The Choices in Life.

Summary: Hermione accidentally falls pregnant after a night out partying. Who's the father? You'll have to read to see. And what will happen when Hermione has to choose between the men she loves, and her own child?

((A/N: This is just a spur of the moment muse, this may not turn out as I plan so I shall not be telling you people anything, k.))

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Chapter One: Babies are bad things?

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Hermione rolled out of bed, her head pounding. "Ok, I swear from this point I am giving up all alcohol," She muttered to herself as she slipping on her fuzzy pink slippers and dragged herself into her bathroom, cursing every beer bottle that touched her hands last night at Harry's party.

For some reason Harry had become a real party animal, Ron too. They threw a huge party every month, and invited everyone; And she meant everyone. Everyone would include close friends, well any friends actually. For some reason, when the world became a more sick and twisted place than it already was, Harry and Ron had called a truce with Malfoy and his gang. See told you it was sick. So Slytherins turned up at the parties too. Slytherins, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and of course, Gryffindors. See, everyone.

She was surprised their place could hold so many people. Hermione, unfortunately, had become house mates with her two best friends, after they had graduated from Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Hermione suspected that she had been totally wasted at the time she had said yes to sharing a house with Harry and Ron, she wouldn't have put it passed them. For one she couldn't remember that day anymore, and two, it had been only four months ago.

She swallowed her usual morning-after intake of panadol and slumped back into her bedroom. She pulled her dressing gown over her tank-top and pj pants.

She made her way to the average sized kitchen and pushed beer bottle and cans out of the way so she could make a cup of coffee. She knew coffee didn't really help after you'd been drinking all night, but she had a job interview today and she needed as may pick-me-up's as she could get.

She took the steaming mug into the living room and collasped on the couch after carefully placing her mug on the coffee table. She glanced at the coffee table again, sighing. It was half-covered with beer cans and packets of chips, and crumbs and practically everything under the sun. The one thing it was missing was the morning newspaper.

Harry wasn't up yet, so the newspaper was not collected. Cursing her best friends for having their stupid party, she peeled herself off the couch and made her way down the hall to the door.

"Amazing," She said to herself as she pulled the door open. "Not one of our friends are here passed out, that must be a new Hogwarts record."

She slowly followed the footpath along their front lawn, sipping her coffee as she went. She picked up the newspaper, which was carelessly throw in the middle of their nicely mowed lawn. Cursing every paper-boy in the world for making her walk those few extra metres and walked back into the house.

Harry was up, cleaning the living room, as Hermione would have made him done if he wasn't already doing so. "Very good," was all Hermione said with a weak smile, before she walked back to the kitchen to devour their chocolate supply. For some reason she had a real craving for chocolate.

Cursing everyone in the world, very loudly, as she thrashed through the cupboards, pantry and fridge for any form of chocolate. On her first round she had been unsuccessful.

Harry came into the kitchen, carrying a filled garbage bag.

"What's wrong, Mione?" Harry asked. Gripping her arm with his strong hand to prevent her from going into a third search.

"Chocolate, none," was all Hermione could get out. Tears streamed down her face.

Ron came into the kitchen, eyebrows raised at Hermione.

"Hermione, what's up?" He asked.

Hermione rested her head on Harry's chest.

"We're out of chocolate," Harry told Ron, making his friend's eyebrows raise further.

"What?" Ron asked. "Why would..."

Hermione glared at him, then stalked out of the kitchen and into her own room, slamming the door.

"What on earth?" Ron asked, staring at where Hermione had been last.

"I don't even want to know," Harry said, placing the garbage bag next to the regular bin and grabbing another.

"She's been so moody lately," Ron commented.

"Yeah, come to think of it she has," Harry said yawning and patting his bare belly. "I'm hungry, you?"

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Hermione sat outside the office of Rupert Nelson, whom had put out an add for a personal assistant. Hermione was there answering the add. She needed the job, mostly for the money, and she had already been rejected for six as it was. Mostly because she would have a moody-fit, as she called them, right in the middle of an interview. Others just thought her too young. As she was only seventeen. They would suggest a colledge or part-time job somewhere else.

She clenched her fists as she thought about their off-hand way to dismissing her. She needed money, she was behind on rent and Harry could only hold her up for so long.

She calmed when she thought about how nice her best friends had been through all her moodiness. She'd been sick and moody for the last month or so, she had an appointment with a doctor that afternoon to have a check-up. She wanted to know why she wasn't feeling so well.

Mr. Nelson appeared at his office door. "Ms. Granger, is it?" He asked.

"Yes," Hermione replied nodding.

"Come this way," He said, motioning into his office.

Hermione stood and walked past her, hopefully, future employer.

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"Can you say 'Ahhh...' for me Hermione?" Dr. Herman, her life-long doctor, asked. He'd been her docter since she was around four.

"Ahhh..." Hermione said as Dr. Herman looked into her mouth with his little flash-light and poked her with his large paddle pop stick.

"I don't see anything wrong here," He commented absently, asked to check her breathing.

"I've just been sick, like I keep feeling like I'm about to throw up," Hermione told him.

"I see," Dr. Herman said, putting away his materials. "What I don't see is what is wrong with you. It could be a virius, a few are going around. Has anything else odd been happening to you?"

"Actually, I've been rather moodly lately," she admitted. "Is that something odd?"

"It's odd if it doesn't normally happen to you," He told her. "How long have you been feeling sick, and had these moody feelings?"

"About a month," Hermione said, thinking about it.

"I know this isn't really my place to ask," Dr. Herman said, turning his pen over in his fingers, not looking at her. "But may I ask about how your er... relationships are going?"

Hermione was puzzled. "Why do you ask, Doctor?"

"Well, as your doctor I must consider every reason for why these 'symptoms' might be occuring. One of those reason just so happens to be er... pregnancy."

Hermione snorted, "Me? Pregnant, but I haven't been with anyone for a..." She paused. She hadn't been with anyone for a month; and she'd been having these symptoms for a month. Could they be connected. This was not a good thing.

"Yes?" Dr. Herman asked.

"Maybe we should check that, Doc," Hermione said, blushing slightly.

"Well then," Dr. Herman said, standing up and walking over to his medical cabnet. Unlocking it, he retrieved as small box. She handed it to Hermione. "Hermione this is the best kind of pregnancy test I can sell you. I've known you for practically your whole life, you're one of my favourite patients. Take this with you, and I wouldn't mind if you could call me to tell me the results."

Hermione took the packet and slipped it into her bag. "Thank you, Doc," Hermione said, blushing slightly. "I'll call you ass soon as I know. How much to I owe you?"

Hermione paid him and left, taking of that subject with someone who was like a parental role model to her was rather unomfortable.

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Hermione slumped against the wall of the bathroom, she was sitting on the cold tiles of her person bathroom and staring at a tiny stick which had been sitting in her urine.

"This can not be possible," she muttered to herself.

"Hermione, dinner," Harry called from the kitchen. Hermione loved how Harry was such a great cook, he always liked to cook dinner for his two bestest friends.

"Coming," Hermione called, hiding her home-pregnancy test in a bottom drawer of her sink cabinet.

She stood, washed her hands and made her way to the kitchen table, trying to pretend everything was normal.

Dinner was absolutely beautiful, it was a shame that Hermione hadn't enjoyed it. She was too busy thinking about the colour of that stick in her bathroom. 'I'll just have to use the second tester,' Hermione told herself in her head.

"Hermione can you pass the potatoes? I'm so hungry, I've been eating all day, but it feelings like I have something inside me, eating all my food," Ron announced.

Hermione paled.

"Hermione?" Ron asked. "Potatoes, here, come on."

Hermione snapped out of her mini-trance. "Sorry," she muttered, passing Ron his choosen vegetable.

"Mione, you ok?" Harry asked, after swallowing a mouthful of water.

Hermione nodded, forcing a smile. "Just fine, I um... I have to... um... go to the bathroom," she announced. Jumping up quickly she exited the kitchen and entering her room down the hall.

She locked her door, magically, and entered her bathroom. "Here I go again," She whispered to herself, taking out the second test.

A while later she stared down at her second results. "Why does the world hate me?" she asked the air, throwing aside the stick angrily. "What have I ever done to it?"

She glared at the fallen stick, which lay across the room, a bright pink.

She re-read the packet. "Why must pink mean yes?" She growled, glaring at the packet also. "It better call Dr. Herman," She said to herself, getting to her feet and exiting her bathroom.

She picked up her mobile and her phone book, turning to the 'H' section.

She punched in Dr. Herman's home number and waited as the phone rang.

"Hello," came the kind voice woman through the receiver.

"Hi, Mrs. Herman, it's Hermione Granger, is the doctor at home?" Hermione said, trying not to sound abnormal.

"Oh, hello Hermione dear," the old woman said, still kindly. Hermione knew Mrs. Herman, she had baby-sitted Hermione a few times in her youth. "Is anything the matter?"

"Oh, no. Nothing to worry about. Mr. Herman is expecting my call."

"As long say you're alright, dear, I'll go fetch Daniel for you," She told Hermione softly. Hermione heard the woman carefully place the phone of the bench and call out from her husband.

After a short wait Dr. Herman picked up the phone.

"Hermione, how did it go?" He asked, not wating time. Obviously he had been nervous about the call.

"Um..." Hermione began. "The results were um... positive. Twice."

"Twice?" The doctor repeated. "Congradulations Hermione, you're a mother to be. So who's the father?"

Hermione froze. She hadn't thought about that. Well obviously the baby had a father, but she hadn't actually thought about who the father was.

"Hermione...?" Dr. Herman asked, when she didn't answer. "You do know, right?"

Hermione nodded, then realised Dr. Herman couldn't see her nod. "Yes," she croaked. "Well?" The old man enquired, curiously.

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione told him, shakily.

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How was that, I know it's not long, none of my chapters seem to be lately. I'll update tomorrow after my netball game if I can, but right now it's 3 am and I have to be up in 5 and a half hours to play that netball game, so night night.

Review if you like.

~Thai