I looked down at my slightly bulging stomach. I have been pregnant for three months now. It would soon be hard to hide my ever growing stomach. I wonder what everyone will think of me when they find out, and that's going to be soon because I don't think I can keep it a secret any longer. What will they think of me when I can't even tell them who the father is? Because there is more then one possibility.

I was so excited when I received the letter from Professor Dumbledore asking me to come teach Charms. I was soon to be the youngest professor at Hogwarts. When I arrived, everything went smooth for the first couple of weeks. Then after a few bad days I went out for a drink. I don't often drink, I don't like myself when I'm drunk, I do the stupidest things, and put myself in the most awful situations. But, I decided that my bad day was enough of a reason.

So there I am, sitting at the bar, and God knows I've had a few to many drinks. And by a few I mean a lot. At this point my decision making skills were pretty much nonexistent. Draco Malfoy, my old school enemy, swiftly walks up to me.

"Granger"

"Malfoy, how lovely to see you on this wonderful night" I slurred

"I think you may have had a little bit too much to drink tonight"

"Malfoy how lovely to see you"

"I'm going to take you back to Hogwarts now, you shouldn't be apparateing in your condition, you shouldn't even be talking" he laughed.

He took me back to my rooms, and was really sweet about everything. I still have no idea why he was being so nice.

"Granger do you think you'll be alright, I'm leaving now"

"No don't leave, stay with me please" I pleaded

I then did something that I now regret, I sort of kissed him and well you know the rest.

That would have been bad enough except I like to put myself in bad situations. So one day, about a week later I was at a Halloween party. You know the ones where you get all dressed up, wearing something you would never usually wear. Of course all the Weasleys were there. I've always had a thing for red hair. Everyone seemed coupled up, and I felt completely lonely.

So I let myself get drunk once again. I was slurring words, tripping over the stairs when Fred Weasley came to help me.

"Hermione, let me help you get home" he said really sweetly

" no, no I'm fine" but I let Fred help me home and why I did I'll never know.

And when we got there, I threw myself all over him.

Why am I so attracted to boys who help me home? Or am I just so desperate that I want anyone? So Draco Malfoy or Fred Weasley could be the father of my baby. Those are the two possibilities. Oh wait I forgot about…

Just Kidding,

Later that year Hermione gave birth to a red haired little girl. She told Fred that it was his baby, and never told anyone about that one night with Draco Malfoy. Hermione married Fred and they both lived happily ever after.