Back to the story! Now, where did I leave it? Ah yes, Ginny had just told Hermione that she was pregnant…that's Hermione pregnant, not Ginny.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter material! Although I'd like to think I do.

You're going places, Hermione

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Chapter Six: The disaster

Hermione laughed, "I'm not pregnant. Ron and I only did…you know…once. So I can't be."

"I thought you were smart," Ginny rolled her eyes, "You don't only have a chance of getting pregnant every five times you have sex Hermione. There's a chance every single time."

"But what about my future? Sister Salem? I have to go to it! I won't be able to do anything! I won't be able to be anything! Oh, I can't think like this! " Hermione spluttered.

Ginny frowned, "I don't really understand what you're saying…"

"Right. Okay. I'll be back soon."

"What? Hermione! Where are you going?"

But Hermione was already running down the staircase. She nearly ran into Ron who looked like he was about to apologise to her but she didn't have time for it. She had to get to the library and fast.

She was pregnant? Hermione couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. It was too impossible!

"Book, I need that book. Where is it?" Hermione muttered as she entered the library.

"Miss Granger?" Madam Pince hurried over; "You are going to have to go! I'm closing up now."

"I'll only be five minutes. Only one minute if you can tell me where 'Controlling Out of Control Emotions' is!" Hermione told her.

The librarian raised an eyebrow; "I'll just get it for you."

Hermione nodded and began to breathe deeply. She was starting to hyperventilate.

"Here you go." Madam Pince said, holding out a small, thick book.

"Thanks." Hermione mumbled, grabbing it quickly and flicking through the pages, "Spell, spell, spell. I know it's here. I've seen it. Where is it!

Madam Pince gave her a strange look and made her way over to a nearby book rack where she was returning some books.

"Oh! Oh, thank Merlin. Here it is," Hermione raised her wand and quickly memorized some wand movements, "Asunderio."

She mumbled the spell and pointed her wand at herself. Streams of orange light shot from the end of her wand over the top of her stomach, illuminating her whole body. Hermione glowed for a moment before the light disappeared and everything went back normal.

"Okay," She smiled, "Good. Madam Pince? Thank you for your help."

The librarian nodded slightly and continued to return books to their appropriate places, pretending that she hadn't just witnessed what she had.

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"Where were you?" Ginny demanded the instant Hermione walked through the common room entrance.

"I had to do something." Hermione replied.

"And what was it?"

"A spell."

"A spell! What kind of spell?" Ginny frowned, "You're a lot calmer than you were when you ran out of here. Oh please tell me what you did!"

Hermione sat down in front of the fireplace and observed her friend reluctantly. Ginny probably wouldn't understand what Hermione had done. She'd probably be mad…

"I cast a Disattachment Spell." Hermione said quietly.

"What?"

"A Disattachment Spell. It can be used to remove all feeling of a relationship from one being to another. I cast it so that I wouldn't be attached to the baby and I could think straight about the right thing to do-" Hermione began to explain.

"How can you think straight if your emotions are locked away?" Ginny shouted, "I can't believe you did that! It is so selfish!"

"Well I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing Ginny," Hermione retorted, "I was too shocked to think. I needed to clear my head."

"Oh well then I'm glad. And is your head cleared?" Ginny drawled.

"Please don't be like that."

"I'm sorry but I don't know how else to be."

"Oh Ginny," Hermione bit her bottom lip, "I don't want you to get upset with me. But it's just that you told me out of nowhere and it was such a shock. I couldn't think about anything beyond how everything would change for me…I had to do something about it."

Ginny shook her head and sat down next to Hermione. She grabbed her hand and smiled slightly.

"You would have calmed down after the initial shock. I probably should have told you differently instead of blurting it out, but that's just how I do things. Can the spell be reversed?"

"I don't think so…no, it can't. But I don't want to reverse it. I don't want to be some sort of emotional wreck. I want to be able to say 'I'm pregnant' without bursting into tears." Hermione said quickly.

"Okay," Ginny's brow furrowed in concentration, "Well, how effective is it?"

"I won't feel anything towards the baby." Hermione replied.

"What about the entire pregnancy?"

"What do you mean?"

Ginny raised an eyebrow, "Will you be able to tell Ron without becoming hysterical-"

Hermione jumped up, suddenly white, "Oh no! No! I can't tell Ron! I can't!"

"Alright then. So it's just you and the pregnancy that's not attached. At least that's good to know."

"No it's not. I want to do the spell again! I don't want to tell Ron like this!" Hermione squeaked.

"You can't erase the emotions between you and my brother! I suppose I could tell him if you really wanted me-"

"Yes! You tell him Ginny. Oh thank you! Thank you!" Hermione let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed her friend and pushed her towards the boys' dormitory staircase.

"Hang on a minute there. Are you sure you want me too?" Ginny asked.

"Absolutely sure. Please. I would never be able too."

"Alright."

Ginny took her time making her way up the staircase and Hermione returned to the fireplace once her friend disappeared from view. She knew she had been irrational by casting a spell on herself but it had been the first thing that had popped into her head. She placed a hand lightly on her stomach. Nothing. She didn't feel a single thread of emotion.

"SHE'S WHAT?"

"Oh, Ginny must have told him." Hermione muttered, breathing heavily. Everything froze in place and it seemed like hours before Ginny's voice brought her back to reality.

"No! Ron, let me finish!" Ginny pleaded.

"Not until I have a word with her!" Ron shouted.

"Breathe, just breathe." Hermione told herself as she heard Ron's heavy footsteps approaching. Suddenly he stood before her, his face nearly as red as his hair.

"Afternoon Ron." Hermione greeted him cheerfully.

"Afternoon," He greeted back, "What's this about you being pregnant?"

"Oh you know. I am and such."

"How did this happen?" He demanded, "No, don't worry. I know how it did. What the hell is going to happen?"

"I'll work it out. Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it? How can you say that? Of course I'm going to worry about it! Why aren't you worried?" Ron said loudly.

"Ron!" Ginny called, collapsing beside him panting heavily.

"What?"

"You…leave…talk…me…" Ginny told him.

"Fine. But be quick." He snapped. Ginny sighed irritably and dragged her brother over to a corner.

Hermione knew she was telling him about the spell that she had put on herself. She didn't know how Ron would react to the news.

"Well of course she did it," She heard Ron say, "It's the logical thing to do isn't it? And Hermione's always logical."

She didn't know if it was an insult or compliment so she was torn between a frown and a smile as Ron walked back over to her.

"I need to think about this," Ron told her, "It's just that…pre…preg…well, you know that thing you are. I need to think about it."

He kissed her quickly on top of the head and went back up to his dorm room five steps at a time.

"That went rather well." Hermione said thankfully.

Ginny pouted, "Maybe for you. I was going deaf from all of his bloody shouting!"

"But he only shouted for a little while."

"Uh huh, so you heard," Ginny sighed, "I had to put a silencing charm on him. Merlin! My ears are still ringing!"

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Hermione sat quietly, twisting and untwisting a loose thread on her uniform. It had taken her nearly an entire week to work up the courage to see McGonagall.

And now she was sitting before the teacher, having just asked her the most ridiculous question ever.

"Actually no Miss Granger," McGonagall said slowly, "I haven't done anything with my hair. Is that honestly what you came here to ask me?"

"Well no, actually it isn't." Hermione said quietly.

"Well then spit it out child. I don't have all day."

"I was wondering what would happen in regard to my scholarship if I wasn't able to go to Sister Salem immediately. Like, if I had to take off a year or so?"

McGonagall's head snapped up, "What do you mean?"

"If I happened to get pregnant or something…" Hermione muttered quickly.

"And are you?"

"What?" Hermione wondered.

"Pregnant! Are you pregnant?"

She forced herself to laugh, "No, no of course not! I'm just wondering about what would happen."

"Well," McGonagall pursed her lips, "Obviously the scholarship would no longer be entitled to you and if would be given to the runner up. You must attend Sister Salem at the date requested, nothing can be pushed back. Is that what you wanted to know?"

No, Hermione thought, it wasn't. She had wanted to be told that she could take off a year or two so she could have her baby and still attend Sister Salem. This news meant she had to do something she greatly disapproved of.

"Yes Professor, thank you."

Hermione stood up and dusted off her robes, before walking slowly out of the classroom.

"Well," Ginny asked instantly when she spotted her, "What did she say?"

"I can't put off Sister Salem," Hermione told her shakily, "Either I go at the end of this year, or I don't go at all."

Ginny frowned, "Oh. That really sucks."

"I know."

"What are you going to do then?"

Hermione smiled slightly, leaning over to hug her friend.

"I need to think about this for a little while by myself. Can I talk to you later Gin?" She asked.

"Sure."

"I just need to make a decision." Hermione muttered.

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A/N: Wow, I loved the reviews! Thanks guys! I'm going to try and update this story a little bit more often because the chapters are so short…

And this isn't going to be a cliché Hermione running away because she's pregnant thing…believe me…

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