Here is the second prompt from the 100 Prompt Challenge by xXKissingSinXx.

I had a lot of fun writing this one, although it isn't necessarily about clocks, but timers instead. Ah well.

Disclaimer: I do not own. All rights go to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

Time to get this show on the road.

Prompt #2 Clock

"Why is this taking so long?", Ginny cried as she paced across the tile floor for the millionth time in the last ten minutes.

"Be patient, Gin. It's only two more minutes. Surely you can wait that long. It isn't going to kill you."

She huffed and tapped her foot. This was the longest two minutes of her life! Ginny grabbed the tiny timer off of the bathroom counter and stared intensely at the little numbers counting down.

1.57, 1.56, 1.55, 1.54.

"Ugh!", she slammed the timer down, "How do muggles do this? I'm dying! It's so much easier to do this the wizarding way," Ginny whined and groaned, clearly showing her lack of patience.

Chuckling softly, but growing more anxious by the second, Hermione put a hand on her best friend's shoulder to help her relax. Suprisingly, Ginny didn't shake it off, but instead looked over to Hermione with a hopeful gleam to her eye.

"It was all your idea. I was perfectly fine with going to St. Mungo's, but no, you had to go all muggle on me and suggest we do this," she teased.

"I know, I know. Don't remind me. But if this ever happens again please do not let me try and convince you to do it this way."

"If? Gin, you do realize that you are a Weasley, right? This will happen again. There is absolutely no way around it. It just has to. Now, I, on the other hand, may not be in the same boat," Hermione clarified.

The girls sat on the edge of the bathtub, waiting as patiently as possible, which wasn't very patient at all. A minute or so longer and they would know.

"One minute and our futures could be changed forever. It's so strange to think that something so seemingly unimportant could hold all of the answers to the millions of questions floating around in your head," Ginny bit her lip, and Hermione nervously tapped her hand on her leg. The tension and anxiety continued to rise with each passing second.

"Oh, come on!" Hermione shouted, her frutration finally boiling over, "This is getting insane!"

A smile formed on Ginny's lips, "See! It's pure agony having to wait this long!"

.45, .44, .43, .42.

"What do we do if our suspicions are correct? I mean, everyone will be surprised! Especially Ron and Harry," Ginny was back to pacing a hole in the floor while she waited.

"Oh, bugger! I honestly hadn't thought about that yet. I really don't want to deal with Ron's anger. He's going to be furious, and you know how he gets, Gin." Her friend nodded her head at the thought.

.20, .19, .18.

The two went away into their own thoughts for a few moments, only to be yanked out of them by a piercing…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

They rushed to the counter as if their lives depended on it and grabbed the little plastic sticks that they marked beforehand with their initials. After they took in the results on the small screen for themselves, they looked at each other, apprehensiveness mirrored in the others eyes.

Ginny took a deep breath, "Okay. On three, we tell each other. One…"

"Two…," Hermione exhaled.

"Three… POSITIVE!" they both chorused.

Both girls beamed with giant grins plastered to their faces. Hugging, giggling, screaming, and jumping up and down as girls tend to do when they get excited, Ginny and Hermione were positively ecstatic.

Suddenly, Hermione realized something. Something that would not turn out well, she knew.

"How am I going to tell Ron?"

Realization hit Ginny as well, "And how am I going to tell Harry?"

Now full of worry, but still anxious and excited, they hugged each other some more, talking about how to break the news. There wasn't much that could ruin their moods after what they just discovered.

Okay, two prompts down, 98 more to go! It seems like so many, but I've got ideas down for about half.

What did you think about this one?

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Prompt Number 3: Stare

Press the pretty button. You know you want to. Please?