This story was written by me and my friend at school- she's a massive Torchwood fan and I'm a Harry Potter fanatic...together this is what we came up with! Enjoy!

-Chrissy-Tenshi

Harry casually walked the halls of Hogwarts. Christmas had come and gone and so the enchanted castle was relatively quiet due to the fact that a number of students were home visiting their families. Something was a bit 'off' with the place though. Harry couldn't quite put his finger on it but something strange was happening in the castle…well, stranger than usual…he could feel it.

"Harry!" Cried Hermione who was running towards him with a look of worry crossed over her face. She put her hand on his arm and whispered softly whilst looking down at the ground, "I think I'm pregnant"

She buried her face into his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her. He then pulled away and looked into her deep brown eyes that were now sparkling with tears.

"Do you know who the father is?"

"It could be Ron's…but I'm not sure…"

"What do you mean, you're not sure?" Harry's voice hardened, he couldn't believe Hermione had been so irresponsible, especially with his best friend.

"Can we not do this here? It's so complicated and I know what you're thinking but please let me explain everything first, okay?" Hermione's voice shook as she spoke and hugged herself as she and Harry walked back to the Gryffindor common room.

As they climbed through the Fat Lady's portrait, Ron ran forward to meet them.

"Harry! Hermione! Guess what?!" He cried gleefully. Hermione, however, did not return the greeting. Keeping her eyes glued to the floor, she pushed past him and ran up to the girls' dormitories.

"What's wrong with her?" asked Ron, scratching his head, "Must be PMS"

"I don't think so…" Harry mumbled under his breath.

"Anyway! Back to what I was telling you…"

"Mate!" Cried Harry, anger suddenly welling up inside him, "How can you be so oblivious? Hermione's upset and all you can do is think about yourself!"

Harry's temper was bubbling close to the surface now, which happened quite often these days. Harry then attempted to move past Ron in order to get to the girls' dormitories but Ron stepped in front of him and held a hand out to his chest to prevent him from going any further.

"I don't know what your problem is these days Harry but just this once listen to what I have to say!" Ron's whisper had a biting tone to it. His sapphire eyes held Harry's emerald eyes in a heat of tension for a moment before sliding to where Hermione had disappeared to a few minutes ago. A pained expression crossed his face.

Harry sighed dejectedly, "I'm sorry Ron, Hermione seemed upset about something and I just wanted to talk to her but when you burst in…"

"Oh" Ron looked down in shame.

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"Well anyway," Said Ron brightening up, "guess what happened!"

"What?" Harry groaned.

"Well…"

BAM!

The portrait had swung open knocking Ron out cold. In stepped a tall dark figure and a smaller figure. Both turned to look at Harry.

"Who the hell are you?"

TO BE CONTINUED...