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(This teaser was added to on the 16th February 2010, to make it a bit longer. But still one of the shortest chapters.)

Previously:

"GINNY!" Blaise bellowed as he barged through the crowd.

Hermione dropped her glass and ran after him.

There, lying on the floor was Ginny. Unconscious.

Chapter 24: News

Draco swore and bolted after Hermione, gripping her tightly to keep her from falling beside Ginny. Hermione was staring at her best friend lying on the floor and pale as a ghost. She was unable to believe what had just happened. She had been looking ill all day, why hadn't she made her see Madam Pomfrey sooner? Then maybe this wouldn't have happened. It was selfish to think of it, but she didn't want her engagement party to be ruined. However, she still was scared to see her best friend looking as she did.

The room was silent; the only noise Draco could hear was Mrs Weasley sobbing nearby. Everyone was in shock, just like Hermione. No-one moved, they just looked at the scene before them.

Someone had to take control.

"Somebody get Madam Pomfrey! Quick!" Draco shouted. To his right, he saw the door appear and watched as Ron charged out of the room.

People seemed to begin to move again. Blaise conjured a pillow and put it beneath Ginny's head. Harry bent down, and gently shook her arm, calling her name. There were murmurings around the room, what had happened to Ginny?

A few minutes later the Room of Requirement burst open. Madam Pomfrey bustled through the crowd, closely followed by Ron and Professor Dumbledore. Madam Pomfrey examined Ginny quickly before whispering a spell. Ginny rose from the floor, hanging in mid air. It was seriously creepy, Ginny looked like she was dead.

"We have to get her to the Hospital Wing," Madam Pomfrey said, calmly. Mrs Weasley broke into a fresh flood of tears. Hermione held onto Draco firmly. She felt as though her legs would give way otherwise.

"I have to go with her," she whispered to Draco.

"Of course you do, I'd be scared if you didn't. You go on, someone needs to stay here. I'll catch up with you later," he promised, before kissing her forehead and letting her go.

Hermione nodded, then proceeded to follow Blaise, and the rest of the Weasley family out of the room. Harry and Pansy had made the choice to help Draco with the party. Once they heard news, they would come as quickly as they could.

It was around 8 o'clock, dinner had ended a while ago and everyone was in their common rooms. They were completely silent. Even Mrs Weasley had managed to achieve a level of control. It would have been eerie to watch them pass by, only catching glimpses of their faces in the moonlight which streamed from the windows.

It was a short walk to the Hospital Wing. The door closed behind them as Madam Pomfrey charmed Ginny to drop slowly onto the bed. Everyone immediately began to move closer to her but Madam Pomfrey demanded she was left some space in which to examine her properly.

"You may wait on the other side of the curtains," she said calmly. Then the curtains closed around her, and Ginny was out of sight.

Blaise and Mrs Weasley stayed closest to the curtains, while Mr Weasley, Bill, Fleur, George and Angelina sat on the chairs in the corner of the Hospital walked up to the other end of the room, near the windows. She let out a few deep breaths, trying to keep her composure. Everything hadhappened so quickly, and now it was sinking in. Her best friend was ill. What if Ginny died? Would she be able to move on from that? They had been best friends for years, bonding over the fact that they were the only girls in a whole sea of males. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whipped round to see who it was.

It was Ron.

"Can we talk?" He asked quietly.

Hermione sighed.

"About what? You made it clear just now that you hated me," she murmured tiredly.

"What? I don't hate you, Hermione! I never said that," Ron looked shocked, and hurt flashed across his face.

"Well you certainly implied it. What did you say again? 'Yeah, yeah, yeah. You've been busy. Harry's been busy, but he still finds the time to talk to his best mate'?"

Ron blushed. "That doesn't mean that I hate you. I just hate that we never spend any time together, the two of us. Hell, even the three of us haven't spend an afternoon together since we came back to school. You spend all your time in your room, with your partner, doing homework and god knows what else. You've gotten really close with Draco...and I never expected that. It's you and Malfoy! You were enemies throughout school, and in less than a month you've fallen in love with him! Don't you find that a little strange? You, Harry and Ginny have got amazing relationships and-"

Hermione paled, and held up her hand to interupt him. "Please don't tell me you don't love Luna," she whispered.

"Of course I do. But Luna isn't a Slytherin. We should, on the principle of being part of Gryffindor house, hate them. I can't understand how you are so close with them."

Hermione shook her head. How on earth was she supposed to get across to him what she felt for Draco? Ron was being completely stubborn, and he was wrong.

"It doesn't matter what house they're in Ron. I'll admit, I hated Draco at first, but the SimKid task really made us bond, and I realised how much we have in common. It's who they are Ron, not what house they're in."

"The SimKid task? Hermione! That was when Malfoy cheated on you with Pansy!" Ron exploded, then realised that the others had turned their heads to see what was going on, he lowered his voice. How did that make you bond? Wouldn't that make you hate him?

Hermione sighed again. "Draco didn't cheat on me, Ron. Pansy came on to him and flung herself on him. That was when I walked him, before he had time to push her off. That wasn't his fault, and anyway I've forgiven him. I've forgiven Pansy. I don't see why you must dredge up the past, especially when you clearly don't know the full details."

Ron shrugged.

"Listen, why don't you come over when all this drama is over. We can set up a DVD player and watch some movies. All of us." Hermione suggested kindly. She wanted to clear this up. Ron was right, in a way. She had been forgetting one of her best friends. But wasn't she allowed to move on? Make new friends? Did Ron expect the three of them to be such a close knit group forever?

"De ve de player? Moovies? What are they?" Ron frowned, bemused.

"They show films, animated, like our moving photographs but they tell a story. How do you not know about them? Your dad loves Muggle equipment." Hermione laughed softly.

Again, Ron shrugged. "Well, he may do, but that doesn't mean we had Muggle stuff in the house, he just kept it in the shed. You should know that. Also, we don't do that in our room, here. We're more of the playing cards and doing homework type. It's really strange being in the same room as Crabbe; he really is as dumb as he looks. But Neville and Hannah are nice, obviously. We just tend to leave Crabbe and Violet to their own devices."

"Ron! That's not very nice, why don't you include them?"

Ron groaned but before he could answer the question, the sound of curtains rustling made them turn their heads to where Ginny lay. Madam Pomfrey had opened the curtains, a grim look on her face. Hermione and Ron bolted down the room so they could hear the news.

"Well?" Mrs Weasley asked breathlessly.

Madam Pomfrey smiled sympathetically at Mrs Weasley.

"I know what happened to Miss Weasley. I sincerely hope that this news is good not bad. She is not ill in any way, shape or form. She simply became extremely dehydrated and her body couldn't take the strain. It shut down which made her become unconscious."

"So she is going to be back to normal?" Blaise asked, hopefully.

"That depends on your definition of normal, Mr Zabini." The nurse smiled weakly. "Miss Weasley here is....pregnant."

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