After Hogwarts

Hermione was awoken with a start. Her ginger cat Crookshanks was sitting at the end of her bed, talons out. "Crookshanks!" Hermione moaned, angry at her cat for waking her up.
"Hermi?" Lavender mumbled. "That you?"
"Yeah. Crookshanks just woke me up." Hermione looked at her clock. It read 6:35AM. Hermione rolled over in her bed; she didn't want the day to start. It was her last day at Hogwarts. She was scared at the thought. She would be nineteen in a few months, which scared her even more. Hermione couldn't sleep because of that it was because of two other things. Ron sent her a note, and she had a secret.
Hermione was madly in love with Ron, she adored him from his toes to his shiny red hair. He may be the most stubborn and rude person she knew, but that made him Ron. She bent over her bed, and pulled out a note, it read.

Dear Hermione, We've been seeing each other for quite sometime now, well over a year. Meet me at Hagrid's Hut, an hour before the Graduation Dinner and Ball.
Yours Ron

She didn't know why he wanted to meet her, they could talk anytime. She folded the note up and get up out of bed. She walked sadly over to her wardrobe. Her clothes were too big for her. She had become very weak since they (Harry, Ron and herself) killed Voldemort. She looked in the mirror. She ran her hands down her body, and stopped when she reached her diaphragm. She shuddered when she thought of it, she thought of the day when Wormtail stabbed her. The memory of that day haunts her still. Only a few weeks ago, she was almost killed. But that wasn't why she was weakening, deteriorating, vomiting all the time. She knew why of course, it was her biggest secret, and it became worse when she was stabbed...
"Hermione?" Parvati whispered. Parvati came over to her, she looked grim.
"Yeah." Hermione answered, but it almost came out as a sob.
"You look terrible!"
"I know, I feel it too."
"Is it because of, um you know what?"
"It might be." Hermione turned around to look at Parvati. Parvati didn't look good herself, her tanned face seemed drained of life; her dark hair was dank and lifeless.
"Come on Hermi, something is up." Parvati raised her hands out into a hug. Hermione accepted. She hugged her friend, she wanted to tell her, she wanted to share her secret, but she was worried the names she might get called. Ron might leave her; Harry may never talk to her. Lavender and Parvati may hate her, and Ginny would look at Hermione in disgust.
"I'll tell you when the time is right." Hermione said, pulling out of the hug. They stood there in the silence, they only sound was Lavender's soft snores.
"Hermione Granger!" Parvati cried. He stamped her foot on the carpet. "What's wrong? Your grades are falling! You're getting sicker day by day!"
"Oh Parv', I'd tell you f I could! I'm dying to tell you, but I cant!" Hermione felt tears down her face. "Excuse me." Hermione ran towards the bathroom.
She found peace in this large bathroom. There was a large bath in the centre of it, purple drapes hung over the window. Thick purple towels were folded in a pile near the door. The tiles were gold and relaxing. Hermione sat down on a wicker chair. She started to cry terribly. Thick pearly tears fell on to her nightgown. She wanted to burst, and she felt like she would if she didn't tell someone. She sat back and looked at the ceiling. She was going to tell Ron. He helped anyway...

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Hermione stood in her glittering red dress robes waiting for Ron. It was rather warm, the sun was setting in the distance, and it was quite romantic. After about five minutes Hermione saw Ron running towards her in the distance. His maroon robes flowing behind him. Hermione smiled as Ron came over to her. "Sorry I'm late Hermi!" Ron kissed her on the cheek.
"It's ok, just as long as you came!" Hermione hugged him, she felt so happy, and she loved being love.
"I need you to follow me." Ron gestured over into the forest.
"I'm not going in the forest! My dress!"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine!" Ron took Hermione' hand and dragged her to the lake.
The lake was still and beautiful. Ron sat on a large rock, Hermione imitated him. "So, what is it?" Hermione asked him. To her surprise Ron took her hand, and looked into her eyes.
"Hermione, I love so much."
"I know that." She giggled.
"Seriously. Well, in the last few months you found that out, but now I want to prove it to you even more." Ron put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a red box.
"Ron!" Hermione gasped.
"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" Ron gazed at her. Hermione felt numbness, but glee, happiness, yet numbness.
"Ron! What bought this along?"
"Love." He smiled; it made Hermione get goose bumps.
"But I have to tell you something, I don't know how you'll react. To be honest I never thought I'd be in this situation." Hermione put a hand across Ron. "Ron, what I'm about to tell you will change our lives forever!" Ron nodded. "Ron, please don't be shocked, well you will be."
"Get on with it then!"
"Ron, be patient." Hermione took a deep breath. "Ron, I'm pregnant."
"What?" Ron shouted. Hermione looked at the lake, she felt terrible, sick, sadness.
"You had to know!" Hermione screamed.
"I'm gonna be a Dad! Hermi I only just turned eighteen!"
"I know! Ron, it'll be alright!"
"Yeah, sure! We have a baby coming!"
"Please Ron, understand!"
"I cant! I can't, just leave me alone!" Ron got up and walked back to the castle. Hermione sat there, she ruined it. Ron was probably going to tell Harry, and then everything would go bad.
Hermione took a deep, brave breath and told herself everything would be all right. She stood up and jogged after Ron. But it was difficult to catch up with him; he was such a fast runner. "Ron please!" Hermione shouted.
"Stay away from me!" Ron ran faster, it was harder to catch up with him now.
"Why?" For some reason he stopped and looked at Hermione. "Why?"
"I'll tell you why. It's because we're both young, still at school, we don't have jobs! How would we support it?"
"I dunno! I could get a job quickly!"
"May I remind you that you're pregnant?"
"Oh Ron! Just listen, please!"
"I'm sick of your pleasing!"
"Ron!" Hermione shouted, tears streaming from her eyes. She had told her secret, and Ron was taking it very badly.
"Just go! Please, leave me in peace!" Ron ran off in the other direction, away from the castle. Hermione walked slowly up to the castle. She had lost Ron, forever, he hated her, but he couldn't do that.
Hermione walked oblivious of the laughing seventh years, the cheering and the chatter. "Hermi?" Someone shouted. She spun around; Harry was running towards her, Ginny looked annoyed. "What's wrong?" Harry put his hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"Oh Harry!"