Diclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling characters or anything, just the plot.

Chapter 1: Something there

She had been feeling quite sick for some weeks, but she put it on stress. They were on the run, hunting horcruxes and trying to survive. She was one of the best friends of The-Boy-Who-Lived, a muggle born and one of the most wanted people in the wizarding world. Surely, that would stress anyone out. So being sick, tired and moody was something Hermione expected from being on that situation.
They had been living in a tent in the forest of Dean for a few months now. She walked behind the tent and bent over, throwing up her non-existant breakfast. It had been a routine of hers for two or three weeks now. She cleaned herself with a wet towel. "Maybe I'm on my period." she thought. "but I never get this sick." She thought for a moment. Her period had been non-existan for a week or so. Probably more now. She panicked. She went back to the tent and to her bunkbed. She picked up her beaded handbag and looked through it. She knew they were somewhere. She had bought quite a few of them before they left Grimmauld Place. She accioed the three little long boxes, took them in her hands, and went back outside.
"Mione, where you going?" Ron asked as he placed the logs he had picked up on the ground.
"the bathroom." she answered. He nodded. She kept walking until she got to their white portable bathroom. She took the tests. All of them at once. She knew there was a spell, but she didn't remember it. In fact, she hadn't learned how to cast it. She thought she didn't need to know it yet. She was seventeen, for Merlin's sake! As time passed, she thought about that night. That very first night at Grimmauld Place:

FLASHBACK.
They had just arrived at Nº12 Grimmauld Place after being attacked by Death Eaters during Bill and Fleur's wedding. They felt lucky that they could escape and that they were now safe.
Harry had decided to go to the kitchen to talk to Kreacher while Ron and Hermione decided to go upstairs to look for blankets and pillows to spend the night. They reached the second floor and walked through the corridor.
"I can't believe it's really happening. It all starts now." Hermione said. Ron just looked at her. He didn't know what to answer to that. They reached the last door and opened it. There were two beds and a cupboard. Hermione went and sat on one of the beds as Ron closed the door behind him.
"It's so... surreal." she said. He sat next to her.
"I know." he said.
"I'm scared... you know... of not making it." she said. Ron sighed.
"Me too, Mione." he said
"there are so many things I still want to do! I want to travel the world, I want to finish my studies and work in the ministry. I want to help change the world. I want to fall in love, get married and have a family of my own one day. Send my kids to Hogwarts, grow old with my husband, be truly happy" she said.
"You'll do all that." Ron said.
"You don't know that, Ron. We're seventeen, for God's sake! We're in the middle of a war! There are so many things we haven't experienced yet! I still haven't had the perfect kiss or been with somebody... that way." she said, blushing.
"What about Vicky?" Ron asked with disgust.
"What about him?" she asked, glaring at him.
"didn't he give you the perfect kiss?" he asked, clearly annoyed. She sighed, annoyed as well. Why did he ALWAYS have to bring that up?
"that was barely a kiss! He just gave me a peck on the lips and I stopped him right there before going any further. So, answering your question: no, he didn't give me the perfect kiss." she said.
"So... what... should happen for it to be... you know... perfect?" Ron asked as he scratched the back of his neck, his heart beating faster.
She looked at him, her heart racing as if she were in her last final exam. "Well... erm... it should be... sweet and... soft but passionate and... with someone who I feel safe, confident with, someone who knows me well and... that I trust." she said. He looked at her, their eyes locking. She looked at him, expectant. He leaned forward to her and pressed his lips on hers. She was taken aback at first, but soon she wrapped her arms around his neck, continuing with the kiss. He laid her on the bed, his arms rubbing her back. The kiss was everything Hermione had wanted and even more. Things were getting heated between them, but neither of them wanted to stop.
Before realizing what was happening, their clothes were scathered on the floor of the room. Hermione couldn't think straight. This moment, right there in his arms with him kissing her and being as intimate as possible with her, was the perfect moment of their relationship.
END OF FLASHBACK.

3 minutes had passed. She checked on the three sticks in front of her. All of them showed a plus sign. She sighed. There was no doubt about it. There was life inside her