Her stomach made its way to her throat. She was pregnant? She closed her eyes to make the nausea go away, also praying that it was not true. When her eyes reopened the truth was still standing her in the face, in the form of a blue line. She tried to think rationally. Would she tell anyone? Her parents, no one else. Should she keep it? It's not an it Hermione!
Hands trembling, she went to go sit on the toilet seat, which also started to shake from the verocity of her sobs. A baby...something was not quite right. Her mind pondered over everything looking for the missing fact. Something clicked and her heart lurched. The test was wrong, she couldn't have a baby, she was still a virgin. Her face broke into a relieved smile and all worries were pushed from her mind as she left the confinement of the bathroom.
Harry's eyes were obscured with the emotion of concern as Hermione came into the compartment of the train at platform 9 3/4. Her face tried to accomadate the streching of her skin as she tried to smile. It was more of a grimace. He seemed to notice, and asked a silent question.
"I'm fine, Harry, just a bit of stress. Living up to my bookworm reputation." This time she did smile, and Harry's face turned into a mask of relief.
"Ron went to get some sweets from the trolley lady. You finish with your rounds?"
During the summer Hermione had been named Head Girl. No surprise there. Except she wasn't as happy as she would've been, if there hadn't been so much on her plate already.
"Yes, and of course, looking for Neville's toad. Poor boy was distressing about it."
"I am not a poor boy." Neville's head was now popping throught the compartment door, and his face fought to control the twitchs at the corner of his mouth.
"Neville! Come on in, is Ginny there with you?" The last Hermione said more as a statement then a question. Of course she was there, had been, ever since Gin and Neville had started dating. All he did was smile as he came into the compartment with Ginny holding unto his hand. His eyes strayed to an unoccupied seat, and he made his way towards it. Pulling Ginny unto his lap as he sat down, his hand strayed to Crookshanks and he started to pet him.
"Herm, you look a bit pale. And you to Harry! What do you guys do in the summer? Your supposed to get a tan." This was said by Ginny, and although she had meant no harm, "Herm" visibly tensed.
No one seemed to notice the change, however, and Hermione fought to keep her mask of indifference on while she answered.
"No kids in my neighborhood, so you know I mostly stayed in, reading and watching the telly." Harry's response was the same as Hermione's.
"Nothing much, hung around. Dursleys let me play on the computer though." He seemed to be happy about that, but I didn't know what he found so facinating. Those computers hurt my eyes. Hermione seemed to realize she was the only one to remain standing and promptly sat down. Her hand had just been in the process of pulling out the book Alyss in Wonderland to pass the time, when the compartment door once more opened.
A shrill voice stopped her from lifting her head to see who had entered. She already knew. Malfoy and his gang.
"If it isn't Scarhead and his infamous sidekicks." Pansy's voice was like nails against a chalkboard, but before Hermione could cover her ears, a lower voice spoke.
"My, it would seem the Mudblood gained a few stones." She could practically see the smirk on Malfoy's face. Her head snapped up from its position, and her mind didn't catch up with what her mouth was saying.
"And you'd notice, wouldn't you Malfoy? Admiring my curves lately, have you?"
His face contorted into disgust and hatred, but before he could attempt anything, Harry and Ron were in his face with their wands out, threatening him to get out of their compartment. Malfoy seemed to notice the best course of action and left to go to an other part of the train.
Hermione fell unto the bed in exhaustion. Her eyes asessed the ceiling above her that was strewn with stars, while feeling the beginning of a headache. At least she hadn't had to hear everyone talking to her, they had seemed to notice her still frazzled nerves from the train ride and had come to some sort of pact to leave her alone until she was calm. She rolled her eyes. Her mind was becoming less sharp, she could feel it, and before sleeping took over, she got up to put away all her clothes and books.
What she hadn't noticed before, now was staring her in the face. The room was pretty large for a single person and Hermione finally felt her heart lift. It was all white. The walls, bedspread, armchairs, bookcases, the study table, everything. Her hand made its way to her pocket and she took out her wand. The room was supposed to change at the command of her wand, and it quickly did so. The floor was made of wooden planks with a circular, dark brown rug taking over most of ther floor space. Near a brick fireplace, two off-white, high-backed chairs were next to eachother, seperated by a table that now had a vase with a sunflower in it. Her eyes passed over a never-melting chocolate vanity, which had the triple usage of satisfing her crave for chocolate, keep her clothes inside clean, and also leaving the scent of chocolate on them. Then her eyes came to rest on the bed that sat right across the doorway. The matress was swathed in a simple duvet of a brown so dark, at first glance it looked black. The pillows were off-white like the armchairs, and super fluffy. Bedposts were made of wood and the curtains ,which matched the bedspread, hung onto them with golden ropes. She looked at all the walls and was happy to note that all the walls were covered from head to toe with bookcases, overflowing with books of course. Actually, one wall had a huge semi-circle window with a window seat, and the wall right across the bed had a huge round door, interrupting the bookcases. It reminded Hermione of a hobbit door. She smiled and started to unpack her clothes into the vanity.
An hour and a half later, Hermione was done and was now laying down on the rug in front of the fireplace, listening to some music while finishing the book she had started on the train ride. Her toes grazed the top of the rug in little circles in tempo with the music she was listening to. She had changed into a pair of silk boxers that had Spongebob Square Pants on them, and a white tank top which gave her no warmth. She was ignoring the chill by also humming along with the singer. So, of course she was surprised when Crookshanks jumped unto her back, almost giving her a heart attack.
"Crooks! Uff, don't do that! You scared the beejezers out of me."
She gave an impatient sigh as Crookshanks continued to weeve around her legs that she was now standing on.
"What do you want? The bathroom? I don't know where that is Crooks. We don't have one in this room. Sorry."
Crooks was of different mind however, and slowly made his way to a bookcase. Her eyes betrayed confusion until she noticed a book sticking out further than the others. As if waiting for her to just...pluck it. Her hand grasped at it, and the bookcase suddenly became a doorway, which Hermione stood at, dumbstruck from the sight in front of her.
The walls were dark with a border of cheetah prints, and on top of some of the wooden counters of the bathroom were aromic candles and baby's breath. The bathtub was a beigeish yellow and it was about 6 feet deep. Hermione quickly took a few feet away from the sight. The walls were closing in on her, the candles flames growing longer, leaping at her. Shallow breaths were emitting from her, and she was desperately trying to run. Her feet though were planting to the ground with a sticky substance, and at a fleeting glance, she saw it was blood. Her own.