Disclaimer: Bored, yet? (Refresher in previous chapter and next one
and...wait! This one too! I don't own this. J.K. Rowling does and she is
lucky because she gets all the money!)
A/N: Ok, from one very big reviewer (but I've forgotten your name at present, I think it was ProwlingKitKat, but excuse me please if I'm wrong,) said that she was totally against teen pregnancy but hated abortion more or something. So, I've interwoven Ginny not actually losing the child. I have names for it, using my mum's favourite girls name (not mine, my middle name is Louise, her first favourite, Molly being her second. You know, I found out the other day that had I have been a boy, I would have been called Warwick. No offence to anyone else, but 'Yick!'
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Ginny stirred, trying to block out the bright white of the Hospital Wing. Her stomach tingled as Madam Pomfrey came into the room wearing a smile.
"Hello, Virginia! How nice of you to join us again! Now, I'll just give you a check up, make sure everything went smoothly," she said, casting her eyes along Ginny's stomach and body. Looking up at Ginny, her eyes held a certain type of fear that Ginny soon reflected.
"What is it, Pomfrey?" Ginny demanded.
"Ginny, you're...you're...you're still pregnant!"
*~*~*
"Hermione!" Draco gasped between breaths. Hermione panted, catching her breath from one of the most wild and erotic kisses she had ever been a part of. "What was that?"
"I don't know. Something I had wanted to do for so long, I suppose. I don't want a child yet. What with studies and other stuff. But Draco? Promise me this. That as long as we both shall live, I never see my Uncle again."
"Done," Draco said, slapping his fist in his hand. Hermione giggled before rejoining with his mouth.
~*~*~
"I'm still WHAT?" Ginny yelled. Madam Pomfrey repeated what she had said causing Ginny to go purple.
"Gimme another potion then, woman!" Ginny cried angrily. Pomfrey paled.
"Well...erm...you can't take another one for eighteen months, didn't I say that?"
"NO!"
*~*~*
A week later, Hermione was in the library trying to study some ingredient for Potions. It was used in the Lancer Potion, something that was meant to transform you into anything you ever wanted, so if you wanted a dress, you were a dress, a dog was a dog and so on. She had been in there for ages when an insistent tapping at the window made her look up.
Cursing softly, she unlocked the window and allowed the now soaking bird in. Hermione tried to dry the bedraggled thing but it nipped at her fingers. Eventually, Hermione scowled at it and literally threw it out the window.
Unrolling the parchment, she smiled pleasantly.
'Our dearest Hermione,
We were hoping to tell you that our Extendable ears, Flying cooties and Marva's never-touch-up make-up will be going on sale soon in Hogsmeade. We are very much looking forward to you buying them and please advertise our products.
Anyway, to business (maybe that was business, and this is personal), George and I are very interested in to how life with that...that Slytherin and you are holding up. We heard that something happened with our dear little sister, Ron said she was acting weird, but had no clue (trust our brother). So we were hoping that you would know because no one else does.
Apart from all that again, life for us is on easy street with all the money we have now. We may have only just scraped in with a pass on our final exams, but we scraped in with a pass, and that's what counts (the pass, not the scraped in bit).
We hope to hear from you soon. Any ideas for another tricking product? No, we're asking Hermione here, not Ron or Harry, you're so stick-to-the-rules kind of a person, but you never know where ideas can come from!
Thanks anyway and lots of huggles,
Fred and George Weasley
Inventors of all the funny things you love best!'
Hermione smiled but when she got to the bit about Ginny she frowned. Maybe everyone was oblivious, she hadn't noticed anything. She wasn't sure what was going on.
Gathering up her ink and quills, she shoved it into her bag, followed by her parchment. She swung it over her shoulder and pranced out the library. As Hermione walked down a hallway she noticed the bright blonde hair of Draco.
She opened her mouth but was cut off by him.
"Oh, look! The poor little Mudblood! Aww! I wonder where she came from? The library? Or maybe she pashed ickle Ronniekins!" Draco sneered. Hermione's eyes fought tears back bravely. She couldn't see Pansy smirking or Crabbe and Goyle trying to hold in their laughter.
Hermione's eyes flashed with the utmost betrayal and pain. Draco saw it and took a step towards her, attempting to say something. But Hermione turned and fled, running for who knew where.
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Other than see you next chapter and review if you want, I don't have much to say. Oh! Except to ask: Is everyone on vacation? Like, I got one measly little review from someone! (Thanks to you) but honestly! Where is everyone at the moment?
A/N: Ok, from one very big reviewer (but I've forgotten your name at present, I think it was ProwlingKitKat, but excuse me please if I'm wrong,) said that she was totally against teen pregnancy but hated abortion more or something. So, I've interwoven Ginny not actually losing the child. I have names for it, using my mum's favourite girls name (not mine, my middle name is Louise, her first favourite, Molly being her second. You know, I found out the other day that had I have been a boy, I would have been called Warwick. No offence to anyone else, but 'Yick!'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
Ginny stirred, trying to block out the bright white of the Hospital Wing. Her stomach tingled as Madam Pomfrey came into the room wearing a smile.
"Hello, Virginia! How nice of you to join us again! Now, I'll just give you a check up, make sure everything went smoothly," she said, casting her eyes along Ginny's stomach and body. Looking up at Ginny, her eyes held a certain type of fear that Ginny soon reflected.
"What is it, Pomfrey?" Ginny demanded.
"Ginny, you're...you're...you're still pregnant!"
*~*~*
"Hermione!" Draco gasped between breaths. Hermione panted, catching her breath from one of the most wild and erotic kisses she had ever been a part of. "What was that?"
"I don't know. Something I had wanted to do for so long, I suppose. I don't want a child yet. What with studies and other stuff. But Draco? Promise me this. That as long as we both shall live, I never see my Uncle again."
"Done," Draco said, slapping his fist in his hand. Hermione giggled before rejoining with his mouth.
~*~*~
"I'm still WHAT?" Ginny yelled. Madam Pomfrey repeated what she had said causing Ginny to go purple.
"Gimme another potion then, woman!" Ginny cried angrily. Pomfrey paled.
"Well...erm...you can't take another one for eighteen months, didn't I say that?"
"NO!"
*~*~*
A week later, Hermione was in the library trying to study some ingredient for Potions. It was used in the Lancer Potion, something that was meant to transform you into anything you ever wanted, so if you wanted a dress, you were a dress, a dog was a dog and so on. She had been in there for ages when an insistent tapping at the window made her look up.
Cursing softly, she unlocked the window and allowed the now soaking bird in. Hermione tried to dry the bedraggled thing but it nipped at her fingers. Eventually, Hermione scowled at it and literally threw it out the window.
Unrolling the parchment, she smiled pleasantly.
'Our dearest Hermione,
We were hoping to tell you that our Extendable ears, Flying cooties and Marva's never-touch-up make-up will be going on sale soon in Hogsmeade. We are very much looking forward to you buying them and please advertise our products.
Anyway, to business (maybe that was business, and this is personal), George and I are very interested in to how life with that...that Slytherin and you are holding up. We heard that something happened with our dear little sister, Ron said she was acting weird, but had no clue (trust our brother). So we were hoping that you would know because no one else does.
Apart from all that again, life for us is on easy street with all the money we have now. We may have only just scraped in with a pass on our final exams, but we scraped in with a pass, and that's what counts (the pass, not the scraped in bit).
We hope to hear from you soon. Any ideas for another tricking product? No, we're asking Hermione here, not Ron or Harry, you're so stick-to-the-rules kind of a person, but you never know where ideas can come from!
Thanks anyway and lots of huggles,
Fred and George Weasley
Inventors of all the funny things you love best!'
Hermione smiled but when she got to the bit about Ginny she frowned. Maybe everyone was oblivious, she hadn't noticed anything. She wasn't sure what was going on.
Gathering up her ink and quills, she shoved it into her bag, followed by her parchment. She swung it over her shoulder and pranced out the library. As Hermione walked down a hallway she noticed the bright blonde hair of Draco.
She opened her mouth but was cut off by him.
"Oh, look! The poor little Mudblood! Aww! I wonder where she came from? The library? Or maybe she pashed ickle Ronniekins!" Draco sneered. Hermione's eyes fought tears back bravely. She couldn't see Pansy smirking or Crabbe and Goyle trying to hold in their laughter.
Hermione's eyes flashed with the utmost betrayal and pain. Draco saw it and took a step towards her, attempting to say something. But Hermione turned and fled, running for who knew where.
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Other than see you next chapter and review if you want, I don't have much to say. Oh! Except to ask: Is everyone on vacation? Like, I got one measly little review from someone! (Thanks to you) but honestly! Where is everyone at the moment?