Diclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot k?
It was the first day of December. Icey winds blew constantly and furiously, making the walk to the greenhouses a very cold walk. But Ginny wasn't going to the Greenhouses as she should have been. No, she needed to see Madame Pomfrey. As Ginny walked into the obsessivly sterile room, a feeling of dread washed over her. Ginny gulped.
"Erm, Madame Pomfrey?" Ginny called out, as the Matron was in her office. The eager old woman bustled into the room and over to Ginny with a look of worry and curiosity.
"Are you alright? You look pale. Here, lie down and I'll get you some pepper-up potion, shall I?" She asked, and without waiting for a reply pushed Ginny onto the nearest bed and went to the cupboard and began digging for something or other.
"I'm late." Ginny said clearly. Madame Pomfrey stopped her search aburptly and stood up straight. There was a moment of silence before Pomfrey walked back to the sixteen year old.
"Late, late?" She asked.
"Late, late." Ginny replied. She looked down at her robes, and even now there was a slight roundness to her stomach that had not been there before.
"Do you get nauseas often?"
"Yes. I haven't been able to keep my food down since yesterday."
"Are your breasts sore?"
"Very."
"Do you have a keener sense of smell than normal?"
"For lunch today you ate a light chicken ceaser salad, and for breakfast you had porrige with brown sugar and a side of toast."
"Er, right..." Madame Pomfrey blinked a few timesw in disbelief, before continuing their game of 20 questions. "Have you been having cravings for any number of foods?"
"Yes. You don't happen to have any Peanut Butter do you?"
"No. Now I'm almost positive you're pregnant, but just to make sure, let's check." She conjured a screen from nowhere, then murmured something that Ginny couldn't quite make out, and her wand began to glow. "Remove your robes, please, and lay down." She said, softer than she normally would. Ginny found her self thoughtless. She didn't know what to think of any of this. Instead of thinking, Ginny obeyed. Ginny looked again at her stomach through her Aqua colored t-shirt. The bulge might not be what Madame Pomfrey thought it was. It could have just been some weight gain... 'Yeah right, and you're just 4 weeks late are you!' she thought and Ginny wanted to scream.
Ginny took a nervous breath and layed down on the crisp white linens. Ginny could smell the cleanliness of the pillow.
"This won't hurt a bit. " Madame Pomfrey smiled and Ginny smiled weakly back. Madame Pomfrey pulled Ginny's shirt up to her breasts, revealing a streatch of pale tummy. She lifted her wand and tapped Ginny's belly button, and lay the wand near the wast band of Ginny's jeans. "Hold still now." she said, rolling the screen closer to the bed. After a few seconds, a fuzzy image appeared on the screen, which slowly began to focus. Madame Pomfrey examined the picture for a moment and gave a small gasp of surprise. Ginny tried to see whatever she could, but couldn't.
Madame Pomfrey beamed at her. "You're having twins!" she cried, obviously expecting her to be excited as well. Ginny smiled at the nurse, but inside she was scared. What would her mother say?
Madame Pomfrey didn't notice however, only tapped Ginny's belly with her wand and magicked the screen away. "Congratulations! I'm going to go get some pamphlets for you." and with that the now cheerful witch bustled happily into her office. Ginny sat up, pulling down her shirt and moved over to a chair, not bothering to put her robes back on. No wonder she had a belly already. Twins. Ha! She should've known. What with Fred and George, and Mum's brother and sister were twins... Oh god. What was she going to do? Abortion was out of the question... Who could do something so evil? Adoption might be okay... If the family was a wizarding one... 'Wait! What am I thinking! If I put these babies up for adoption they'll grow up not knowing their real parents! They would hate that!' Ginny found herself thinking. That left her to raise the baby on her own. But she still had a year left of school! Would the teacher's allow her to bring her babies to classes? Well, Dumbledore could make them... 'This might actually work!' Ginny wanted to shout, because now that she had a plan (although not a very big one) she felt better, excited even.
For a few hours or so Ginny and Madame Pomfrey covered the material in the pamphlets and then some. She explained that the wizarding world, while much more advanced than the muggles in medical issues, had not yet come up with a painless way of birth. However, with the help of potions and magic, The birthing process would be quicker, and a little less painful. Ginny was a little nervous as she listened to the matron talk. She was going to be delivering twins. Two big heads were going to come out of her-
"Do you have any questions?"
"Erm, could you tell my mum for me? I'm not sure she'll be too happy when I tell her I want to keep them."
"I'm afraid you should tell her yourself. I suggest that you tell her during Christmas Break."
Ginny nodded and leaned back in her chair. How big would she be by Christmas?
"Now I have a question for you." Madame Pomfrey said with most seriousness. "Who is the father?"
Ginny blushed and murmured "Harry Potter."
Madam Pomfrey smiled slightly. "Good. He will most certainly be supportive of this decision." Madame Pomfrey paused then giggled softly, startling Ginny to death. She had never heard the nurse laugh. It was a bit unnerving, really. "The reporters will have a field day with this one."
Ginny groaned. Of course they would. She could see it now... "The Boy Who Lived and Miss Ginevra Weasly are expecting twins after a night of rulebreaking at Hogwarts..." Ginny hoped against hope that Rita Skeeter had learned her lesson!
"You'll be alright. Now, dinner is about to start, and you have some news to break to Mr. Potter, I believe." Madame Pomfrey said with a smile. Ginny stood up, wondering how much longer she'd be able to do it effortlessly... "Now, you'll need to check with me about once a month. Make sure you come by before you leave for Christmas. Oh, and Ginny?"
"Hmm?"
"Do remember that nobody can judge you but yourself. Not everyone will be supportive during your pregnancy." Ginny nodded. Madame Pomfrey wasn't as bad as people said she was. She just cared for her patients. Cared for them from the very depths of her heart.
Ron sat on the corner of his bed, reading the letter that would change his life forever.
Dear Ronald Weasley,
I know I am probably scaring the shit out of you for saying this, but the truth must be said, especially during times like these. I love you, Ronald. I love you from freckle to freckle. You're adorable, and funny, and most of all brave. You're the only Gryffindor I know who I will ever love. Ever. But my love for you is entire. Whole. A feeling worth mentioning, even though it means that I am gay. Even though it means that I'm breaking every Malfoy rule in the book, I love you. There, I said it. I, Draco Malfoy, loves Ronald Weasley. And now I have a question. Will you go out with me on the trip to Hogsmede this Saturday? I understand if you say no, but it would be soul crushing none the less.
Love, love, love, love (ah! What a relief to pen the word!),
Draco Malfoy.
Ron was just about to sing for joy. Really he was. I swear. He was already humming "I'm singing in the rain", but found it too slow for him, and began to hum something by Gwen Stefani. (AN: I don't care if those last two songs or whatever are sung by muggles or that their sung by Americans (or at least I think they are))
He pulled out some parchment and began to actually sing the parts he knew "If I was a rich girl! Nanananananananananananananana!" He sung at the top of his lungs. Shaking his almost non-existant butt around the room as he searched for his quill. "IF I HAD ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD! IF I WAS A WEALTHY GIRL!" He sung out the window, startling a few pigeons. Ron was about to continue, when the words were ripped out of his mouth by Hagrid who was strolling about beneath the tower. "OH! THAT MONEY COULD BUY ME! ABOUT EVERYTHING!" "I LOVE THAT SONG!" he shouted. Ron gulped and turned away from the window before someone saw the bright red color of his cheeks.
He found his quill (silently this time) and quickly wrote a resonse to Draco. A few crumpled peices of parchment and one outbreak of song later, Ron held out his final masterpiece.
Dear Draco,
It was a relief to read your letter and find out that my feelings are returned. I have loved you for ages. Which is a very long time, as you know. I would LOVE to go out with you this Saturday. I can't wait to see you, and stare for as long as I want without fear of drawing your unwanted attention, for now I know that you do want it. I love you too, Draco, with all my heart. Let us sever the ties between Gryffindor and Slytherin, once and for all.
With love,
Ron
He kissed his letter from Draco and set it gently beneath his pillow, then flooed the letter to the Slytherin common room, hoping that Malfoy would read it and not Pansy (or anybody else for that matter). Now all he could do was wait. Wait for Saturday to come. "Just three more days." he whispered to himself. "Just three more."
It was night, Hermione's favorite time of day. She was alone except for her thoughts and the stars, which was good. So now Percy knew. He knew of her feelings for him. He knew "What went so badly that she thought killing herself was the only way to get out of it", to put it in his words. Hermione smiled weakly through her tears. "Scares me to pieces." he had said. Hermione giggled, then sighed. Her happiness was limited nowadays.
Harry and Ron had tried many times to get her talk about it, but not with as much insistance as they would have normally. Hermione knew they were busy with their own lives. Ron was drowning in his hopes that Draco would love him. He hadn't told her of course, but Hermione could tell, and with Ron it wasn't exactly hard to figure out. Only someone blind would be able to miss Ron's infatuation with Draco. Someone blind to anything or anyone but Ginny, that is. Harry was rarley seen without the presence of Ginny. If it weren't that Ginny was always too busy with Harry to notice her, it wouldn't be so bad.
Being truly alone was okay to Hermione. Welcome, even. But being alone in a crowd of people, is just a bit too depressing. Hermione moved to the window, this time without thoughts of suicide. She wanted to see the sky. She smiled at the stars, and they twinkled back. No matter where Percy was or what he felt for her, they would always share the same sky.
AN: Okay pokay! How do you like where the story's going so far? Hmm... That's Interesting... I know Madame Pomfrey isn't herself, but I like to think that she has a soft spot, and that her normal behavior is simply the way she displays her love for the children. Was the news shocking? Or did I tell you what was coming at the begining of the story? Let me go see... (dum doo dee da da dee da doo dum dum dum doo dee da dee da doo doo dum dum... ) (just so you know that's elavator music while you wait...) Ahem! No, I didn't tell you what was coming! Was it convincing? Okay, to sum up the bunch of shit I've been rambling on about, how about I say this? Please review with constructive critism and stuff! Again, my mind's eye is starving! Please! FEED THE AUTHOR! (hey, that would make a fairly good campain or strike title huh?)