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Ron was scared out of his wits for the rest of the day.
He said nothing to anybody, and he kept to himself, which was really kind of out of the normal for him. Both Ginny and Harry hated to see him in this state, but allowed Ron to have his space to do whatever he wanted to and needed to. Whatever would make him the slightest bit happy.
It was later that night when Ron was in his four- poster bed, crying silently to himself, imagining all the things his mother, Molly Weasley would say. He was almost too scared to let her know of it. But with brothers like he had, and with a sister like Ginny, who was bound to find out with her smarts, it was more than likely that she would find out one way or another. But to Ron, it felt like he needed to be the one to tell her. Him more than anybody else in the world, for that matter.
He got up, grabbed a piece of parchment from a nearby table, and his quill. He stole down to the library, being as silent as he could, so not to get caught, and when he reached the library doors, he opened it slowly and carefully. "Lumos," he muttered, his face still teary, and his eyes red. Instantly, a few candles here and there lit up, and Ron stole to a far away spot from the door and started writing, his teardrops leaking on the paper, leaving blotches:
Dear Mum,
Blimey, I don't know where to start. I'm up to my knees and at the end of my wand in trouble. I'm scared, Mum, I really am this time. I don't know what to say to anybody once she tells me herself. I don't know who to talk to. I just don't want to get expelled from school.
Ron stopped for a moment to wipe his nose on his pajama sleeve and dry his eyes just a little. Then, he continued,
I guess it all started when Hermione got sick. She's been sick for a while, like I'd told you before. We all thought that it was just the flu or something. So, I asked her to go to the ward before coming to breakfast, and she told me that she did. She lied to me, Mum. She lied to me.
But I didn't know that until she collapsed in the middle of Professor Snape's class and Harry and I had to take her to the ward ourselves. It was then that I found out from Madame Pomfrey that Hermione hadn't been to the ward earlier that day. I had explained everything that had been going on the past weeks to Hermione. She went back to check on Mione again...then she came back and told me the most frightening news I could get. It's shook me up all day and it's got me scared out of my wits so bad, I'm crying...hence the splotches on the letter.
Mum, Mione's pregnant. I don't know what to do...and I was almost scared to tell you. I knew how furious you'd be at me, but I wanted to tell you more'n anybody else telling you. I'd rather have you have heard it from me than anybody else, I mean.
Mum, please don't be angry with me too much. I'm already too much mad at myself for letting this happen. Some big brother I am for Ginny to look up to, eh? I feel so stupid...making the very mistake I wouldn't and I didn't want her to.
Ron stopped, dropped his quill and sobbed loudly. After writing what he did about being someone for Ginny to look up to, he'd lost it completely. Ginny was his world...he'd never want to hurt her, especially by the example that he'd set that he'd been trying to protect her of all along. He didn't believe that this'd happened. Ginny was practically the only person in the family (besides his mom) that would love him no matter what. Would be with him no matter what he would've done...but this was far beyond forgivable and loveable. So very far beyond it.
Ron dried his eyes, then finished off saying, I'm sorry for the interruption in my letter,
Mum. I-- I had to think things over. I'm in big trouble, Mum. Madame Pomfrey wants Mione and I to talk to Dumbledore as soon as she tells me. But what then, Mum? What then? I'm afraid I'll get expelled or worse! I don't want to...and I don't want Mione to, either. What do I do? I need your help.
Please send a letter ASAP back with Pig.
I love you very much,
Ron
Ron folded up his letter and stole to the Owlery to send his letter with his pet owl, Pig.
His face stained in tears, he tied the letter to Pig's leg. "Send this to Mum," he choked. "And hurry back with a replay as soon as you can."
Pig nipped Ron's finger affectionately, then flew off into the night, and Ron could do nothing but wait for a reply letter so anxiously.
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It was even a miracle that Ron had slept that night at all. He felt like he'd been tossing and turning all night, and according to Harry, it'd been true. He felt groggy and exhausted, barely awake to get through the door. He barely ate breakfast, which worried both Ginny and Harry to the brim.
Later after class, Harry had pulled Ron aside. "Ron, I want you to listen to me."
Ron nodded groggily, his eyelids half open.
"You can't let Hermione being pregnant with your child be the death of you! You barely slept last night and you barely ate today! You're always hungry!" Ron nodded again, but rubbed his eyes so that he was somewhat awake. "I- I know. But I'm scared, you know?" he said. "Think about it, Harry: say hypothetically that you and Ginny were together--"
Harry turned pink, which then made Ron's ears turn red. "Just pretend, okay? For my sake?"
Harry huffed, "Fine"
Ron looked at Harry, whose face was still pink. "What if you found out that Ginny was pregnant out of the blue with your child?" he asked, shooting a apologetic look. "What would you do? Act like everything's bloody okay?"
Harry mulled it over for a few moment, trying to avoid eye contact with him."I-- I guess I'd be like you," he said. "But I'd at least eat," he joked, sending a smile at Ron.
Ron nodded. "Yeah, I know. I was just feeling queasy, that's all," he mumbled massaging his stomach gingerly. "Still hurts."
Harry nodded, then said, "You gotta tell Ginny."
Ron nodded, tears brimming his brown eyes. "I don't wanna," he said hoarsely.
"She'll find out sooner or later, Ron," Harry told his friend gently. "You're not going to be able to hide it forever."
Ron nodded again. "I know," his voice shook. "I- I just don't want her to make the same mistake I did. I don't want her to hate me."
"How could she hate you?" Harry asked, incredulous. Ron shrugged. "She just could."
"She won't...and she won't make the same mistake you did with Hermione. You know why?"
Ron nodded 'no', his stomach feeling worse. He was pretty sure that he was going to hurl any second.
"Because she has you for a brother, Ron. Don't let your mistake keep you from being the Ron Ginny knows and love, okay? She's-- uh-- kind of scared," he added with a small hint of worry. And for a moment, a moment only, Ron thought that the last part of the sentence was out of worry for Ginny. After all, Ginny had told him that she'd liked Harry, and made him swear not to tell. But, Ron couldn't resist.
He smiled, "You know what, Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"She likes you-- Ginny-- she really does," he told him with a smile. "Don't tell her I told you. I'd be in bigger trouble with that alone than when she finds out what I did to Mione."
Harry nodded, his ears bright red now. "I won't. You've got my word for it."
"Weasley!"
Ron flinched at the sound of Professor McGongall's voice piercing through the hallways. "Y- yes?" he stammered, leaving Harry and forcing his eyes to look at her...hoping in the bottom of his heart that she hadn't just yet found out about Hermione.
"Granger needs you," she said. "I'd go now if I were you. I won't hold it against you if you're a little late for my class, seeing how she's in the ward and sick."
Ron nodded and started off, but McGongall stopped him again, "Mister Weasley!"
Ron whipped around, "Yes, Professor?"
"No more than fifteen minutes!" she advised. "Or else...you know the consequences."
Ron nodded. "I understand," he smiled before taking off in the direction of the ward.
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Ron went into the ward without much trouble, finding Hermione lying down, her face looking a little less pale, but flushed nonetheless.
"Mione?" Hermione opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Hi, Ron. Got my call?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
Ron nodded and forced a smile, sitting in the chair next to her bed. "You okay?" he asked, so really wanting to ask, "How could you not tell me that you were pregnant with my kid!"
"Okay...I guess," she answered, sitting up. "Ron, there's something I really want to tell you...but you have to promise me that you won't flip out."
Ron sighed. He knew what was coming, so why not tell her now that he already knew? "Hermione...it's okay. I-- I already know."
Hermione was shocked. "You-- you do?"
"Why didn't you want Madame Pomfrey to tell me that you were pregnant instead of leaving me out in the cold about it?" Ron asked, taking her hand gently. Hermione looked directly into his eyes. "Because, Ron! I don't know who the daddy is right now." 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
How's that for a nice cliffie for you? lol
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