Story: War
Chapter: 5
Rating of Chapter: R
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only things I own are the plot, any characters, spells etc that you do not recognize.
Author Notes: We now move on a month into Hogwarts, so the story will start to kick into gear even more now. You get a LOT of Draco/Ginny/Ron in this chapter. As well as LOADS of Harry/Hermione. Come to think of it, this chapter is action packed.
Chapter 5: Hectic
One month into the year, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were seated in the Gryffindor common room. The new teacher had turned out to be none other than Mad-Eye Moody. Apparently he was as busy as Lupin, but couldn't resist the opportunity to get back to Hogwarts and actually teach a lesson.
Harry noticed that Hermione was looking a little pale, he placed a hand on her leg and she jumped a little. "Are you ok?"
Hermione nodded slightly. "Yeah," she answered unconvincingly.
"Are you sure, you look as pale as Snape," said Ron bluntly.
"I'm fine, I just feel a bit sick."
"Should I take you to the Hospital Wing?" Harry asked with concern. Hermione shook her head vigorously. "Ok, if you're sure." Harry sat back, still not convinced.
Just then, Neville Long-bottom crept in through the portrait hole. "Harry, Professor McGonagall wants to see you in her office, it seemed important." Harry glanced first at Ron, who shrugged, then at Hermione who looked worried. He slowly got up from his seat and walked out of the common room, through the portrait hole.
*
When he arrived at McGonagall's office, he knocked on the door hesitantly. "Come in," she replied sternly.
He pushed open the door and walked up to her desk. She was busy marking some Transfiguration papers. "Hello Mr Potter."
"Hi, Professor. I heard you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, I was meaning to talk to you about Quidditch." Harry felt a weight off his mind when she said the word 'Quidditch.' "Mr Potter, I have a huge opportunity for you."
"For me?" he questioned, slightly confused.
"Yes. You see, England's Quidditch seeker, Mark Kilton, is inured. And they want you to be seeker."
Harry's mouth fell open in shock. "England wants me?" he asked, flabbergasted.
"Yes Potter, you." McGonagall repeated with a smile on her face. "It is up to you, but this is a superb opportunity for you."
"I know," he said, a little unsure and overwhelmed at the same time. "I need some time to think."
"Ok, but I can only give you a couple of hours. They will announce their team shortly." This was exceptionally short notice, and he knew that he needed to talk to Ron and Hermione first.
"Thanks Professor, I'll get back to you."
*
Back in the common room, Harry had just told Ron and Hermione about the news. "Whoa, England wants you!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yeah," answered Harry quietly.
"Bloody hell!" Ron added.
"What's holding you back?" asked Hermione, who had obviously noticed the uncertain look on his face.
Harry shrugged slightly. "I just don't want to leave the team, or Hermione. I'm going to have to go away at times, and quit the Gryffindor team."
"We'll be fine. We can get another seeker," said Ron. "Go for it!" Harry glanced at Hermione, who was still looking a little pale.
"Yeah," he said, still gazing at Hermione. "Hermione?" he asked softly. She looked up at him, her eyes stained slightly with tears. Judging by Ron's still ecstatic face, he had been the only one to notice. "Can I talk to you, in our common room?" Hermione nodded her head. "Ron, I'll be back in a bit."
*
Harry led Hermione upstairs in silence; he sat her down on the sofa and locked the common room door. "Hermione what's the matter?" She didn't say anything, but got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom. Harry followed her in as she lifted up the seat and vomited into the toilet. She was sick for about five minutes; all Harry could do was watch her as she continued on. She gradually stopped and she turned to look at Harry, her face shaken and red from the intense vomiting. "Are you ok now?" he asked, taking her hand.
"To be honest Harry, I don't know yet."
"What do you mean you don't know yet?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"It's not important right now, would you just leave me alone for a little while?" she asked impatiently.
Harry looked at her in disbelief. "Fine, you know all I wanted to do was help you, it's quite clear that something isn't right. But if you don't want to tell me, I'll leave you to think about it." He walked away to leave, but paused at the doorframe to look back at Hermione, who was staring at the ground. "I always thought we told each other everything…obviously I was wrong." He turned away and left the bathroom and common room.
*
Ron was just leaving the Great Hall when he spotted Draco Malfoy pondering around the halls. Curious, he decided to approach him. "What are you up to?" he asked. Draco turned around sharply, looking a little guilty.
"Err, I was just…walking."
"Ok," replied Ron slowly.
"Have you used that money that I gave you yet?" Draco asked, changing the subject.
"Actually I was meaning to talk to you about that. We're seventh years right?" said Ron.
"You could have fooled me," muttered Draco. Ron clearly didn't hear him as he continued to speak.
"Well, with us being seventh years we have permission to leave the school at weekends. So, I was wondering if you would come to dinner, at our house? I thought maybe you could try and talk my mum and dad into accepting that money."
Draco sighed lightly. "Alright, I'll see what I can do. When do you want me to come?"
Ron thought for a moment. "Would tomorrow be ok? It's Saturday after all."
"Ok, I'll be there." Draco answered, walking slowly away from Ron. He turned around a corner and pulled to a quick halt, he put out his arms to avoid injuring the person in front of him. When he realised who it was, he was glad that he had avoided knocking her out. "Ginny…hi," he said, both surprised and happy. She looked up weakly at him. She mouthed the word 'hi' but just couldn't get her words out. She looked downwards, as did Draco. He pulled away quickly as he realised that his outstretched hands were on her breasts. "Sorry," he said quickly.
"I-It's ok," she answered, slightly overwhelmed. Neither of them realised that Ron had seen the whole thing. He stormed over behind Draco and grabbed him by the shoulder. He began dragging him away from Ginny, and stood in between them.
"Get off my sister, you filthy git!" he yelled.
"I didn't…touch her," answered Draco uncertainly.
"You're lying! Get away, now! I don't want to see you near my sister again."
"Ron," pleaded Ginny.
"Not now Ginny," snapped Ron. He turned back to Draco, who was still standing there, gazing at Ginny. For a moment, their eyes locked, but it was broken when Ron started yelling for Draco to leave again. Harry then came around the corner and saw them arguing.
"Go on, leave!" Ron ordered.
"I'll stand wherever I like Weasley," he answered. Ron marched up towards him, he swung back his fist, ready to swing it at Draco, but Harry pulled it to a halt. He grabbed his arm and held him back.
"Calm down," he said. "What's going on?" Ron continued to fume as Draco looked as cool as ever, he didn't even twitch when Ron was marching at him.
"Weasley's over reacting," he said to Harry.
"I'm not over reacting, I saw you making moves on my sister, you scum!"
"Ron, will you please shut up, you can't control my life." Ginny pleaded. Ron turned to face her, his face red with anger. "Just calm down."
"Calm down, how the fuck do you expect me to calm down!" Ron bellowed. Harry tried to interrupt but he couldn't get a word in edgeways. Ginny looked Ron directly in the eyes, before she turned her back and walked away. Ron followed her and continued to shout. "I can't believe your being so cool about him putting his hands all over your…your…you know." Ginny turned around, and her hand met her bothers cheek. She slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing through the halls. Nobody seemed to notice Draco clench his fist and mutter the word 'yes!'
"Ron, you can't run my life forever, I know you don't want to accept it, but I'm growing up. It was bad enough for you to go overboard like this, but to do it in front of Harry…Try and get it into your thick head that it is embarrassing for me when you start ranting on about my personal life to somebody I had a crush on for such a long time. As for Draco, I don't know how I feel about him, but I'd appreciate it if you would stay out of my personal life." She then walked down the hall and left the three young men alone. Ron turned to Draco, who had a smirk on his face.
"You leave her alone," Ron insisted, before also leaving. Harry turned to Draco, who continued to smirk.
"I guess dinner is cancelled," said Draco.
*
After witnessing the events between Ron and Ginny, Harry realised that he needed to patch things up with Hermione.
He made his way up a couple of flights on the Grand Staircase and up to the portrait hole, he muttered the password and was granted access. Most students in the common room were seventh years that had their heads buried in a pile of books. He bypassed them and walked up a few steps to the prefect room, he unlocked the door and proceeded in.
Hermione wasn't in the main part of the room so he approached the bathroom. As he was about to open the door it swung open in front of him. Harry looked ahead at Hermione, whose eyes were red; she looked as pale as a ghost. "Hermione, what is it?" he asked, full of concern. He walked over to her and wrapped her in a tight hug.
"Harry…I'm…I'm pregnant."
Author Notes: Whoa, I had to let out a sigh at the end of that chapter. Such a lot happening. Hopefully you enjoyed the Draco/Ginny stuff, and the pregnancy was more realistic. Remember, this chapter skipped on a month. Which makes it about six weeks since they slept together.
Give me your views on anything you like, good or bad. I'd like to know what you think of Draco/Ginny, the pregnancy and how this version compares to the original.
Thanks,
Kryptonite.