Title: 2 Minutes
Author: Stephaflea
Date:
Part: 1/?
Rating: T (just to be safe)
Pairing: Harry and Hermione
Characters:
Genre: Romance, drama, a mix of lots of different things
Word Count: 3,592
Warnings: I have made up a character called Lizzy a 6th year Ravenclaw. You won't hear about her too often but at the beginning of the story it's this girl who Harry is seeing.

Spoilers: I started this story a long time ago, but the 5th book. So anything that happens in the 1st to 4th book might be mention in here but nothing from the other 3.

Disclaimers: No copyright infringement is intended. All characters belong to JK Rowling and Warner brothers; I'm only borrowing them for my own personal enjoyment.

Summary : After a night of passion will Hermione be alone to live with the consequences?

WARNING – I have no beta reader and my spelling and grammar are terrible. There will be mistakes … MANY mistakes. I have tried to sort them out but I just can't spot them when it comes to my own work. I hope they don't spoil the story for you too much.

- Italics shows that's it's a flash back -

2 Minutes

Chapter 1 (The Result)

How could this of happened? I mean how could she have been so stupid. Hermione Granger sat with her legs cross on the cold tiled floor of the girl's bathroom. Unshed tears filled her eyes threatening to fall along the same path of many others which she had cried over the last month.

The room was cold; a chilling breeze could be felt coming in through the open window. Hermione could feel the numbness starting in her legs but still she refused to leave, not until she knew; she had to know. Hermione Granger was in her 7th and final year at Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry, top of her class and Head Girl.

Hermione was pleased with where she was and what the future would hold. But she knew that in a few seconds her whole plan could come crashing down all around her.

She wasn't the most beautiful girl in school and no way was she stunning but she couldn't be called ugly either. Her long brown hair had tamed itself over the years (although not as much as she'd of hoped) and hung in loose curls down to the middle of her back. Her figure wasn't that of a super models but her small waist and slender legs were all perfectly in proportion which left many girls in Hogwarts envying her. It was clear that over the last seven years Hermione Granger was no longer the little geeky girl she had been when she'd arrived at Hogwarts. Although she still was and would probably always be known as the know-it-all bookworm.

A cold wind blew around the empty room and Hermione shivered as it rushed pass her making the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stand, but still she didn't leaving. Looking down at the small alarm which sat by her feet she saw that only 30 seconds had passed since she'd begun, although to Hermione it had seemed like hours.

Taking another look at the small box which she clutched tightly in her hands, fresh tears once again began to fall from her cinnamon eyes. Taking a deep breath to calm her self she took another look at the alarm; 33, 34 flashed back. Closing her eyes in frustration Hermione let out a small sob, this couldn't be happening … not to her.

Hermione thought back to the moment that got her into this mess as clear now as if it was yesterday, when it fact it had been over a month since that terrible morning.

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Hermione woke to find that she was not in her own bed; in fact she wasn't even in her own room. Slowly she sat up to look at her surroundings, she glanced at the other beds in the room and noticed they were all empty and by the looks of it un-slept in. The sun was just rising out side the window and the soft beams of light hit her face bathing her in the golden morning sunlight.

Just then Hermione felt something move around her waist, looking down she saw a muscular arm wrapped over her stomach; over a very naked stomach. Her breath caught in her throat as she pulled the sheet up over her naked chest as quickly as she could without waking the sleeping person next to her. Slowly her eyes drifted back down to the arm protectively wrapped around her and slowly followed it up to the elbow, to the shoulder until her eyes rested on the sleeping face of Harry Potter.

That's when the memories from the night before flash through her mind. It had been the last night before the break for the Easter holidays and within a few days students would be leaving the castle for their homes. Not only was it the last day before the holiday but it had also been the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match which of course thanks to Harry's talents as a seeker had won them the game.

All the Gryffindor's years 1 to 7 had joined in the festivities; both celebrating the win and the upcoming holiday. It was the first time in ages that people seemed to be enjoying themselves; with attacks from Voldemort and his death eaters becoming even more and more frequent everyone had forgotten what fun was.

Hermione remembered looked around the common room at her house mates. Ginny was sitting on the sofa talking and laughing with a few girls from her year.

The Creevey brother were wandering around taking pictures of all the festivities, most likely hoping to get a few more embarrassing shots as the night went on. Lavender Brown was over the other side of the room with Parvati Patil obviously gossiping about the boys, their small glances towards the other side of the room then followed by a lot of giggling just made Hermione laugh. In the seven years she had known those two there was just one thing they could never be and that was subtle.

Finally her eyes settle on the group of lads over by the fire place, laughing and joking as usual. The un-missable red hair of her best friend Ron could be seen from a mile away. Hermione watched the group a little longer suddenly releasing that Harry wasn't there. She quickly looked around the room and noticing that Harry potter was no where to be seen.

She began to worry; Harry had been so aloof lately it was like she hardly knew him anymore. He had been training so hard with Dumbledore, Snape, Remus and McGonagall that she was surprise how he got any of his school work done.

Voldmort's attacks had become much more frequent in the few months which had pasted since Christmas, getting closer and closer towards Hogwarts. Snape was no longer a spy in the dark circle, which meant the order and the rest of the wizarding world were blind to when and where the next attack was coming.

Hermione was just about to leave her seat and go looking for her best friend when Ron drifted over to see her, by the way he was walking it was obvious that he had drunk just a little too much butter beer.


"Herms … why are you just sitting here on your own? Come on … come and join the fun!" Ron pleaded grabbing her hand attempting to pull her up from the sofa.

"Ron I'm fine really you go back too enjoying yourself." Ron fixed her with a stare not believing her for a second. He let go of her arm and was just about to rejoin the boys when he turned back suddenly.


"Well then." He slightly slurred "if you're not going to join in at least go up stairs and tell Harry to get his skinny arse down here. He's been up in that room for about an hour people are beginning to ask questions." She nodded her head just as Ron was leaving.

So Harry was upstairs, just like him to he hiding at a time like this.


Lifting herself up she made her way to the staircase and took the set leading up to the 7th year boy's room. Once she reached the door and slowly pushed it open, moonlight surrounded her from the small open window on the other side of the room. Slowly she crept in looking around for any sign that Harry was indeed inside. Sitting on the window sill she could see the clear silhouette of none other than Harry Potter, the boy who lived; her best friend for 7 years and the boy who she had fallen head over heels in love with. Taking a deep breath she closed the door behind her as she made her way across to the window.

"Harry" she said softly not wanting to startle him walking further into the darken room. Harry didn't make a move or even acknowledge that he had heard her. Walking slowly she stood in front of him but still he didn't move.

"Harry" She said again as she took a seat opposite him.

"Why aren't you down stairs joining in with the fun?" his voice was quiet barely more than a whisper but still he eyes gazed out over the Hogwarts grounds.

"I could ask you the same question." She told him placing her hand gently on his knee. Feeling the contact Harry's eyes moved away from the view and down to where her hand was resting. There was a tension in the room something Hermione had never felt before and it scared her, something was wrong she could sense it in the air.

She wanted to help him so much, but he never let her or anyone else in. Always hiding away from his troubles locking them inside so no one else had to worry about them expect for him. Hermione hated to see him this way, looking so lost, so alone.

"Harry…" she begged, her voice showing signs of desperation and fear. Harry must have felt this because he slowly lifted his eyes to meet hers. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, what ever she was expecting to see in his eyes was nothing compared to what she was facing right now. Those emerald pools which shone into her, showed huge amounts of pain, confusion and something which Hermione had never seem before, an intense desire; love. Slowly he brought his hand up to her cheek and softy caressed it his eyes never leaving hers for a second.

The electricity which he generated was running all through her body it was addictive and she wanted more. Without anymore words he's lips lowered onto hers for a soft, but firm kiss. Hermione knew she should have stopped it there and then, she could feel that this was the beginning of something both would regret doing. Harry was just reaching out wanting to be held, to be loved, and she was the one who was there. His girlfriend a 6th year Ravenclaw didn't even seem to enter his mind but no matter what Hermione told herself she couldn't break the contact.

It wasn't long before the soft and gentle kiss turned into a hungry battle between the two. Tongues fought a never ending fight of passion and lust, both craving each other in a way they had never felt before. Hands joining in with the battle aching to touch the others skin, ears longing to hear the soft moans the other was making. And it wasn't long before she found herself naked in Harry's bed, in Harry's arms in the most amazing night of her life.

That's where she had lain all morning, not daring to move. Worried that slightest bit of movement might wake Harry. Every now and then Harry would shift in his sleep and every time a panic would rise up in Hermione as she prayed his didn't wake up. She was scared; scared that Harry was going to turn round and regret everything, she had waited so long to be in Harry Potters arms and soon it was going to be over.

Harry shifted again and his eyes slowly began to open. Hermione choose this time to move, sliding out from underneath his arms and off the bed quickly grabbing her discarded clothes from the night before and hurriedly began to dress. She wasn't going to wait there for Harry to tell her it was a mistake she didn't think her heart could take the pain.

Plus there was the matter of LIZZY.

Harry was happy with Lizzy, she wasn't about to break them up over some mistake they could just pretend didn't happen.

"Hermione…" She heard his voice but she didn't turn round; she couldn't, she couldn't look into his eyes and see the regret. Hermione quickly finished dressing and was out the door and down the stairs before Harry could catch her.

Upon reaching the bottom she looked out over the common room, or what used to be the common room. At this point it looked like Voldemort himself and a whole army of death eaters had marched in there and blew the place to hell.

Hermione spotted the rest of the boys each passed out in a different part of the room, along with many others from the lower years.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts she turn and hurried up the stairs before any of them woke up.

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That had been over a month ago and now Hermione Granger was still sitting in the girls bath room crying her eyes out holding a muggle pregnancy testing in her hands; waiting for the result.

Neither had mentioned that night to each other or anyone else, they had acted the same as if nothing had happened and it was killing her inside. Harry was still with Lizzy like nothing had happened and Hermione had left Hogwarts for the Easter holidays something she never usually did.

The whole beginning of the holiday Hermione couldn't sleep with dreams of what had happen between them, knowing that deep down things could never be the same. It wasn't until three weeks after when she missed her period that the idea of being pregnant even crossed her mind.

It hurt so much that Harry didn't want her, not in the way she wanted him. She loved him and no matter how much she tried her heart wasn't having it any other way.

Hermione glanced down at the alarm 58 seconds, was time slowing down! Reading the back of the box for about the hundredth time she checked the instructions. Wait 2 minutes for results one blue line indicates a negative result and two blue lines indicates a positive results. She placed the box down in front of her, gently behind the little white stick which was about to decided the rest of her life.

Her hands were shaking and she was unable to stop the tears falling from her eyes. What would she do if she was pregnant? She was only 17, how could she look after a child? What would her parents say? Would she be able to finish school? What about college? What would Harry say? What if the daily profit found out it was his? Would he support her? Would he want to have a child or would he blame it on her, making her get rid of it? Maybe that was for the best, she'd be able to live her life as if nothing had happened. Getting rid of the baby would mean no one had to know she could finish school carry on and go to college like she'd planned.

NO... That wasn't an option she'd never be able to get rid of this child; or any child. Hermione was so upset that she never heard the door open and a person enter. With it being the last class of the day it didn't even occur to her that some one might come in.

"Hermione …" In a flash of light Hermione was standing facing the direction of the voice, finding herself face to face with those amazing emerald eyes. Quickly she began to wipe the tears away from her eyes not wanting him to know she'd been crying but it was a futile attempt.

"Hermione's what wrong tell me please." His eyes were begging her to tell him but how could she, how could she let him throw his life away; his relationship; their friendship.

There was no way he liked her more than a friend it was clear from the other month, it was a waste of time wishing that he did.

"Herms please just …its me isn't it?" more tears fell but she couldn't bring herself to answer his question. "It is isn't it? I'm the problem … what happen that night."

Hermione turned around not wanting Harry to see her face she couldn't handle it any more and tears where now freely flowing down her cheeks. Before she knew what was happening Harry had come round to face her holding on tightly to her shoulders.

"Hermione please talk to me … please … don't cry." Harry brought his hands up to wipe away the tears but they were just replaced with new ones. "I didn't mean to hurt you … I'm so so sorry … Hermione please talk to me." He used his hands and forced her to look him in the eyes. She let out a small sob as her head was raised but the tears never slowed. She could see the pain and concern in his eyes; it was hurting him to see her this way.

"It's what you wanted wasn't it? To … to act like nothing happen you got up and left that morning I thought you regretted what happened…I didn't mean to hurt you Herms …

"I didn't regret it." She'd said it before she was able to stop herself. Harry didn't move only stared at her, his hands still holding on to her face.

"Why didn't you say? … Why did you leave?"

"I was confused…" Hermione cried out. "I didn't know what to think, things had happened so fast and …it was so fast." She paused trying to catch her breath. "You … you are in love with Lizzy, I mean look at Lizzy and then look at me how can I compare to that. I thought if I stayed someone would find out, then she'd find out you'd hate me for wrecking your relationship and …"

Hermione couldn't finish her babbling because Harry's lips were on hers. All thoughts left Hermione's mind and she was lost in the feel of Harry's lips slowly caresses her own. Hermione felt her knees go weak and she was unable to stand any more. She felt Harry arms going around her and together they sunk towards the floor t their lips never breaking contact.

When the need for air became too much they broke away to find themselves kneeing in front of each other on the cold tiled floor breathing heavily and staring into each others eyes.

"For starters I don't love Lizzy," Harry told her, he was out of breath and Hermione could see that his lips were slightly swollen. "In fact I'm not even with her anymore." He leaned his head forward and rested it against Hermione's. Hermione could feel her heart begin to race in her chest.

"I'm in love with you Hermione, I always have been. I don't regret that night …you are the best thing that has ever happen to me."

Hermione could feel tears once again return to her eyes but this time they were joined with a smile. There lips met again with a kiss that showed their true feelings for each other.

At that moment a small alarm when off down by their knees, breaking the kiss Harry looked down to see what was making the noise. Slowly he moved his hands and gently picked up the small pregnancy test that was lying there. Hermione couldn't breathe, how was he going to react? What was it going to say? With everything that had just happen she'd completely forgot about the pregnancy? Was it going to be positive?

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Harry look down at what he held in his hands suddenly releasing what it was. This was the reason Hermione was so upset. It had never even crossed his mind that Hermione could be pregnant; why had he been so stupid not to have used a charm. He took a deep breath not brave enough to turn the test over to read the result. This small little white stick had the power to change their lives dramatically.

Not knowing what to think or say all he could do was stare down at his hands. What would they do if she was pregnant? They had only just admitted they loved each other, would Hermione still want him if she was going to have a baby? Would she blame him for ruining her life? Or would she expect him to marry her? Too many questions were running through his head he couldn't sort one out from the other.

Harry lifted his head and he eyes locked with Hermione's. Reflected in their depths he could see everything she was feeling; the fear, the confusion. But Harry could also see the love which she held for him, he was mesmerized by her eyes unable to pull him self away.

Finally he looked back down at the small test he held in his hands the thought of having a family with the woman he loved suddenly not looking so scary. If only there weren't still in School.

Slowly picking up the box Harry tried to make out exactly what he was reading but he was looking for. His hands shaking as he searched the instructions looking for the answers.

"One line means negative …"

Harry turn the little white stick round until his eyes found what they were looking for.

Taking a deep breath Harry returned his eyes back to Hermione. Her face filled with some emotions it was impossible to tell how she truly felt: Fear, confusion, Anxiety, Curiosity, love and many more.

Releasing the breath he didn't even realise he was holding Harry continued to gaze at the women he loved.

"What does … um … 2 lines mean?" already knowing the answer.

He saw new tears begin to fall from Hermione eyes, not knowing if they were tears of sadness or happiness.

"It's positive"

Authors note: I have posted this story before a long time ago and I deleted it by mistake. So here it is. I change a few things, taken bits out and added new bits in.

As I said at the beginning I am a terrible speller and my grammar is even worst. So I'm sorry for the mistakes and hope it didn't ruin the story for you.

Plus the Lizzy character I made up – just wanted to make that clear.

I hope you like it, as I said I started this story years ago (after the fourth book I think) and I haven't written anything in such a long time I hope you like it.

I have the next chapters all planned out and hopefully I wont take me long to get them written.

I would love to her what you thought but please if you didn't enjoy it there is no need to be nasty.

Thank you for reading

Love

Flea

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