Hellozies, readers here from the last story in the series, and new readers! In case you all don't know, I am Mikayla, but you can call me Austyn.


The warm summer air radiated the field, its heat rebouding off of whatever was remotely warm already. There wasn't even the slightest hint of a refreshing breeze to tease the two teenagers.

They're story was much different than anyone elses. They were sixth years, not exactly in love, but blinded by lust. That was what happened of that winter night, sexual tension was released and cast into oblivion, resulting in the cruel fate that the young girl was pregnant.

They were standing outside of the Weasley's tall and strange looking house. "I'm ready if you are," the tall red-haired one said softly. The frizzy haired girl stroked her belly lovingly. "I-I'm ready. Go ahead." He knocked on the door and kissed the girl's hair.

Footsteps approached the door and a lock was unlocked. Suddenly, the door swung open presently to reveal a short and plump woman with slightly grayed hair. "Hi, mum," Ron said, bashfully. Mrs. Weasley's eyes moved her gaze from her son's unconfortable face to Hermione's bulging stomach which the young girl was caressing absent-mindedly.

Mrs. Weasley made a strange squeaking noise before she toppled backword and onto the threadbare rug. She had fainted.


Now four people sat the table in the kitchen; Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione. Each of them gripped a scalding hot mug filled with fresh tea, occasionly sipping it awkwardly. There was an unyielding silence due to the circumstances, as no one knew what to say. The situation was too hard to talk about.

Hermione clung to the word building up inside of her, and trying desprately to hold in the tears that stung the back of her eyes. As many times that she had blurted out a rushed,"I'm sorry", her apologies must have been running thin. But she truly was sorry. Not for herself, but for Ron, and both of their families. She had ruined their reputations.

When she discovered her fate, all she could do was cry. She couldn't move, because her body was rigid and numb. That day, her smiles vanished, and Ron was the only person to make her grin at least halfway genuinely. She was now a homewrecker. Destroying any type of peace each of their families had.

And no matter how many times she apologized, it would never be enough to cover half of it. At least, that was what she was thinking. Ron was constantly reminding her gently that none of this was her fault, but she refused to listen. Of course, when he was alone, he'd blame most of it on himself, despite his proclamations that it was both of them who let this happen.

The cries he heard in the middle of the night did not help his cause, either. Slowly, the atmosphere released a miniscule amount of tension hanging in the air. Hermione's mouth slightly and croaked slightly before her words came out in confused rush,"I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean for this t-to happen! It just did and it's all my fault!"

Her hands cradled her head as if it was too heavy for her neck. It almost was because of all the thoughts running around her mind. She wasn't even going to bother crying this time, and anyway, she was out of tears. All the things that had happened because of one mistake that she made, she was tired, she wanted it to be over.

Hermione sighed. "It was the thirteenth of November," she said, barely audible. "And you know what they say about thirteens. Maybe that's why I'm so unlucky now. But it doesn't matter what day it was. All that matters is that I'm having a baby and I have no idea what to do. And I can't even tell my parents, but I'm sure they've already heard.

"They probably don't even want me back there. They probably think I'm so stupid. And they'd be right. I knew what was going to happen and I let it happen. But there's no sense in worrying about it... It's done and over with. Nothing I can do anything about."

Her eyes narrowed as she stared down at the oak table. Her breathing was slow and ragged and her face was flushed, showing her inner anger. She looked up and said simply,"I'm so sorry." As monotone as her voice was, that finally broke the silence. For once, she was hapoy to get in trouble.


I know bloody well that this was rubbish, but I'm gonna post it anyway! I swear, next chapter will be better. Song for this chapter: Broken, by Secondhand Serenade.