This part sounds depressing compared to the rest of the story...kind of...plus it moves fast because i was planning to make it a prologue but then decided not too...
She could not ignore it anymore.
The first months had been easy---morning sickness was nothing but an excuse to stay in bed late. But the bump was no longer a bump. She was getting rounder more quickly than she had expected...
Hermione Granger was pregnant. No one else knew, nor would they ever if he had her way. But the plan was going badly, already people were growing suspicious...
"Hermione?"
She jumped, startled, and tried to tug the oversized shirt back over her bulging belly but it was too late. Ginny had seen it all...
"Hermione..." Ginny did not look surprised in the least bit.
Hermione looked away, face bright with embarrassment. Ginny walked forward, frowning slightly out of concern.
"Whose is it?"
Their eyes met. Tears were running down Hermione's ashen face. If anyone was to found out, Hermione would've perferred Ginny, but not this way...
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Hermione asked, pleaded, ignoring Ginny's question.
Ginny opened her mouth to reply, but closed it moments later and answered with a short nod. She gave Hermione a swift, sympathetic hug and left the room.
The tears continued to fall. Hermione wouldn't have dreamed of telling Ginny who else the baby belonged to. She'd never believe it, no one would, until the child was born, and then no one would doubt it...
She thought of Harry, who would undoubtedly be shocked, but she had faith in him to get over it and accept what happened and stand by her...she thought of Ron, who would be doubly shocked, who would probably never recover...
The weeks raged on. Students, all girls, knew for a fact that something was going on. The boys all seemed to decide that she was simply gaining too much weight.
Hermione didn't answer any questions or correct any rumors...they'd all know soon enough...
And even more weeks passed. Knowing that the baby was due any day, she hid out, avoided everyone until she could no longer bear the pain; it hurt so bad it was almost numbing; water splashed around her heels, soaked the hem of her nightgown...
"Hermione."
The first thing she noticed was the absence of pain. She was comfortably settled in a Hospital Wing bed. She could see Harry and Ron, yards away and in a secluded corner, Ginny, standing beside her, Madam Pompfrey with her back to everyone.
Hermione strained her eyes, searching for the child...
Harry and Ron made their way over, both looking stunned, Ron looking unnaturally pale.
Madam Pompfrey placed a bundle in Hermione's arms, telling her gently, "You're not the first, dear."
Hermione didn't know what she was supposed to feel...a mother would be estatic, but hermione didn't feel like a mother and probably never would...She looked up at Harry. The little color that was in his disappeared as he saw the little boy's eyes, so uncomfortably familiar...
"...Whose...is it?"
She started to cry, trying to find something to look at that wasn't Ron. The baby stirred slowly within his balnkets.
"Hermione!" It was Ron who spoke this time. Hermione met his eyes, devastated. She shifted her arms, showing him the silver-blue of her son's eyes...
"Malfoy's..."
Better chapters coming up, i promise!