A/N: I'm baaaaaaaaack :) Be afraid, be very afraid.
Disclaimer: Nope, wait let me check, nah, it's not me :(
Pyro: Is it cool if I call you Pyro? Good, read to find out ooooooooooooh
"Ah, Miss Beaumont," Madame Poppy Pomfrey said in a sing-song voice, "Glad that you could join us."
When she said us Marissa was confused, the only person she could see was Poppy.
"They're over there," Poppy said pointing to the chair next to the hospital bed.
Marissa tried to roll over but found that her back hurt from the fall onto the hard dungeon floors.
"Here hone," She heard a familiar voice say, "I'll help you."
Soon Ron came into her line of vision and he helped her move onto her side.
Marissa saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione sitting there.
"What happened?" Marissa asked curious about her fall during Potions, hopeful for an answer to her odd symptoms for the last three weeks.
"It's quite simple really," Hermione stated.
"Not really," A disheveled Ron countered.
"Actually it kinda is, mate," Harry said to Ron.
"This is not fucking simple," Ron repeated angry that his best mate was taking the side of Hermione.
"It's not simple at all." All five heads turned to see the source of the sound, Dumbledore, standing in the threshold of the room.
"Thank you, Professor," Ron said sitting down on the chair next to the infirmary bed.
"No problem Ron," Dumbledore smiled but the twinkle in his thoughtful blue eyes was missing, "But I am not here to side on arguments. I am here to discuss something with Marissa here."
Dumbledore pointed to the tired teen on the bed, "We need privacy."
Once all three students left the room, leaving only Poppy, Marissa and the Headmaster, Marissa spoke, "What's going on?" She looked from adult to adult confused on the strange happenings.
"Marissa," Madame Pompfrey started slowly, "We know of your drug use."
Marissa's heart dropped, her parents couldn't find out. They would surely kick her out and disown her forever.
She soon felt tears stinging her eyes and her lip start to curl, "Please don't tell my parents." It was a desperate plea and it sounded weak.
"Marissa," Dumbledore said deeply, "We need to inform them of your condition but we will keep the drug use from them as long as you go to drug use meetings we have."
Marissa had many questions but, instead she made a stamement, "I have two questions."
"Yes Miss Beaumont?" Asked Dumbledore, nodding his head toward her.
"You have drug use meetings?"
"Yes Miss Beaumont," Dumbledore repeated this time as a statement and not a question.
"Why?"
"Miss Beaumont," Dumbledore said smiling grimly, "We may be magical, but drugs conquer even us."
"Why am I still here," Marissa asked hoping that Dumbledore would say anything beside what she was suspecting.
"Marissa," Dumbledore said his eyes softening. He hesitated.
"Professor," Marissa begged, "Please tell me what's wrong with me."
"Not now Miss Beaumont." Dumbledore said leaving allowing Madame Pomfrey to take over.
"Marissa," Pomfrey asked picking up a piece of paper, "When was your last menstruation?"
Marissa had to think back, "Um, I haven't had one since…"
Marissa's face fell and shock took over her body, she hadn't had a period for at least two months.
"When, Miss Beaumont," Poppy asked again after awaiting a response.
"Two months ago," Marissa answered softly.
"Have you experienced any unexplainable sickness, vomiting or breast tenderness?" Madame Promfrey asked tilting her head.
Marissa just nodded her heart sinking with each question.
"Marissa," Poppy said trying to make eye contact with the scared teen, "Are you sexually active?"
Tears sprung to Marissa's eyes before she could do anything.
"Marissa we can't be sure of anything right now," Madame Pomfrey said, "Here's a pregnancy test. Read the directions and follow them."
Poppy helped Marissa stand up and walked her to the bathroom.
Not knowing what to say the nurse said, "Good luck."
Marissa stood standing in the middle of the bathroom staring at the box. I don't want to even read the directions Marissa thought.
Slowly Marissa brought her finger to the opening of the box. Carefully Marissa pulled the flaps back and pulled out the white directions flawed with black writing.
Ew, Marissa thought, I have to pee on it?
Marissa slowly pulled out the stick on which her urine was needed to work (A/N: lol)
Ok, Marissa thought, Only three more minutes. Why are muggles so fucking slow?
Marissa started to pace around the small bathroom, My mom is so gonna kill me.
Marissa started to cry silently. Why am I so fucking stupid? Why does Ron have to be so fucking good in bed? Oh my god. Marissa looked at her stopwatch again. It has been a minute and a half.
Ok only two minutes and ten seconds. What if I am….well you know? I can't even say the "p" word in my one mind. It's impossible. I can't be pregnant.
THREE MINUTES!!
Gradually Marissa brought the pregnancy test to eye level; eventually opening her eyes.
She couldn't belive it. I'm pregnant.
