Taming the Beast
Ch 15
Repent at Leisure
"I guess we can't call you 'Mudblood' anymore, Granger. Looks like your blood is utter SHITE!" "Just like your head, Parkinson," Hemione snapped right back. Hogwarts had accepted her with a passion, including several of the Slytherins who were in their house due only to their great ambition, not their bigotry. The rude comments that she had gotten from some of Draco's sychophants, far from bothering her, raised her spirits when she reminded herself of how base they really were.
Ron had come into his own as Gryffindor's keeper. "Weasley is Our King" was now seen as the Hogwarts version of "Yankee Doodle." With the return of its two beaters and seeker, the Gryffindor quidditch team expected an excellent year. Ron wasn't sure if his performance wasn't due mainly to more practice and getting a better grip on the game, or the effect that Hermione was having on him.
"Yes, Miss Granger? Madam Pomfrey asked. "May I help you?"
"I hope so, I haven't been feeling well these past few days. Feeling sick in the morning and kind of tired throughout the day."
Madam Pomfrey checker her vital signs and examined her.
"Miss Granger, have you been with any young men recently?"
A chill shot up Hermione's spine. ".....R-Ron Weasley.....why'" though she knew there was only one reason behind such a question.
Poppy smiled grimly. "I think you know the reason for that, Hermione. I shall have to do some tests..."
Almost an hour later later Madam Pomfrey returned to Hermione with Professor McGonagall, a serious expression on her face. "Miss Granger, I have your test results back. They are positive. You are pregnant.
Ch 15
Repent at Leisure
"I guess we can't call you 'Mudblood' anymore, Granger. Looks like your blood is utter SHITE!" "Just like your head, Parkinson," Hemione snapped right back. Hogwarts had accepted her with a passion, including several of the Slytherins who were in their house due only to their great ambition, not their bigotry. The rude comments that she had gotten from some of Draco's sychophants, far from bothering her, raised her spirits when she reminded herself of how base they really were.
Ron had come into his own as Gryffindor's keeper. "Weasley is Our King" was now seen as the Hogwarts version of "Yankee Doodle." With the return of its two beaters and seeker, the Gryffindor quidditch team expected an excellent year. Ron wasn't sure if his performance wasn't due mainly to more practice and getting a better grip on the game, or the effect that Hermione was having on him.
"Yes, Miss Granger? Madam Pomfrey asked. "May I help you?"
"I hope so, I haven't been feeling well these past few days. Feeling sick in the morning and kind of tired throughout the day."
Madam Pomfrey checker her vital signs and examined her.
"Miss Granger, have you been with any young men recently?"
A chill shot up Hermione's spine. ".....R-Ron Weasley.....why'" though she knew there was only one reason behind such a question.
Poppy smiled grimly. "I think you know the reason for that, Hermione. I shall have to do some tests..."
Almost an hour later later Madam Pomfrey returned to Hermione with Professor McGonagall, a serious expression on her face. "Miss Granger, I have your test results back. They are positive. You are pregnant.