A/N: Sorry that it's taking me so long to update stories--I have had absolutely no muse. Well, except for new stories. For some reason I have had absolutely no trouble at all coming up with ideas for new stories. Anyway, this is a sequel to my story Unfaithful Heart. Forgive the spelling and grammatical errors, I wrote this on the fly and didn't have enough time to check it first.

Disclaimer--All characters belong to J.K. Rowling
Summary--A month after Hermione ended her affair with Ron she started getting really sick every morning. Happy news! She's pregnant, alright. Problems arise when she has no idea who's baby it is. What will happen now?
Rated M for language, sex, and violence.

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Chapter 1-

This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't!

The little white stick in my hand said otherwise though. I groaned. "How? How can I be pregnant?" It wasn't supposed to have happened yet! Well, technically it was, according to the marriage law, anyway. But I had always been careful, secretly taking muggle birth control to try and ensure that I wouldn't get pregnant during my marriage and subsequent affair with Ron. I hadn't wanted a baby. I hadn't wanted a baby to be drawn into the complicated mess I had made of my life. But now that I was, well... I had no idea what to do. It would be fine, if only there wasn't one little problem.

I had no idea who's baby it was. It could be Severus's, which would be fine. Great even. But it could be Ron's as well. That would be bad. Really bad. I had already almost lost my husband once due to my own naivety, and I didn't want to risk losing him again. So if it was Ron's, then I would be in deep trouble. I could always get rid of it, but that seemed wrong to me on so many levels. I wasn't the type of person to get rid of a human life so callously, even if that life could potentially destroy all of my happiness.

Stupid, worthless muggle birth control.

Sighing in resignation I walked over to the fireplace and flooed Harry, not even bothering to try and ask permission first. Stepping out of the fireplace I called frantically, "Harry? Harry, are you here?"

"Hermione?" Came an answer from down the adjoining hallway. I followed the voice to the drawing room to find Ginny seated on an overstuffed sofa, cradling baby James in her arms. She looked up at me in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh Gin, I'm in an awful mess. Is Harry here? There's something I need to tell him."

The red-headed woman frowned. "No, he's not. Is there anything I can do? I know I'm not a replacement for him, but sometimes a woman's opinion is better than a guy's."

Which was very true, from what I had discovered over the years. "Alright," I said hesitantly, nervously sitting down next to her. "Um..." I began, not quite sure where to start, since I had no idea how much(if anything) she knew about what had transpired over the past three years.

"Mione, you aren't thinking of going back to Ron, are you?"

I winced. So she did know. How much, I wasn't sure... but she obviously knew enough. "Merlin no! Why would you even ask that?"

"Well... you were with him for three years... and since the law is being repealed, I just assumed that--"

"That I would leave my husband to be with him," I interrupted, eyes narrowed in a glare. "Right?"

Ginny shrugged. "I guess so. I mean really Hermione, Snape? Are you sure you want to stay with him? Even now?"

"Yes," I answered automatically. "I loved Ron definitely, but I'm meant to be with Severus. Ron was far too immature, insensitive, and uncaring." I flinched, remembering that she was his sister. "Sorry Gin, I don't mean anything by it..."

She shrugged again. "Herms, I know what my brother is. He's a prat, an idiot, a glutton, and a downright jerk. I know he loved you, but he was far too in love with himself to be in a real relationship." She hesitated before saying, "With you, anyway."

I frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing really. Just that you're far too practical and grown-up to be with a guy like him. You deserve someone who can actually challenge you, unlike the guy who talks of nothing but food, wizard chess, and--"

"Quidditch," I finished, grinning.

"That too," agreed the younger woman. Shifting her baby's weight to her other arm she laughed. "I love the game too, but come on, he's way too obsessed. I think he fell on his head a few too many times in practice, and it's given him a one track mind."

My laughter joined hers for a moment, before it trailed off, and I sighed again. Now wasn't the time for laughing. I was in serious trouble. "Gin... that's not why I came."

"Then why?" she asked in a caring tone.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I-I'm pregnant," I murmured, ending on a choked sob.

Ginny's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Mione, that's wonderful!"

"N-no it's n-not," I blubbered, rubbing my eyes with my fists. I knew that I was acting a lot like her one-year-old son, but I couldn't seem to help it, despite my better judgement. Damn pregnency hormones.

"But... why not? Why are you so upset? Isn't it... a good thing?"

I shook my head. "N-no! B-because..." I took a deep, wavering breath. "I have no idea who's baby it is!"

Silence.

I sniffled. "Gin?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah."

I glared at her. "Then say something!"

"Yeah."

"Is that all you can say?" I snapped. "Yeah?"

"Um... sorry..." Ginny apologized half-heartedly. "I just... I'm just processing." She frowned. "You...don't know who's it is?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" I sneered in a very Snape-like manner. "Pay attention, will you?"

"Now that's just creepy," said Harry from the doorway. "You need to stop spending so much time with Snape."

I turned my head to glare at him. "Oh stop it, it wasn't that bad."

He winced as he neared us. "Sorry, sorry. No need to bite my head off."

I sighed, and ran a hand through my tangled hair. "No I'm sorry. I just... I'm just stressed out. I don't know what to do, and I've been throwing up for days."

As he sat down on the arm of the sofa next to his wife he smirked. "Oh I can imagine. Gin was no fun when she was pregnant either. In fact she was a real bi--"

He was interrupted by a slap on the side of his head from his angry wife. "Oh really? Well, next time you get me knocked up you can go and live with mum, and I can stay here by myself."

Harry held up his hands in surrender. "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I know that being around a pregnant woman can be bloody frightening so I won't take it personally."

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "So, I'm 'bloody frightening' now, am I?" she asked, her voice icy.

The man blanched. "No! I didn't mean that. I just meant--"

"That you're afraid of me when I'm pregnant."

"Well yeah, but--"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" she shrieked. "That is the meanest thing you have ever said to me! As if being pregnant isn't bad enough, you have to go 'round saying stuff like that!"

Both Harry and I flinched at her tone. And unluckily for all of us, she had managed to wake James, who was now screaming his head off along with his mother, his hands balled up into fists, and his face bright red. I winced at the noise. Too loud. Way too loud. Standing I slowly backed up. "Um... I think I'm just going to go and think things over for myself..."

"I didn't mean it," Harry tried to explain, though I imagined that by this time his words fell on deaf ears.

Ginny continued her rant, and as I scurried through the house and to the floo I heard various phrases that were entirely unsuitable for a young child to hear. Gods, I didn't even want to hear them.

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Coming out of the floo in Severus's and my chambers I sighed in relief at the quiet. The outing had been a total disaster. I realized that I probably would have been just as fine staying home. Better in fact, since my ears would no doubt no be ringing from all the screaming. "Merlin, does Ginny pack a temper," I muttered as I slid down onto my favorite armchair.

Rubbing my temples I tried to think of what I would do now. I still had no idea how I was going to tell Severus I was pregnant, let alone what I would do about the whole situation. I supposed that I could just say I was pregnant and leave it at that... but what would happen if, when I had the baby, it turned out to be a Weasley? What would Severus do then? Probably leave me. Actually, more than probably. He would be so angry... and devastated. I couldn't bear to do that to him. I still of course had the option to get rid of it without anyone knowing, but that still didn't seem right to me. I could never get rid of any child, let alone my own. Hell, I couldn't even get rid of my old toys from when I was a child.

I was still mulling over what to do when I heard the door to the room slide open. My eyes widened in terror as I heard the familiar voice.

"I'm back," Severus called.

I was in deep shit.

E/N: Sorry it's so short, my muse ended up dying much sooner than I thought it would. Reviews always appreciated!