"You know what? You've been doing everything to make me happy; I want you to be happy. Tomorrow after classes we are going down to the Quidditch Pitch, and you're gonna teach me how to fly. I won't back down."

"You're on. Four o' clock over by the changing rooms."

"I'll be there. I better be off. I've got a load of homework." Hermione started to walk in the direction of the castle.

"Wait, Hermione," Ron grabbed hold of her wrist. "Thanks."

Hermione smiled. Why did Ron have to be so sweet?

Disclaimer: A little birdie told me that I could never own Harry Potter. That night we had that little birdie for dinner.

Chapter 13

The Trials of Ginny Weasley

Hermione walked briskly over to the Quidditch Pitch. She was late because she had changed clothes and restyled her hair. She was now wearing a brown warm-up suit with a orange stripe down the side of the pants and sleeves. Her hair was in a messy bun.

Ron was standing outside the changing rooms with two brooms. Hermione eyed them nervously. Ron held out a broom and Hermione hesitantly took it with a trembling hand.

"Are you ready?"

"I said I wasn't going to back down. I can do this."

"Okay, my name is Ron Weasley and I will be your flying teacher." Hermione laughed. "I'm going to re-teach what Madam Hooch taught you in first year which you obviously forgot. Put the broom on your right side. Hold your right hand over it and say up."

Hermione placed the broom on the ground and held her hand over it. "Up?" The broom didn't budge.

"Command the broom, Hermione. When flying a broom there are not questions. Concentrate. Pretend like you're doing homework for potions and the broomstick is the key ingredient."

Hermione looked at Ron, confused. "What?"

"Just do it," he said turning red.

Hermione closed her eyes and concentrated. It was just like the summoning charm minus a wand. "Up!" To Hermione's great surprise the broom did as it was command and flew up into her hand.

"Great job! Now, mount your broom and kick off a bit. Just get high enough to where your feet graze the ground."

Hermione kicked off hard with her left foot. Her broom spun to the right and she fell off.

"Try using both feet," said Ron, helping Hermione back onto her broom.

She finally got her broom to hover over the ground. Ron then rose a few more feet. Hermione tried with great difficulty to get on the same level. She managed to make the broom move, but it was in the wrong direction at the wrong speed.

Hermione sped off over the Quidditch Pitch. Her hands were still clasped to the broom handle, but her body was leaning back. She screamed as her broom did a couple of rolls.

"Lean forward!" Ron yelled as he sped after her. Hermione leaned forward and hugged the broom handle.

She was approaching the fifty feet golden hoops quickly. Any minute she would be crashing into them. She screamed as her broom was about to crash into the hoop. Suddenly, her broom made a sharp right and sped off towards the stands, but not before her leg connected forcefully with the hoop. She cried out in pain and didn't take notice to the fast approaching stands.

"Impedimenta!"

Hermione and her broom froze right before she hit the stands.

"Accio Hermione!" Hermione was pulled off her broom by an invisible force and crashed into David.

"Thank you so much, David!" Hermione gasped after the Impediment Curse wore off. She tried to get off David, but her left leg screamed in protest and gave out. "I think my leg's broken," she moaned.

David pushed Hermione off of him. "Let me take you to the hospital. Can you walk?"

"A little, but I don't think I could get far."

"Put your arms around my neck. I'll just have to carry you." David picked Hermione up with a bit of difficulty.

"Wait, where's Ron?" Hermione looked back over her shoulder, but all she saw was Tommy and his group of friends. "Nevermind. Let's go."

David almost dropped Hermione twice on the way. She offered to walk, but David seemed determined to prove his masculinity.

In the hospital wing, David settled Hermione onto a bed before dropping into a chair next to the bed.

"What happened now, Miss Granger?" an exasperated Madam Pomfrey asked.

"My leg crashed against a pole."

"Let me go get some potion."

Madam Pomfrey came back moments later with a fiery red potion. She handed it to Hermione and waited for her to drink it. Hermione was about to drink it, but she pulled it away from her mouth and made a face.

"What are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey said anxiously.

"It smells like cinnamon. Is there extract of cinnamon in this? I'm allergic to it; it makes my throat swell close."

"It's the only way I can fix your broken bone."

"Are you sure there's no other way?"

"Well, I can stop the pain, but there is no way to mend it without extract of cinnamon. I'll have to go about it the muggle way and give you a cast."

"How long will it take to heal?"

"Two weeks at least. You'll need to be getting someone to carry your books."

"I'll do it," David volunteered. "I'll need a note to show all my teachers explaining why I'll be late."

"I'll write it right after I take care of your friend, Mr. Singleton."

Hermione left the hospital wing on crutches. So much for more flying lessons. Hermione moved quite quickly through the halls. David was close behind.

Ron, Harry, and Ginny were all at their usual spots around the Gryffindor table. Ron was sitting across from Harry and Ginny. There was a space next to Ron and one next to Harry. Hermione, without hesitation, took the one next to Ron. David tapped Ron on the shoulder.

"If you don't mind, mate, could you move over by Harry? Just wanna sit by my girlfriend," said David, emphasizing 'girlfriend'. Ron looked at him coldly before taking the space next to Harry. David pulled Hermione closer with a huge grin on his face.

"Harry, Ginny, Ron, have I told you about my annoying next door neighbour/babysitter, Jon?"

Harry, Ginny, and Ron shook their heads and kept eating. Hermione tried again.

"Well, I've been meaning to. Jon lived on my left side." All three of them looked at David.

"Did he always get on your nerves?" asked Ron.

"No, he was really fun to hang out with until he became my babysitter. He became overprotective."

"How so?" Ginny asked bitterly. She very much hated David.

"When we went to the park, he would follow me everywhere. If I went to the bathroom he would stand outside the door waiting for me. It was extremely annoying."

"I bet it was," Harry said coolly.

"If that was me and I was of age, I would of cursed that babysitter," David said obliviously.

"Good idea, David," said Ginny pulling out her wand. Harry put one hand over Ginny's mouth and took her want over Ginny's mouth and took her wand with the other hand. David was busy staring at Hermione.

"Me and Ginny are gonna head back to the common room. We'll see you later."

Harry had to half drag, half carry, Ginny out of the Great Hall. She was shouting muffled incantations in his hand. He took her to the empty 7th year boys' dormitory.

"I hate him!" Ginny shrieked after Harry sealed and placed a silencing charm on the door. "Hermione told me she can't break up with him because it would break his heart. She better break his heart or I'll break his manhood with just a flick of my wand…"

"Ginny! I feel the same way, but yelling at me in no going to help. Take a deep breath and lie down."

Ginny lied down on Harry's bed and stared at the ceiling. "I miss Hermione."

"I miss her and Ron," Harry said sitting at the foot of the bed. "Ron is trying to connect to her spirit by studying and reading everything in the library. But at least I have you and not David."

"At least?"

"I meant you are the moon that glows in my heart."

"I bet that comes from a song. You're not that deep."

Harry pretended to be hurt. "I searched through every love song in my head, and then you insult me."

"Awww, what can I do to make you feel better?"

Harry waggled his eyebrows and lied next to Ginny, possing.

"You know what I want."

"Mint chocolate chip ice cream," Ginny said lazily.

"Exactly," said Harry conjuring two bowls of ice cream.

"How come every time we become overly intimate you suggest mint chocolate ice cream?" Ginny asked taking a bowl.

"Some recite poems, I eat ice cream (a/n: if you're ever see the part with the Pledge of Allegiance in Bubble Boy, that's what I'm taking about). And we way past ice cream three weeks ago."

"Everybody was drunk that weekend. Who the heck lets students compet in a butterbeer contest where the prize is more butterbeer?"

"A illegal butterbeer contest conducted by Fred and George."

"True."

"I'm sorta glad I didn't suggest ice cream. I told Ron that when things get overheated we eat ice cream to calm him down. He heard us one day talking about the ice cream. Apparently, describing ice cream sounds weird from an outsider's point of view."

"Well, you're gonna have to start conjuring fat free ice cream. I'm getting fat."

"You don't look fat."

"I'm not noticeably fat, but I feel so bloated."

Harry stopped eating and stared at Ginny.

"What?" asked Ginny.

"Nothing," he said going back to his ice cream.

Hermione finally entered the common room at nine o' clock rubbing her temple. Ron was fuming at Harry and Ginny.

"What's Ron's problem?"

"Besides his head?" Ginny spat. "He's mad because Harry and I have been eating a lot of ice cream lately.

Hermione nodded. Ginny had told her about the weird ice cream thing.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, over enthusiastic. "Come, let us take a nice friendly after hour stroll!"

"But-" Harry pushed Hermione out of the common room.

"What are you doing, Harry?"

"I need to… uh, confide in you," he whispered seriously.

"You need to confide in me? You never confide in me. You usually go to Ron for that. Unless… it's about Ginny, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone about this, not even Ginny. Especially not Ron."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Don't kill me. I'm already going to be murdered by Ron if he finds out. I think Ginny is…"

"Cheating?"

"No."

"Annoying?"

"No."

"Stupid?"

"No."

"Fat?"

"No-yes. Well, not exactly but she will get fat if she is what I think she is."

"Well, I have a major headache and I really can't guess anything that makes you fat except for overeating or pregnancy."

"Exactly."

"So… Ginny is overeating which is causing her to be fat. You're not making sense."

"No, Hermione, Ginny is pregnant!" Harry shouted. The fat lady snorted in her sleep and resumed her heavy breathing.

"Oh my God? Is she really?

"Well, I don't actually for sure, but I'm worried that she is. Three weeks ago we went pass the ice cream, and she said she feels bloated."

"Well her bloating could be anything, I'm sure, but if Ron finds out that you think that she is, he'll murder you!"

"I know that, Hermione. That's the least of my worries. She thinks it's all the ice cream, but I've seen enough of Aunt Petunia's soap operas unwillingly to know physical signs. What am I going to do?"

"You really can't trust those soap operas, Harry. They're not entirely reliable and they're stupid."

"Not helping."

"Right, sorry. I'll help find out if she is. She might think she's pregnant, too, but scared to tell you. Wow… The-Boy-Who-Lived might become a dad at the age of 17... The news is gonna be all over this."

"I already feel bad, Hermione. You're not exactly cheering me up."

"Don't worry, Harry. I guarantee she's not."

"Thanks, Hermione."

The pair hugged and went back into the common room. Ron had left and Ginny was asleep on a couch.

"Just leave her there. She'll be fine. Goodnight." Hermione yawned and went up to bed. Harry pat Ginny's stomach, kissed her, and went up to bed.

Hermione woke up at five thirty in the morning after having a nightmare involving marrying David. She stretched and climbed out of bed. There was no sleeping after a nightmare like that. She pulled her comforter of her bed and went downstairs to sit in front of the fire.

Ginny was awake staring into the flames. Hermione sat next to her and shared the comforter.

"Hey, Ginny. Why are you so early."

"I threw up all over the floor. I cleaned it up, but I can't get back to sleep. So, I've been sitting here thinking."

"About what?"

"The next seventeen years."

"Meaning…"

"Harry thinks I'm pregnant."

"How did you know Harry thought that?"

"Ever since the ice cream thing last evening he's been staring at my belly."

"Do you think you are?"

"I don't have to guess, Hermione. I'm bloated and I just threw up in the common room. Either the house elves are poisoning me, or I am."

Ugh. I hate this chapter. I wrote it at midnight because I was trying to finish it, and at midnight my mind is half asleep. You should have seen the original manuscript I did. I did the second half late last night so I put in and took out a lot of stuff in that.

I'm going to start dedicating chapters. I used to do it all the time, but then I forgot to do it every chapter, so I just stopped. If you review, a chapter is dedicated to you.

The first 13 chapters are dedicated to: sarah chandler, RainDateChick, Punky Starfire, Zarroc, dancerrdw, Tears from blue eyes (I haven't moved on to Dan, I still am madly in love with Gerard Way. I have been for seven months.), Emmanuelle Lisselle Grey, MCRfan14, ginny-wannabee (because Australians rock, except for David) and Oasis Blackmore (you have become my favourite reviewer!). They've been reviewing for a while now, and I really appreciate that.

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I might not update before Christmas. It depends on if I decide to sleep in every morning and spend the whole evening playing The Sims 2. It's vacation, and I've gotten lazy about writing, but after my birthday (the 4th of January), I'll be un-lazy.

Does anybody know who Emerson is? He's 18 and runs Mugglenet. He's awesome.

Random question… how many times have you seen GOF? I've seen it three times. And how many times have you read the book? I lost count after about the 5th. I just finished reading it again last Thursday.

Is anybody into the Dramione pairing? I love it almost as much as I love Ron/Hermione. I know it'll never come true, but it's very fun to read.

If you want to see a true Lavender-basher, check out Oasis Blackmore's profile. I love reading it.

I have a song from Love Actually stuck in my head. I've been humming it for about a week now.

Okay, I am definitely rambling now. I have nothing vital to say…

Oh! I really need a beta. I'm too lazy to be my own. Please volunteer.

I'm gonna go now. I'm probably annoying you.

Arrivederci!

Mrs.GerardWay14