It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The sun was shining through the windows of your eighth year dormitory that you share with Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, and Hannah Abbott. You could hear the birds chirping very calming music outside as you lay silently in your bed.
Usually on days like this you would get up before every other girl in your dorm, even Hermione which is surprising to most people. You would go to breakfast by yourself most of the time so that you avoid confrontation with strangers (usually boys try and hit on you as breakfast for some strange reason), sometimes with your best friend Luna Lovegood then after you finish you come back and start reading a book.
But today was different. Since three in the morning you have gone to bathroom to throw up four times and you wanted nothing but get some sleep which is normally not a problem for you. The other girls in the room noticed you getting up a time or two but they didn't question it and went right back to sleep.
Right now it's seven o'clock and you were laying on your bed facing the white ceiling. You wanted to go to sleep but every time you doze off your head starts to pound and you feel like puking. But the weird thing is, you took your temperature earlier and you weren't sick. If that's not it than what could it be?
"Y/n?" Hermione questions pushing the curtain surrounding your bed open enough for her to walk into.You looked up from your spot on the bed and looked at her, Hermione gasped when she saw how miserable you looked.
"Yes Mione?"
"You look terrible" Hermione walks over to your bed and sits down on the edge not wanting to really bother you. You moved your body to look at her which was a bad idea. Before Hermione or you could say anything to each other about anything you found yourself making your way to the bathroom, well i guess you were more like running but that's not the point. Hermione followed and instantly became concerned when she saw you sitting on the bathroom floor throwing up into the toilet.
When you finished, you laid your head back against the wall while you closed your eyes trying to relax. Which worked, but only for a few seconds because at that moment Hermione came in and pulled you up on your feet. The fast movement made you feel dizzy, Hermione noticed and placed one of her hands in your right hand and the other on your shoulder.
"We're going to the Hospital wing" Hermione says in a tone that dared you to protest as she lead you down the stairs and out of the Common room towards the hospital wing. When you entered Madam Pomfrey was surprised to see students this early in the day because of how early it is but instead of questioning anything about it she immediately ordered you into a bed.
"Mione I feel terrible" You told Hermione laying uncomfortably in the bed you were forced on to. Hermione just took your hand in a comforting type of way silently hoping that you were not sick because the last time that happened it took you three days to fully recover. You would feel a tad bit better if your boyfriend, Ron, was here because he makes you feel better but he sleeps in pretty late and this is probably nothing.
"Well Ms.L/n your not sick" Madam Pomfrey says after a while, walking toward you with a potion in her hand. You let out a sigh of relief because you hate being sick but then one look at the healer's face made you feel uneasy.
"Well then why do I feel like this?" You asked curiously, you were instantly starting to feel nervous for some strange reason. Madam Pomfrey's mouth turned up into a sympathetic smile before she answered.
"Your pregnant"
There was an intense silence that followed, it felt like the ceiling was crashing down on you as fast as a beat of lightning. You felt your body starting to shake as you processed the information. Hermione was just as shocked as you were but when she felt you shaking she gave your hand a gentle squeeze while trying to tell you all of the good things about this situation, but you weren't paying attention to her. You were certain that your parents would disown you and send you to the streets because no matter what you did you didn't satisfy them, now this will definately be the last straw for them. Then you came back to reality-
YOU ARE READING
Harry Potter/One Shots DISCONTINUED*
Romanceoh my gods this book is so fucking bad i kind of advise you not to read until I give it a MASSIVE editing job...which might never happen, but we'll see :)
