupus. Lupus swore he only told Ginny. Ginny broke down and cried, admitting she told her friends.
Peggy turned, and trudged back to the common room. Great, the whole WORLD knew about her personal life. Oh shoot. Peggy stopped in the middle of the common room, staring at Ron. He knew. He knew! Ron looked up at her, and quickly stood up. "Peggy, we need to talk." He said.
Peggy backed up, and ran up to her dorm. She locked the girls door and backed against the wall. Soon enough, Ron was pounding on the door. "Peggy, unlock this door we NEED to talk!"
"Go away!" Peggy yelled.
"NO!... Alohomora!" The door swung open and Ron walked in. "Peggy, what is wrong?!" He demanded.
"You know what is wrong." She sniffled, feeling horrible.
"No I DON'T NOW TELL ME!!!!" Ron screamed.
"You don't know?" Peggy asked.
"NO!" Ron shouted.
"Uh, nothing's wrong bye!" She shoved him out the door and shut it. Whew, that was close.
*** (Ron's point of view)
I picked at my breakfast, feeling like a loser. Something was incredibly wrong with Peggy, and I was probably the only one in the entire school who didn't know!
I glanced up as Pig flew in. Carrying a Howler. Everyone watched as Pig dropped the letter in front of me, hooting happily. I stared at the Howler in confusion. What was this for?
Frowning, I nervously opened it. My mother's voice rang out through the Hall.
"HOW DARE YOU DO SUCH A THING?! YOUR FATHER AND I ARE COMPLETELY EMBARRASSED, YOU ONLY BEING 16!!! I AM SHOCKED! SHOCKED!!!! I EXPECTED BETTER THINGS FROM YOU, YOUNG MAN!"
I was, ofcourse, completely confused. What the hell was mum talking about?!
"WHY DID YOU GO AND DO A THING LIKE THAT?! HOW COULD YOU?! AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?! NO, WE HAD TO HEAR THE NEWS FROM BILL!!! AS SOON AS YOU GET HOME, RONALD MATTHIAS WEASLEY THE THIRD, YOU ARE GROUNDED!"
With this the Howler turned to ashes. I stared at it, jaw dropped, as laughter surrounded me. What was that all about?
I heard someone crying, and looked over at Peggy. She had her face covered with her hands, and was sobbing. She grabbed her bag, and quickly ran from the hall.
***
It was time. I was going to confront Peggy, and demand she tell me. If she didn't, I'd-uh-demand harder!
We were in her dorm, and she refused to tell me. "You will tell me now, Peggy, or so help me I'll-"
"You'll what?" She demanded.
"I'll-I'll use the truth curse on you!" I threatened. I knew I wouldn't but she didn't know that.
"Ron." She said, wiping her eyes.
"TELL ME!" I shouted. I grabbed her shoulders, and gripped tightly. "You will tell me right this second, Peggy."
"I can't." She said, staring at the floor. I shook her slightly.
"TELL ME!"
"I'm pregnant." She cried out.
I let go of her. "See, it wasn't that hard to tell me. I mean, is that all? I thought you had a deadly disease and was going to die in a month or something." I said.
"Uh, did you hear me?" She asked.
"Of course I heard you. I'm glad I finally found out, after all the entire school knows and-" I stopped short, blinking, and staring at her. "What?"
"I said I'm pregnant." She repeated.
"No. You can't be pregnant." I said, taking a step back.
"I am." She said, sniffling.
"No. You CAN'T be!" I shouted.
"Well I AM!" She shouted back, and burst into tears.
"You. Are. PREGNANT?!" I demanded. For an answer, she just cried. And as an answer for that, I fainted.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN- SHOCKED!!!!! (Jasmine's point of view)
I was extremely pleased when Draco and I came home from the Holidays and found Harry and Luna were now dating. But horrified by the news of Ron and Peggy's break up. I also noticed Lupus and Ginny getting a bit chummy. Let's see.... I had a great time with my family with Draco. They were still tense around each other but getting along fairly well. Hermione insisted she had a great time with Viktor, but other then that refused to tell me anything else. Sirius and Trixie told me the good news. The last of their old comrades, Bert, came. Other then that.... nothing new. At least, not for me.
A/N in this section you are going to be meeting my most popular made up character. Everyone who has read just a little about M loves him. He's probably the best character I've ever made up. And to imagine his voice, imagine Eddie Murphy's voice. *** (Ron's point of view)
I slowly opened my eyes, the room around me coming in focus. The last thing I remembered was someone standing over my bed then everything going black.
I was sitting in a high backed scarlet chair, in a large room. I rubbed my eyes, feeling very confused. "Comfortable?" I jerked and turned to see an extremely creepy man.
"Where am I?" I demanded.
"Oh that is not important, Ron."
"How do you know my name? What am I doing here? And who are you?" I demanded angrily.
"How I know your name, and who I am aren't important. You can call me. .... 'Sir'."
"No way you bastard." I snapped. He clenched his fists but smiled.
"Now then. You're different and -"
"I want to go back to Hogwarts and lay there in a never ending pit of depression and self pity!" I snapped.
"You died and were brought back to life. Through a very special object." He continued.
"Let me g-what?" I stopped and stared at him.
"The Stone of Power. Where is it?" He asked.
"I don't KNOW! Let me go!" I shouted.
"You can go anytime you like. No one is forcing you." He said. I stood up and walked out of the room. Hey, he was right. As I shut the door behind me, I looked up and down the hallways. They were white tiled and stretched far. Nothing but doors either side. I took a deep breath, and went down one way. People passed me but they seemed to completely ignore me.
"Excuse me, where am I?" I asked a passing man.
"Hallway nine, division fourteen, subdivision three, between door fifty- three and fifty-two." He said and walked away. Oh that SO helped. I looked around and went down the hall. Finally I knocked on a door.
"Come in." Called a voice. I walked into a room. There was an extremely curvy young woman wearing rather tight clothes. "Do you have an appointment?" She asked.
"I-uh.... not really but I'm just wondering if-"
"Come in!" Shouted a voice from beyond another door. I went in and found a large office with a large desk and a large swivel chair.
"Listen, I don't even know where I am." I told the chair. "I think someone kidnapped me and-and brought me here."
"Let me guess. 'Sir'?" Asked a voice.
"Yes! That's what he said to-to called him and he-he was interested in-well where am I?" I asked. The chair turned and I gasped. There sat an overgrown ferret? "You're in my office, that's where you are." He said, hopping onto the desk.
"What are you-I mean WHO! Who are you?" I corrected myself.
"My name is Mickey, I'm a Jarvey and any thick-headed wizard could see that!" He insisted, licking his paw and turned a page in the large book on his desk. "I'm head of the Jarvey operations here."
"And-and-and where is here?" I asked nervously.
"Hallway nine, division fourteen, subdivision five, in the office of Mickey, head of Jarvey operations." Mickey said.
"Wait, I thought Jarveys couldn't-couldn't talk normally just say-just say short rude and-and mean things." I stammered.
"I am a special Jarvey, nitwit." He insisted. "And a sexy one."
"Uh. .... " I said slowly. "How do I get out of here?"
"Use the door, carrot-top." Mickey snapped.
"No, not out of this office out of this entire place!" I said, stomping my foot.
"I am just in charge of Jarvey things. Are you a Jarvey?"
"No."
"Then figure it out yourself its not my job to do that." Mickey straightened the pile of papers on his desk and pressed a button. The secretary came in. "Isn't she pretty? She's the only human I'm in charge of here. Take these papers and file them. Yes thank you, sweet cheeks." He smacked her rear end with his paw as she left. "Anyway, goodbye."
"Please, I need to get out of here!" I begged.
"Ask a human." He said.
"I've tried!" I insisted.
Mickey sighed and shook his head. "Fine, I'll help you. The things I do...." He scurried up onto my shoulder. "Okay go on out." I felt odd but left the office and went back into the hallway. "Where are you from?"
"Uh, England?" I said.
"Where IN." He said.
"I was at Hogwarts." I said.
"Hogwarts.... okay..... go down to your right." I walked down the hall to my right and kept walking. Nobody even paid attention to me. "Go through that door." Mickey pointed at a large white door and I went through. There were three long hallways branching out. "The one on the left." I went down that. We went through a labyrinth of corridors (how did he know his way through?!) until finally he guided me through a thin black door.
We went through. All it was was a room and another door that was pale blue. And there was Sir. "I thought you might show up here. Hello Mickey." He said.
"Hello bastard." Mickey said in reply. I raised my eyebrows but said nothing.
"Now then. Ron, we need to talk."
"No. I am going back to Hogwarts." I reached for the door put Sir pulled out a wand and my hand was shocked.
"Let him through." Mickey snapped.
"No. I need to talk to-"
"You need to walk off a cliff and get smashed into tiny bits of bloody mush." Mickey said.
"Mickey, this is not your affair. Go back to your office and get back to work." Sir said.
"No. You can't control me!" Mickey shouted. Sir aimed his wand at me.
"Ron will tell me what I need to know or else-" The door suddenly flung open and smashed Sir in the face.
"Oh, oops." I blinked as Dumbledore came in the room. "I'm so sorry." He said but was obviously not sorry.
"Professor!" I said.
"Beard guy!" Mickey exclaimed.
"Hello Ron, Mickey." Dumbledore said with a smile then turned to Sir. "I suggest you go back to your office and get your nose healed."
Sir, clutching his nose, glared at us and left. "Thank you, Professor." I said.
"You are welcome, Ron. Thank you, Mickey. Here." Dumbledore handed Mickey a bottle of Butterbeer.
"WHOO HOO! Thank you, beard guy!" Mickey scrambled off my shoulder and left. Dumbledore guided me through the door and I found I was in his office.
"Thank you, Professor." I said, bewildered. "What was-what happened-what was-?"
"It's too much for you to understand right now, Ron. That man is Sir. No one knows his real name. You remember Crouch?"
"Yes." I said, still confused.
"Sir is a lot like him. He wants to know about the Stone and will stop at nothing to get it."
"Why?" I asked.
"To prevent Voldemort from getting it. He wanted to destroy it when your spirit was in it. Which, of course, would prevent you from coming back." He said.
My jaw dropped. "He was really going to-"
"Yes." Dumbledore said with a sigh. "Anyway, you're safe now. Go on, its morning time for school." He nodded for me to leave. As I left, I looked around but the door to that place was gone.
*** (Peggy's point of view)
"Ugh...." I slowly sat up, feeling my head pounding and my stomach yelling for food. I got dressed and went down to breakfast. I had quite a few helpings and then took some medicine for my headache. By the time the first class started, my headache had gone away. I tried concentrating in class, but felt.... .... .... weird. I groaned slightly, and leaned forward against my desk. I was extremely glad when class was over.
"Are you feeling okay??" Jasmine asked me after class.
"Not really." I admitted, clutching my stomach.
"Maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey." She suggested. "Or wait, our next class is Healings, you could stay afterwards and talk to Emerin."
"Okay...." I moaned. We went to the class and I could hardly pay attention. I was paired up with Draco still.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Wow, you're showing concern for someone other then yourself or Jasmine! Draco! I am so proud!" I said happily.
Draco scowled. "Just answer me."
"I don't think I'm okay." I admitted.
"Then stay away from me. I don't want to catch anything." He said, scooting away.
After class I stayed, and stepped forward. "Emerin." I said.
"Yes Peggy?" She asked.
"I'm not feeling well. I feel really horrible." I said.
"Hmm.... let's see." She took my temperature and did other things to examine me.
"Well?" I asked nervously when she was done.
"Peggy, I couldn't find a single thing wrong with you." She said.
"But I'm sick!" I insisted. "My stomach feels so nasty!"
"Did you eat today?" She asked.
"Yes! Like, fifteen helpings!" I said.
"Maybe you ate too much." She pondered.
I frowned. "No, I felt weird before I ate." I said.
"Well, in any case I can't find anything wrong with you. Go see Madame Pomfrey."
"All right. Thanks anyway." I said with a sigh, and went to see if Madame Pomfrey could find out what was wrong with me.
***
"Nothing." Pomfrey said when she was done examining me.
"Nothing?" I asked with a frown.
"I'm sorry, dear, but there is nothing wrong with you."
"But I feel so horrible." I said, stamping my foot. "Horrible, horrible, horrible!"
"Go to lunch." She said. I was feeling rather ravenous. I sighed and went into the Great Hall. I looked around for Jasmine, but she wasn't there. I also noticed Draco wasn't there either. I looked and saw Harry was sitting with Luna. Hermione was sitting by herself, so I went to sit with her. "Hi." I said.
"Oh, hey Peggy." She said and frowned, noticing my upset face. "What's wrong?"
"I feel horrible." I moaned as I put food on my plate.
"Then you shouldn't eat." Hermione said.
"I am so hungry." I grumbled.
"Okay, okay. Eat." She said. I slumped forward and began eating. "So.. . why'd you sit with me? I don't mind, of course, just curious."
"You were alone." I said.
"So is Ron." Hermione said. I glanced down. Ron had isolated himself and was eating his lunch slowly.
"I can't sit with Ron." I said quietly.
"Peggy, you still love him, don't you?" She asked. I looked up at her. I felt as if everything inside of me was screaming to be let out. My bottom lip began trembling and I started crying.
"Yes."
"Then why don't you get back with him?" She asked, surprised I was crying.
"I can't, Hermione." I said, covering my face.
"Yes you can, Peggy. And you should."
"No, you don't understand. I want to but I can't." I said, voice muffled.
"Why not?"
"I'm not at liberty to say." I muttered.
"Okay then." Hermione said gently. "You don't have to."
"Hermione, why are you being so nice to me? I know you don't like me." I said.
"How did-I mean ofcourse I like you." She said quickly.
"You don't trust me. Neither does Harry. So why are you being so nice?" I demanded.
"Well.. .." She began and set her fork down. "I am beginning to know how you feel. About people asking you things, and you not being able to answer them."
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes. Harry and Ron are always asking what I do with Viktor when I visit him. I don't do anything BAD. But, I just.. . I don't.. .."
"You don't want them prying into your life cause its your life." I said.
"Exactly. They are both so sweet. I don't know how I could of gotten through my school years without them. They are my best friends. I feel like I can tell them almost everything. Almost, mind you." She added.
"I had a friend like that." I said quietly.
"Er, Amy?" She asked hesitantly.
"No, not Amy." I said, shaking my head. "Someone else. A boy. He was my best friend. We did tell each other everything. There was nothing one of us did, that the other didn't know about. Its like we... we were psychically connected. One time I knew he had gotten hurt even though we were far apart."
"What happened to him?" Hermione asked.
"Torn apart. I moved to America and.. . . we didn't see each other for years." I began to feel homesick for him.
"You're not originally from America?" Hermione asked.
"No. My mom was from here, from England. And my dad was from.. .. okay well actually America, but I'm not from-" I stopped short and sat up.
"What is it, Peg?"
"Nothing." I said quickly. "Nothing at all. I think I'm going to lay down for a while." I quickly finished my meal, and went to my dorm. Now why had I shared all that with Hermione?
*** (Ron's point of view)
My mind often wandered back to that strange place... it had been weeks since I was taken there. I had been taken there January fifth, and it was now February first. And we had just won our second Quidditch game. It had been against Hufflepuff, and we beat them by thirty points. But my mind was not in the game. My mind was on that place. Where was it? What was it?
Another thing, was Peggy seemed to be getting weird. I was very worried about her.
Saturday night, after we finished partying for our win against Hufflepuff, I went to sleep very quickly. My dream started in the common room. I was sitting by the fireplace, reading when Peggy walked down. "Hi Peggy." I said.
"Ron.. ." She moaned, clutching her stomach.
I frowned, and put my book down. "Peg, what is it?"
"I need to see Madame Pomfrey. Please, it is of the utmost importance I see Madame Pomfrey!" She said, grabbing my arm. "Take me there even if I fight."
And then I woke up, slightly confused. I knew it was a (short) vision- dream. And it was so obvious what it was telling me to do. Take Peggy to Madame Pomfrey??
***
"Ron, I'm fine. You don't need to do this." Peggy said. I was gripping her shoulders, and pushing her down the hall.
"Listen, I still care about you. And I had a dream-vision telling me to take you to Madame Pomfrey's. So to Madame Pomfrey's, I am taking you."
"Ron..." She sighed but didn't fight. We got to the hospital wing and I demanded Pomfrey look her over.
"Nothing is wrong with her." Pomfrey said when she was done.
"See?" Peggy asked.
"Check her over more thoroughly!" I demanded.
Pomfrey scowled, but did just that. This time she started to frown. "That is..." She trailed off and tapped Peggy's middle with her wand and said a spell. The end of her wand slowly glowed white. "Oh..." Pomfrey quickly pulled her wand away.
"What is it? Is something wrong with me?" Peggy asked nervously.
"In.. a way..." Pomfrey said slowly, frowning. She did the same thing and once more the end of her wand glowed white.
"What's wrong?" I asked nervously, looking at Peggy. She looked back at me.
"I need to speak to her alone." Pomfrey said. Peggy squeezed my hand slightly before I went outside the wing to wait. I paced about, checking my watch and pulling at some tufts of my hair nervously. I began to feel impatient and tired and nervous. I kept putting my ear to the door to try and hear something-anything-but there was a soundproof spell on it.
After what seemed to be hours, the door opened and Peggy stood there. "What is it?" I asked, eyes wide with worry. "What's wrong?"
"I'm fine." She said in a very faint voice.
"No you're not, what is it?" I demanded.
"Don't worry." She said faintly.
"What, do you have a deadly disease?!" I asked, voice rising slightly in nervousness.
"I'm not sick. I'm fine." She said, in an even fainter voice. Her face was pale, and she was trembling.
"Peggy, something is wrong." I said, gripping her hands. "I know we're not together anymore but I still love you, and care about you. Now what's wrong?!" I demanded.
"I need to-to go lay down..." She said, eyes wide. She took a deep breath, pulled away from me, and ran down the halls.
I scowled and stormed after her. Right up into the girls dorm, where she was outstretched on her bed. Crying. "Peg. Luv. What is it?" I asked, rubbing her back.
"Go 'way, Ron." She said, voice muffled since her face was buried in her pillow.
"Peggy, honey, what's wrong? What is it?" I asked.
"Please, Ron, I don't want company right now."
"Will you tell me later?" I asked.
"Later." She mumbled. I stood up then, hesitating slightly, leaned down and kissed the side of her head. I turned, and left the girls dorms, feeling very worried.
***
Peggy stared at the ceiling of her dorm, above her bed. How could this of happened? Well of course she knew how. She wasn't thick.
But still...
"Peggy?" She heard Jasmine's voice on the other side of the curtains. Ofcourse her friends were worried. She had not left her bed (except to go to the bathroom) since she curled up in it Sunday the second. It was now Tuesday the Fourth.
She wasn't that hungry cause her friends brought her up food. "What?" Peggy asked, staring at the deep scarlet to her side.
"Come out of bed. You've been in there two straight days." Hermione said. "I don't want to." Peggy said. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. "Leave me alone."
"Peggy..." Jasmine said and pushed the curtains aside. Peggy was in a mess. Her hair was tangled and her clothes two days old. Peggy looked up and stared at Jasmine with hollow eyes through her glasses. "Come on."
"I don't want to, Jasmine." She managed to get out of her dry throat.
"What is wrong, Peggy?" Hermione asked, sitting on the end of her bed.
"Please just go away." She whispered.
"We are your friends and won't go till you tell us what is wrong." Jasmine said, sitting next to Peggy and putting a hand on her shoulder.
Peggy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Ron made me go see Madame Pomfrey on Sunday." She said.
"And?" Hermione asked.
Peggy looked at the two of them and blinked back tears. "I'm pregnant."
*** (Jasmine's point of view)
"No wonder she hasn't left her bed for two straight days." Hermione whispered.
"I know." I said, pushing my hair back. It had been a couple hours since she told us, and I was still in total shock. Peggy was pregnant? I sighed and stared down at the desk.
"I wonder if... if Ron knows." Hermione pondered, looking over at Ron. I mean, who else would be the father?!
He was stretched out on a couch near the fire, on his back. His ankles were crossed and he had a book propped up, open, on his chest as he read. "I doubt it."
"I wonder if she'll tell him." Hermione said, still staring at Ron. The look on her face was very plain: 'Ron did that?!'.
"Eventually." I said.
"Eventually what?" We jumped as Harry appeared and sat down, drinking from a water bottle.
"Eventually... we'll.... be... out of school."
"Yeah. Uh, Jasmine and I were talking about what we want to do when we're out of school." Hermione said.
"So, Harry, what do you want to do?" I asked.
"I dunno. Probably play professional Quidditch." He said with a shrug.
I smiled at my brother. "You'll do great."
"What about you two?" He asked.
"Uh..." Hermione said and then made a sound that sort of sounded like 'bduh'. "I uh.. teacher." She said, tucking some of her bushy hair back. "Yeah. Teacher."
"I dunno what I'd like to do." I realized. I smiled slyly at my brother. "Maybe I'll become a hooker."
Harry, who had just taken a drink, spit it out all over Hermione. "Ugh, Harry!"
"Jasmine!"
"Joking!"
"You better be." Harry said, glaring ferociously at Jasmine. "You gave me a heart attack."
Jasmine just smiled and patted Harry's arm. "Harry, I'd never do that."
"You better not or I'll destroy you." Harry snapped. "Sorry, Hermione."
"It's okay." Hermione said, mopping the water off of her.
"Where's Peggy?" Harry asked.
"Oh, uh, up in her dorm." Jasmine said.
"She has been up there for two days!" Harry said.
"She's not doing well." Hermione said.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She-" The two girls looked at each other.
"What? What is it?" Harry asked, sitting back.
"Nothing." Jasmine said quickly.
"What is wrong with Peggy?" Harry asked.
"We can't tell you." Hermione said quietly.
"Why not?"
"Its personal." Jasmine said, wrapping a red lock around her finger. "Very personal."
"Is it deadly?" Harry asked, frowning.
"Er, most likely not."
"Most likely?!" Harry demanded.
"She's..." Hermione took a deep breath.
"You've got to swear not to tell anyone." Jasmine said.
"I promise."
"Especially not Ron." Jasmine said quickly.
"Okay." Harry said, confused.
"Peggy is.. .." The two girls looked at each other.
"She is probably going to kill us for telling you but.. .." Hermione looked at Jasmine.
"Peggy is.. .. er." Jasmine bit her lip. "She's.. .. pregnant."
Harry once again spit out his water. "What?!"
"Shhhh!" The girls insisted.
"Peggy's-?" Harry hissed.
"Yes." Hermione said.
"That's what I figured she and Ron were doing Christmas." Harry mumbled, glancing at Ron. "Does he know?"
"No. We're the only ones who know. Plus Pomfrey." Hermione said.
"Poor girl..." Harry muttered, looking up the girls dorm.
"Don't tell her we told you." Jasmine begged.
"I won't." Harry promised.
*** (Ron's point of view)
I glanced over at Peggy, who was picking at her breakfast. I studied her sad face. What was wrong? I had a feeling Harry, Hermione, and Jasmine knew what was wrong. Every time we talked, they seemed odd. And Hermione didn't like talking to me much. Not that I MINDED. It was just... weird.
Peggy glanced up and our eyes locked. She looked as if she had been crying. I smiled, and she looked away. Was she deadly sick? Was that what was wrong? Was she just afraid to tell me?
I glanced over at Harry, who was talking with Luna. I got up, and walked over. "Are you serious?" I heard Luna asked.
"Yeah, that's what Peggy told-" Harry stopped and looked at me. "Oh, hello Ron."
"Hi Harry, hi Luna." I said, folding my arms.
"Er, hi Ron." Luna said, biting her bottom lip.
"Okay, you know what is wrong with Peggy." I said. "So what is wrong?"
"Nothing." They both said quickly.
"Tell me!" I demanded.
"Tell you what?" Harry asked. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him right off his seat.
"You know damn well what." I hissed.
"Ron, I have no clue as of what you are meaning." He said. I groaned and let go.
"Luna." I said.
"Ron." She replied.
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"You-ARGH!" I whirled around and stormed off. Yes, Harry knew and now Luna did, too. I knew Hermione and Jasmine knew as well.
And, of course, Peggy. I glared at her and walked over. "Hullo, Peg." I said.
"Hi Ron." She said, wiping her eyes. So she had been crying.
"What is it?" I asked, sitting down.
"What is what?" She asked quickly.
"What is wrong with you." I said.
"Nothing. I swear it, nothing." She replied.
"Peggy, please. Tell me." I begged.
"Ron, I am fine. I just-I'm fine." She picked up her bag, smiled, and walked off.
I sighed and leaned against the table, wondering how many other people would find out what was wrong with her before I did.
***
Within the next two weeks, Luna had confided the secret to Lupus. Who felt he should tell Ginny (after all they were on the fringe of becoming girlfriend/boyfriend). Ginny was completely shocked, ofcourse. And after her friends drilled her, she told the rest of the fifth year girls. One of them felt compelled to tell her boyfriend, a seventh year. He told the rest of the seventh years. One of them informed HIS girlfriend, a fifth year Ravenclaw who told all her friends. One of them told her little sister, who told her boyfriend (a third year Gryffindor) who told the rest of the third year boys. Dennis Creevy whispered the announcement to his big brother Colin. He told the rest of the fifth year boys. One of them told Donnie Thomas, who told his cousin Dean, who was completely shocked. It would of ended with that, but Neville Longbottom overheard. Neville decided to tell his girlfriend, a fourth year Ravenclaw. She told the other fourth year girls who told the third years. One of them passed this news on to her big sister, a sixth year. Who informed the rest of the sixth year Ravenclaw girls. Padma Patil wondered if her twin knew this news, and so told her. Parvati told Rose and Lavender. Lavender reported this to her boyfriend, Seamus Finnigin. Meanwhile, another sixth year Ravenclaw girl informed her boyfriend who told all his friends. A Slytherin overheard, and smirked the news to the rest of the common room. Draco went straight to Jasmine and wondered if this was all true. She said 'yes' but at that moment, Remus passed by and wanted to know if what was true. Jasmine sighed as she told him. Remus went straight to Trixie and told her the news and also Ivana, Sirius, Emerin and Bert who was there as well. Later that day as they were talking about it, Dumbledore found this piece of news. Meanwhile, the news was passed along until the entire school knew it. Even the owls in the owlry. Everyone in the ENTIRE school knew! Except, of course, Ron.
***
Peggy glanced up as people passed her in the library. They looked at her, and whispered. That had been happening a lot the past few days. She wasn't sure what was up, though.
"So, is it true?" Rose had appeared.
"Is what true?" Peggy asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"You're pregnant." Rose sneered.
"What?!" Peggy demanded. She was not even two months in. Was she already showing?
"You are pregnant."
"How did you find out?" Peggy hissed.
"Oh please, the whole school knows about it." Rose said.
"They WHAT?!" Peggy shrieked.
"SSH!" The librarian hissed.
"Yeah, the entire, like, school knows. So who's the father? Who would even get THAT close to you?" She demanded. Peggy stood up and slapped Rose across the face. She grabbed her bag, and stormed out of the library.
Whispers surrounded her as she walked. So that was it. The whole school knew. How could this of happened? The only people who knew were her, Pomfrey, Jasmine and Her-no. They wouldn't of told. Peggy found them and demanded they tell her if they told. "Yes." Jasmine admitted.
"Who did you tell?!" Peggy demanded, tears streaming down her face.
"Just Harry! He was really worried!" Hermione promised.
"Then how come the entire SCHOOL KNOWS?!" Peggy yelled.
"Maybe Harry told." Hermione suggested.
"That little-" Peggy stopped, and stormed up to the boys dorm. She walked into the sixth year boys dorm room, and found Harry changing. He screamed, and fell behind his bed.
"Peggy! You're not supposed to be-" He began but Peggy grabbed a paperweight and threw it at him.
"YOU BASTARD!" She screamed.
"WHAT?!" He demanded, ducking. The paperweight fell to the floor with a heavy 'thud'.
"Jasmine and Hermione told you and you TOLD!" Peggy screamed, looking for something else to chuck. She didn't know why she was acting this way. Sure she was mad but sheesh! She was way overreacting. It must be the hormones.
"I swear I only told Luna!" Harry said, making sure the curtains were wrapped around him.
"YOU LITTLE-what?" Peggy asked, stopping right before she threw an empty glass.
"I promise and swear and all that stuff I just told Luna!!! She wanted to know why I was so worried!" Harry said.
"Oh." Peggy dropped the glass to the floor. "Uh, sorry about this. I'll just, uh, go and leave you to be, uh, naked in peace." Peggy turned and left, to find Luna. After she found her and screamed, Luna promised she only told Lupus. Lupus swore he only told Ginny. Ginny broke down and cried, admitting she told her friends.
Peggy turned, and trudged back to the common room. Great, the whole WORLD knew about her personal life. Oh shoot. Peggy stopped in the middle of the common room, staring at Ron. He knew. He knew! Ron looked up at her, and quickly stood up. "Peggy, we need to talk." He said.
Peggy backed up, and ran up to her dorm. She locked the girls door and backed against the wall. Soon enough, Ron was pounding on the door. "Peggy, unlock this door we NEED to talk!"
"Go away!" Peggy yelled.
"NO!... Alohomora!" The door swung open and Ron walked in. "Peggy, what is wrong?!" He demanded.
"You know what is wrong." She sniffled, feeling horrible.
"No I DON'T NOW TELL ME!!!!" Ron screamed.
"You don't know?" Peggy asked.
"NO!" Ron shouted.
"Uh, nothing's wrong bye!" She shoved him out the door and shut it. Whew, that was close.
*** (Ron's point of view)
I picked at my breakfast, feeling like a loser. Something was incredibly wrong with Peggy, and I was probably the only one in the entire school who didn't know!
I glanced up as Pig flew in. Carrying a Howler. Everyone watched as Pig dropped the letter in front of me, hooting happily. I stared at the Howler in confusion. What was this for?
Frowning, I nervously opened it. My mother's voice rang out through the Hall.
"HOW DARE YOU DO SUCH A THING?! YOUR FATHER AND I ARE COMPLETELY EMBARRASSED, YOU ONLY BEING 16!!! I AM SHOCKED! SHOCKED!!!! I EXPECTED BETTER THINGS FROM YOU, YOUNG MAN!"
I was, ofcourse, completely confused. What the hell was mum talking about?!
"WHY DID YOU GO AND DO A THING LIKE THAT?! HOW COULD YOU?! AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?! NO, WE HAD TO HEAR THE NEWS FROM BILL!!! AS SOON AS YOU GET HOME, RONALD MATTHIAS WEASLEY THE THIRD, YOU ARE GROUNDED!"
With this the Howler turned to ashes. I stared at it, jaw dropped, as laughter surrounded me. What was that all about?
I heard someone crying, and looked over at Peggy. She had her face covered with her hands, and was sobbing. She grabbed her bag, and quickly ran from the hall.
***
It was time. I was going to confront Peggy, and demand she tell me. If she didn't, I'd-uh-demand harder!
We were in her dorm, and she refused to tell me. "You will tell me now, Peggy, or so help me I'll-"
"You'll what?" She demanded.
"I'll-I'll use the truth curse on you!" I threatened. I knew I wouldn't but she didn't know that.
"Ron." She said, wiping her eyes.
"TELL ME!" I shouted. I grabbed her shoulders, and gripped tightly. "You will tell me right this second, Peggy."
"I can't." She said, staring at the floor. I shook her slightly.
"TELL ME!"
"I'm pregnant." She cried out.
I let go of her. "See, it wasn't that hard to tell me. I mean, is that all? I thought you had a deadly disease and was going to die in a month or something." I said.
"Uh, did you hear me?" She asked.
"Of course I heard you. I'm glad I finally found out, after all the entire school knows and-" I stopped short, blinking, and staring at her. "What?"
"I said I'm pregnant." She repeated.
"No. You can't be pregnant." I said, taking a step back.
"I am." She said, sniffling.
"No. You CAN'T be!" I shouted.
"Well I AM!" She shouted back, and burst into tears.
"You. Are. PREGNANT?!" I demanded. For an answer, she just cried. And as an answer for that, I fainted.