Hermione Granger hadn't... mentioned... to Harry some of the particulars of what had happened that night. She was fairly sure (judging by Ronald Weasley's reaction), that Ron, at least, had understood. Still, she had put that aside, for at least a little bit, to immerse herself in homework. Hermione was glad that she was nearly half done (as she had found some things to research and had gotten quite sidetracked a little ways into Potions).
She had spent a bit of time thinking about it at the time, of course, and a few weeks later - trying, and failing, to find a way to get a pregnancy test. She didn't know the spell - and she sure as Shirley wasn't going to look in the Black Family Library - that was more likely to have abortive spells for Muggleborns, anyway. Possibly without actually labeling them. And as Hermione wasn't at all sure what she'd want to do, if, that is, she was pregnant, she wasn't about to go looking under rocks where venomous spiders might dwell.
Three days before her monthly was due to start (though it had always been a bit wayward, just like Crookshanks), there was a package by her door (clearly slid under) in the morning. Hermione Granger opened it, and nearly dropped it in surprise. It was a Muggle Pregnancy Test. (She surely didn't want to ask Molly Weasley about this, and most especially because she really didn't know what she was going to do if she was pregnant. And she didn't want to say, didn't want to even think, that it would matter to her in the slightest that her child was sired by a Muggle - but she knew, deep in her heart where she buried secrets she was deadly ashamed of, that it would matter - if, that is, the child was born without magic. If not, well, then that could just go hang. But, as you needed to wait until the child was magically inclined (generally around two to four), she couldn't exactly make the decision while the child was still in her tummy. And abandoning a baby was not only unsavory, it was also immoral. And Hermione told herself firmly that she hadn't sunk that low, and wasn't going to.)
ANYWAY, she wrenched herself back to the present, opening the box and feeling as if Christmas had come early - or as if the storm outside was about to finally fall, and then she'd at least know that she had a problem. Although, if she decided on it, sneaking out for an abortion was going to be an issue. Possibly less than having a child in the middle of a war, but... Still.
She pulled out the test (wrapped in plastic), and read the instructions. Three times. She only had one of these, and she didn't want to waste it. Yes, the instructions did say that she could test herself now, it had been over a week. Yes, it was only moderately reliable (95%), but the more reliable ones could be used in a month.
Hermione took the pregnancy test and slipped into the bathroom, pulling down her plain cotton panties and sitting on the toilet. She put her hand on her tummy, and started to think. Wondering if there really was a baby growing in her belly. At the point where she was tempted to talk to her own stomach, Hermione grabbed ahold of herself by her metaphorical ear. Get a grip and stop stalling! She told herself, in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Snape's.
Closing her eyes, she urinated on the stick - screwing one open just a slit to make sure she wasn't missing, for some reason, and then she closed her eyes, counting to a hundred (and picturing each and every stone as she went from 1 to there, so as to not get caught in more unfounded thinking).
Hermione Granger opened her eyes, looking down at the stick, which very clearly read "Not Pregnant." Hermione's nervous face split into a large grin, and she nearly skipped out of the bathroom on the way down to breakfast. The boys wouldn't be awake for another hour, so the coast was clear.
[a/n: Yes, Hermione's the type to torture herself over this. You know it, and I know it. I saved the "how could I have been so stupid" melodrama. You're welcome. Leave a review!]