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Ron hated waiting. It was just one of the many things he wasn't particularly good at. It was also one of the things his whole family had always told him. He was an impatient Weasley.
To Ron, it seemed like hours before Madame Pomfrey came to him. Immediately, he jumped out of his chair. "Is she alright?"
Madame Pomfrey shook her head. "She'll be fine."
"Is it worse than earlier when you saw her?" Ron asked eagerly, hoping that wasn't the case.
Madame Pomfrey made a face. "Earlier? Mister Weasley, this is the first time I saw Miss Granger."
Ron was as confused as her. "That's impossible. She told me at breakfast this morning that she had seen you! I told her to because—because she was throwing up again, and—and-"
"Again? What do you mean again?" Madame Pomfrey was eyeing Ron questionably.
"She's been up early every morning getting sick…and she'd been complaining of headaches and—and…" Ron didn't know what else to say. Hermione had actually lied to him about what was wrong with her? She actually lied to him.
Ron broke free of his thoughts. "What happened to her NOW?" he asked, begging to know.
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Well, it seems to me that she just passed out, really."
Ron made a face. "Huh? Wh—wha—how?"
"Well….I have a theory, judging on what you told me and what just happened, but I want to make sure before I tell you…in case I'm wrong," she told Ron before disappearing behind the ward's door again.
Ron sighed. Waiting…again. And he was so confused on why Hermione had lied to him and what Madame Pomfrey could possibly think what else it could be. He was just downright lost.
Twenty minutes later, Madame Pomfrey came back. "She—she wants to see you."
Ron rushed right by her without another word, both angry and frustrated.
He saw Hermione lying on a bed, still pale, but her eyes were open and looking at him…almost as if she was pleading him.
But Ron paid no attention…he was in such blind fury like he'd never experienced in all his life. "How could you?" he yelled.
Hermione said nothing, but lowered her eyes as Ron knelt in front of her bed. "Answer me, Mione. Why would you lie to me?"
Hermione dared to look at him. "I—I couldn't tell you the truth. I felt fine, Ron, I did! I thought maybe everything was going to be okay throughout the day! So…I didn't go. I thought,…" she let the tears trickle down her face.
Ron's anger melted then. "Don't cry, please. Why didn't you just tell me you were feeling okay?"
"Because…" Hermione wiped her nose. "You made me promise. Then after the ordeal in the Hall, I started feeling funny again. But I didn't want to say anything because I had told you that I already came here and…" she let her voice trail. "Then in Potions class, I knew something was wrong…knew something was worse than I thought. But I figured that I'd be okay until after class."
"But you didn't," Ron said, wiping her cheeks. "You collapsed right in front of everybody, and Harry and I had to take you out of the class."
Hermione nodded and sat up, wrapping her arms around Ron's neck, laying her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I should've told you this morning."
"Mister Weasley," Madame Pomfrey called. "A word with you, please."
Ron nodded. "I'll be back," he smiled at Hermione before following Madame Pomfrey out of the ward.
"Is there more to the story I'm not getting?" Ron asked.
"Well," Madame Pomfrey sighed. "She…she didn't want me to tell you after she found out."
"Tell me. If it's something I need to know, I need to know!" Ron let his voice tense just a little bit out of worry and love for his girlfriend.
"Miss Granger is pregnant."
Ron's head began spinning as he sat in a nearby chair. "Wh—what do you mean? H—How?"
"It explains a lot," she told Ron, who was burying his head in his hands. "She'll tell you in her own good time…until then, I'd keep it to myself," she advised.
"Wait!" Ron lifted his head. "Harry, what about him? Can I tell him?" he pleaded.
Madame Pomfrey smiled. "Him only. And I suggest that when Miss Granger tells you, you both head to Dumbledore and explain."
Ron nodded, numb all over. How could he have let this happen? He never did want to hurt Hermione…never in any way. He loved her and would do anything for her…so what had gone wrong?
He found the strength in his legs and ran…ran to the Gryffindor Common Room, where he was sure he'd find Harry.
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Ron ran inside, only to find Katie Bell…but then looked farther in the corner of the room. There, sitting with Ginny, was Harry.
Ron was sure that he was telling Ginny everything he knew so far. He gulped and grabbed Harry by the arm when he reached the table. "We need to talk…now," he huffed.
"Oookay," Harry looked at Ginny. "Be right back," he said, confused as to what Ron wanted to say.
Ron dragged his best friend to the darkest corner of the room so that Ginny and Katie couldn't hear what they were saying.
"Blimey, Ron! What's the rush for?" Harry asked, just as confused as before.
"It's…it's Mione. I—I did something terrible to her! Just…just mind blowing I tell you!" Ron was breathing heavily, obviously scared.
Harry put his hands on Ron's shoulders, in hopes of calming him slightly. "Ron, deep breathes. What about Hermione?"
Ron's face suddenly twisted in fear. "I'm gonna be expelled for this, I know it! What'll I tell Dumbledore? What'll I tell my MUM?" he asked hysterically.
"Ron!" Harry gave his friend a slight smack. "What is going on?"
"I—I got her pregnant, Harry! I did!" Ron rushed in one breath. "Oh, I'm in big trouble, Harry! Bloody big trouble!" Ron said, his hands shaking.
Harry was taking time to swallow the information. "What about Ginny? You've got to tell her!"
Ron shot a death glare, which, for Harry, was unusual. "I will NOT tell my baby sister the very thing I told her to stay clear of! The VERY mistake I told her not to make that I did!" Ron was going into hysteria.
Harry grabbed Ron and shook him lightly. "Get a hold of yourself, Man! Does Hermione know that you know?"
Ron shook his head, too shaken up to speak anymore.
"Blimey…why not?"
"M—Madame Pomfrey told me that—she'd tell me when she was—ready," Ron stuttered.
Both boys stood in silence, Ron shaking violently everywhere. Harry wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand soon, his legs were so badly shaken up. "I'm not ready," Ron mumbled, shaking his head. "I can't be a daddy yet….I'm only fifteen and a half!"
"Blimey, Ron! Keep it down if you don't want Ginny to hear!" Harry scolded.
Ron took some shaky steps out of the corner, Harry following closely behind, in case he had a sudden collapse under the shocking pressure.
Ginny looked scared to look at him. "Ron…are you okay?"
Ron didn't say anything…he just stared into space, shaking.
"Ronny?" Ginny stood in front of him, "Ronny? What happened?" she gently took her brother's trembling hand, which made him jump slightly and nervously. "Ron…it's Ginny," she said softly, eyeing him. "Ronny, what's wrong?"
Only Ron didn't answer. He just broke out in crying and Ginny gave him a loving embrace. She looked at Harry. "Is—is he okay?"
Harry didn't answer her. He really didn't know. He just stared at a shaken up Ron, who looked as much as a little kid as he'd ever be. But someone had to be truthful to Ginny…so why not him? "I don't know, Ginny. I really don't know."
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