A/N: Okay, here's chapter ten…

Chapter 10

You Pee on a What?

Hermione was nowhere to be found, so it was only Harry, Ron and Ginny that went down to Hagrid's that evening. They told Hagrid all about what happened and he listened while he made tea. "Well, like I said a long time ago. People can be a bit stupid abou' their pets." Hagrid said. Fang slobbered all over Ron.

Despite what Hagrid said, Ginny was still furious with Hermione two weeks later and they refused to be in the common room together. Even Crookshanks steered clear of Ginny. Hermione had taken refuge in the library with Ron, while Harry tried to reason with Ginny.

"Gin, maybe you could forgive Hermione? After all, she didn't tear up your room. Crookshanks did, and all he wanted was Arnold." Harry tried to say.

"Harry!" Ginny said, obviously appalled at this suggestion. "Are you saying it's Arnold's fault?" She demanded. Harry sighed. Ginny was being unreasonable and positively silly, but Harry'd never tell her that.

"Of course I'm not." Harry lied, "But it isn't Hermione's either." He said, poking his girlfriend's nose.

"But it's so easy to be angry with her." Ginny said. Harry roared with triumph inside. He was breaking down the barrier that blocked Ginny and Hermione's friendship.

"Yet you two are so close. You still have to help her plan her wedding and your room is as good as new anyway." Harry said, hugging her a little closer to him. She put her hand on his chest and gazed into the common room fire. "You've been angry with her for two weeks. Isn't that enough? I know you Ginny. It's my job to know you, inside and out. And this isn't easy for you, it's tearing you apart." Harry reasoned.

"It's not either!" She said, sitting up. Harry raised an eyebrow at her. She sighed and fell back against him again. "Oh forget it. Yes it is." She said. "Harry Potter you are the most conniving person I've ever met. How is it you make me see reason when other's can't?" She demanded. Harry chucked softly.

"Because other's don't make you feel the way that I make you feel, and they don't love you and know you the way I do, and they don't touch you and hold you by like I do." He said, blowing in her ear on the last part. She shivered and slid her arms around her boyfriend's waist. They kissed softly and stared into the fire.

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Meanwhile…

"I will not!" Hermione said, crossing her arms and turning away from her fiancé. They were sitting at a table in the library.

"Love, listen. Harry will make Ginny understand it wasn't your fault and she'll apologize." Ron tried to turn Hermione back to him, but she wouldn't budge.

"Fine, then she can just bring her arrogant butt down here and apologize." Hermione said.

"Hermione! Why would you call her arrogant?" Ron demanded.

"Because she won't swallow her bloody pride and apologize!" Hermione said, finally turning to face Ron.

"Well, we'll just go to the common room and I bet she will! The library's about to close anyway. It's nearly ten." Ron said, placing a hand on Hermione's knee.

"I won't go! She can come here and apologize and we can all go back together." Hermione snapped, turning away from Ron again.

"Love," Ron said, sliding his arms around her from behind. She tried to push him off, but he didn't move. "Love," he said again, sliding his hands to her inner thighs and rubbing his hands there. She sucked in a sharp breath.

"Ron, don't." She hissed, looking around. Madame Pince was fixing books at her desk, paying them no mind, and she and Ron were the only students there.

"I can make it worth the walk." Ron growled in Hermione's ear. She shivered.

"Fine. We'll go." She said, gathering her books and stowing them in her bag. Ron did the same and they exited the library. Just as they were nearing the Fat Lady's portrait, Ron yanked Hermione behind a tapestry on the wall, opened a door, and they disappeared into it.

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"What do you want to do?" Harry asked Ginny back in the common room.

"Well, you know what I want to do, but as we can't right now, um, I think I'm going to write mum with my new writing set you bought me. What about you?" She asked. Harry shrugged.

"I could tidy up my Firebolt for practice tomorrow." He mumbled.

"Okay. Go get it." She kissed him quickly and went to find her writing set. Harry trudged up the stairs, grabbed his Firebolt and Broomstick Servicing Kit and went back downstairs.

Ginny sat back in a corner of the couch and started her letter. Her legs were over Harry's lap, who was clipping stray twigs off the tail. Just then the common room door banged open and Hermione and Ron fell through it, laughing hysterically.

Ginny quickly put the lid on her ink, placed it and the quill neatly in the box, and placed that on top of her parchment on the floor. Harry put down his Firebolt and the twig clippers and looked 'round at his two best friends. He and Ginny shared a glance. Hermione's hair was bushier than usual, and Ron's was sticking straight up. Hermione had missed a button on her cloak, and Ron's tie was askew, his shirt un-tucked. Ron pulled Hermione over to an armchair where he placed her on his lap.

"Hermione!" Harry said pleasantly, pretending nothing was awkward or anything. "I have been talking to Ginny and she'd like to say something." Harry looked over at his girlfriend, who looked slightly sick. Hermione kept squeaking and jumping and one of Ron's hands was nowhere to be seen. "Hermione." He said testily.

"I'm listening!" She said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Ron! Stop it!" Harry hissed. Ron tried to look innocent.

"I'm not doing anything, nope, not a thing." He said, just as Hermione gave a particularly loud squeal.

"Honestly!" Ginny said. She grabbed her writing set and parchment, and headed to her room at a sprint.

"You said she'd apologize." Hermione said, reaching behind her and presumably grabbing one of Ron's hands.

"She would've!" Harry said venomously. Both Ron and Hermione looked shocked at his tone.

"Harry, what d'you—?" Ron began.

"You know very well what I mean! She was going to apologize, until you two came in here, freshly shagged, and Ron's hand down your bloody pants, Hermione!" Harry stood up with his broom and kit. He looked at them, feeling slightly sick himself, and judging by the slightly hurt look on their faces, he looked disgusted. Hermione blinked.

"Well, she should've apologized a long time ago." She said.

"Maybe so, but I think it's pretty tactless to come in here, giggling and groping when you know very well she wanted to say sorry. How could you think she would with you two carrying on like you were? I'm pretty disappointed in both of you." Harry said slowly and calmly. And with that, he spun on his heel and went upstairs, leaving Hermione looking ashamed, and Ron looking grave.

Harry slammed the door shut and put his stuff in his trunk. He conjured up pillows and a black wig and stuffed his bed. Then he bent back over his trunk. Straightening, he swept the invisibility cloak over himself, drew his bed hangings shut, and crept up to Ginny's room. Harry knocked softly and Ginny flung the door open. Harry went inside, letting his shoulder hit hers softly so she'd know it was him.

She closed the door quietly and locked it with her wand while Harry slipped his cloak off and put it on the bench at the end of Ginny's bed. She turned to him, angry tears in her eyes. He silently held out his arms and she went to him, putting hers around his waist and burying her face in his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently and whispered to her. When she'd calmed down he sat down on the bed and pulled her on his lap.

"I nearly threw up." She said quietly. "That's why I ran, not to mention I was about to blow up at them."

"I was pretty revolted too. I didn't blow up at them, but I did talk to them." Harry said, continuing to rub her back.

"What did you say?" Ginny asked, wiping her eyes. Harry told her what all was said and how he'd handled it. She stared at him. "So you were just calm?" She asked.

"Yeah. I remember when I used to get caught at stuff and had to see Dumbledore, how calm he was with me, and how much worse that made me feel. I remember wishing he would yell at me instead of hearing the hurt and disappointment in his voice." Harry said quietly. Ginny nodded.

"And did it work on them?" She asked.

"I don't know. I think so. They didn't say anything when I was leaving." Harry mused. "Have you found the chocolates?" He asked suddenly. Ginny giggled.

"Chocolates?" She said. Harry smiled and indicated for her to get up. She did and he went straight over to the nightstand. He bent down and pushed a small button. A secret drawer popped out of the very bottom of the nightstand. Ginny gasped. "I didn't know it did that!" She said. Harry straightened up with a box of chocolates. He held them out. "When did you do this?" She took the box.

"When I was fixing everything that day. I noticed the drawer had popped out and so I conjured a box of chocolates and put them in there, hoping you'd find them." Harry said, shrugging.

"Oh, Harry." She hugged him, then brought her face to his and kissed him slowly, but heatedly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. The box fell from Ginny's hands as she tangled her fingers in Harry's hair. He sent a privacy charm to the door and they stumbled back onto the bed. Harry ran his hands up under Ginny's shirt as she tugged his off his head. Harry undid her bra as she fumbled with his belt.

The chocolates lay forgotten.

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"Ron, I feel awful." Hermione said miserably. They were in the room concealed by the tapestry. The same room they'd shagged in not long before.

"Oh, and I don't?" Ron snapped.

"Ron!" Hermione wailed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just upset." He said, wrapping his fiancée in his arms.

"I've ruined everything between me and Ginny. And if Ginny hates me, then Harry will stay with her and not come to us, and we'll not be friends anymore. I just can't bear that, Ronald." She said, trying to stop the loud sob threatening to come from her. It was a mark that Ron was pretty upset when he didn't even correct her for calling him 'Ronald'.

"Tomorrow we'll go to Ginny and apologize and tell her how stupid we were for doing that, and then maybe she'll apologize to you as well for the whole Crookshanks thing." Ron suggested. Hermione nodded.

"Okay. Should we head back?"

"Yeah, probably." Ron said. He heaved himself off the floor and pulled Hermione up with him. They looked carefully around before darting to the Fat Lady, giving the password, (thestralwings) and heading up to their dormitories.

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It was about a month later. Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione were all on speaking terms again. Ginny had a fair few tears while apologizing about blaming Hermione for what Crookshanks did, just like Hermione had a few tears while apologizing about what she and Ron had done.

Harry was worried about Ginny at the time, though. She'd been acting strange and Harry didn't think it had anything to do with nerves about the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff that evening. She was quite silent at dinner and just held Harry's hand quietly as they walked down to the Quidditch pitch to get ready. Harry cornered her in the locker room though.

"Gin? What's wrong? You've been upset for about a week now. What's the matter?" Harry asked as he finished dressing.

"Just nerves, Harry. I'm loaded with work and helping Hermione with her wedding and stuff and I haven't been getting much sleep. That's all." She said as she picked up her broomstick. Harry decided to leave it at that since Colin was bellowing at them to hurry up and get ready to fly onto the pitch. Everyone made his or her way to the doors. Harry and Ginny stood side-by-side and waited for the whistle.

When it came they all filed out onto the pitch. Colin shook hands with the Hufflepuff captain and everyone mounted their brooms. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and they were off. Harry's nerves were left behind like always as he soared into the air. Ginny caught the Quaffle and soared away towards the Hufflepuff goals. Harry went high in the air and circled around, searching for a tiny speck of gold.

The game went on for about twenty minutes before Harry even saw a glimpse of the Snitch. He pelted towards the glint of gold. He could practically hear the crowd holding it's breath. Harry stretched his hand towards it when a Bludger came out of nowhere and nearly unseated him. He had to loop around and in the process, lost sight of the tiny gold ball, and so did, it appeared, the Hufflepuff Seeker.

There was a groan of disappointment from the stands and everyone shifted their attention from the two Seekers, circling the stadium, back down to the game itself. Harry squinted everywhere trying to see even a slight shade of gold. After another ten minutes, he found it again. He pelted after it. The Hufflepuff Seeker was far behind.

Harry wondered faintly where the Bludgers were. He reached out and grasped the tiny golden ball. He turned around, expecting a blast of cheers, but instead everyone's eyes were on Ginny, who had the Quaffle. The two Bludgers had hit her. Her nose was bleeding and her arm was hanging crookedly at her side.

The Bludgers came back around for another attack and one knocked the Quaffle out from under her uninjured arm and the other caught her in the back. This all seemed to happen in slow motion. Ginny slowly fell forward onto her broom, and then slid off the side. She pelted downward.

Nobody was close enough to her, yet Harry was urging his Firebolt as fast as it would go to her. There was no way he'd make it in time, but he had to try. She hit the sand with a resounding thud. Harry landed so hard he fell over, but picked himself up just as quickly. Madame Hooch landed as well and hurried over to him.

"YOU CANNOT LAND UNTIL THE GAME IS OVER!" She yelled over the yelling crowd. Harry shoved the Snitch in her face and ran to Ginny. "GAME OVER!" Madame Hooch yelled. She blew her whistle and instantly Madame Pomfrey, a medi-witch and medi-wizard ran onto the field. Harry was holding Ginny's uninjured hand and stroking her hair. She was gazing at him.

"You're going to be all right." Harry whispered. She smiled slightly and squeezed his hand. The Healers magicked her onto a stretcher and Harry followed them, still clutching Ginny's hand in one of his, and his Firebolt in the other hand. They went all the way up to the Hospital Wing and put Ginny onto a bed. Harry stood back while they worked. Madame Pomfrey was tapping Ginny's nose, arm and leg with her wand.

The medi-witch was shining a small light into Ginny's eyes while the medi-wizard stuck a long needle attached to a tube into Ginny's arm. She didn't even jump. Harry assumed she was a little out of it.

"What've you got, Elvira?" Madam Pomfrey asked the witch.

"Minor concussion. You have the treatment for it?"

"Of course!" Madame Pomfrey answered indignantly. She bustled to her office and came back with a bottle of bright orange liquid. The witch measured it and forced it into Ginny's mouth. She coughed and sputtered, but swallowed it. Harry watched the wizard put a thick greenish yellow substance in the I.V.

"Potter, make sure that she stays awake. I have to see these Healers back to St. Mungos and I'll be back shortly. Do NOT, under ANY circumstances, let her fall asleep, understand?" Madame Pomfrey snapped. Harry nodded and went to Ginny's bed. Madame Pomfrey pulled the curtains shut. Harry heard the doors slam and knew he and Ginny were alone now.

"Harry…" Ginny muttered softly. He conjured up a chair, sat in it and took her hand.

"I'm here, love." He said. She squeezed his hand.

"What happened…?" She breathed.

"You fell from your broom. Must've been at least 40 feet. You have a minor concussion and Madame Pomfrey fixed your arm and leg and nose that were broken." Harry said gently.

"So tired…" She said.

"You mustn't fall asleep, Ginny. You have to stay up." Harry said urgently. She nodded and her eyes started to close. "Ginny!" They snapped open. "You have to keep your eyes open."

"Just resting them…" She murmured. Harry shook his head.

"Nope, look into my eyes." He ordered. The door banged open.

"HARRY?" Ron bellowed. Ginny moaned and grabbed her head. Harry reached back and pulled the curtains aside. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Colin, and Hagrid were all standing there. They hurried over to him at once. Ron pulled the curtain back and Hermione conjured up enough chairs for them to all sit. "Ginny? How're you doing?" Ron asked weakly.

"Good until you came in yelling like that." Ginny said, rubbing her head with her fingers on the arm that had just been mended.

"Sorry." Ron sank into a chair. Hermione was white and shaking. Hagrid looked pretty upset. Neville looked on the verge of tears and Colin looked torn between being happy his team won, and being devastated his best Chaser had a concussion. They all talked with Ginny and helped keep her awake until Madame Pomfrey came in and nearly fainted at the sight of all of them around Ginny's bed.

"Out! Out! OUT!" She yelled. Ginny convinced her to let Harry stay, but the others were forced out of the Hospital Wing.

Ginny seemed to be fretting about something over the next two weeks she was in the Hospital Wing. She had stopped bleeding internally and her head was almost back to normal.

"Harry, listen to me. Go up to my room and into the bathroom. Get the small box on the right side of my sink and bring it to me." Ginny said urgently. Harry saw the pleading look in her eyes, told Madame Pomfrey he'd be back in a minute, and then ran to Gryffindor Tower. He found what Ginny was talking about, seized it, and ran all the way back to the Hospital Wing.

"Here…it is." He gasped, holding it out to her. She looked to make sure Madame Pomfrey was in her office before taking it. Harry suddenly caught sight of the box and nearly passed out. "Pregnancy test?" He hissed. She clapped a hand over his mouth. He mumbled something and she moved her hand.

"What?" She snapped.

"What makes you think you're pregnant?" He demanded.

"I missed my period this month." She said. Harry sank weakly into a chair. "No, stand up! I need you to help me into the bathroom." She said urgently. Harry stood back up and helped Ginny shuffle to the bathroom. She went into it, clutching the box. Harry waited anxiously beside the door. Ginny came out five minutes later.

"Well?" Harry asked.

"I'll know in five minutes." She said, leaning against the wall heavily.

"How will you know?" Harry inquired.

"That was a pregnancy test I ordered from a Muggle shop. You pee on a stick and if two lines show up purple you are and if one line is pink you aren't." Ginny explained.

"You pee on a what?" Harry demanded.

"A stick." Ginny said, checking her watch. She went back in the bathroom and picked up the stick. She burst into tears. Harry rushed forward.

"You are?" He asked, about to start panicking.

"No!" She cried. Harry looked at the stick in her hand. It had one pink line.

He had never loved the color pink more in his life.

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A/N: Well, whadda you guys think? I hope you liked this chapter! Did everybody guess what the title of it meant or did you wonder what she peed on? If you wondered that, tell me what it was you thought it was. I could use a few laughs. LOL. I'm really glad you all like my story so far! I've only gotten one review that said the sex scene sucked and lacked emotion, but the rest of you seemed to like it. Anyway, push the little button so I'll know whatcha think!