Chapter one:

Hermione ran into the bathroom and leaned over the toliet. After nearly a minute she fell to her knees resting her body against the side of the bathtub.

She knew what was happening. And she had no idea what she was going to do.

Getting up, she went into the bedroom she shared with Ron. He wasn't home still. He had taken the late shift at the ministry, Improper Use of Magic division. She wasn't worried. Most nights had been like this since he had been begged by the Minister to take on a job there. The day after they graduated from Hogwarts.

Crawling back into bed and burying herself deep under the covers. Hermione thought. She wouldn't worry until she was 100 percent sure she was pregnant. But she was still only 16 and wouldn't be of age until September. She'd have to go to Madame Pomfrey to be tested because of that damn law. She'd have to go to Hogwarts.

There was a loud CRACK from outside, and she heard Ron trying without avail to silently close the front door. A mass of tumbling was followed and Hermione could only guess that Ron had crashed into the bookcase near the entrance hall.

The bedroom door opened and closed. She heard Ron changing out of his sweaty work clothes, and felt him climb into bed slowly.

Turning, she wrapped her arms around him.

'Mione? You're awake?' he asked softly, thinking about how his plan to come in quietly had crashed and burned.

'Mhmm. Just woke up,' she lied. Readjusting herself around him as he lay down.

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.'

She kissed his neck lightly.

'It's ok. I have to start getting ready soon anyway.'

She felt his head move slightly.

'Do you have plans today?'

No, she thought; I think I'll just go find out if I'm a mother.

'Well, there is a book signing at Flourish and Blotts, I thought I'd go to.'

His body relaxed.

'Mmm that's nice. Stop by the joke shop and say hi to George for me.'

'Will do sweetie,' she said, sitting up and kissing his forehead.

'Wait- you're getting ready now?' Ron realized, grabbing her arm and pulling her back into bed.

'I just got home. Don't you want to…?' he asked, using his seductive voice.

Smiling softly, she took his hand off her arm and stood up.

'The signing starts at 10. I don't want to be late or I'll be in the back like last time.'

Turning, she left a slightly annoyed but sleepy Ron, and began to rumage through her side of the closet.

Arriving at Hogwarts, she stood outside the entrance pondering on whether or not to enter.

Deciding that she had to know as soon as possible, she went in. Avoiding the paths to the dungeons, Hermione made her way to the Hospital Wing.

She knocked on the door quickly, not waiting for an invitation; she went in.

Madame Pomfrey was there, stocking up on medicinal herbs for the upcoming school year. She had looked up when she heard the knock, and saw Hermione Granger soon-to-be Weasley enter the room.

'Hermione! How're you? Is there something wrong?' she asked, noticing the slightly sick look on the young lady's face.

Hermione shook her head. Then, after a few seconds she nodded.

Madame Pomfrey stepped towards Hermione and guided her to the bed closest to the door.

'Whats wrong?'

Hermione sat there, silent. She was afraid she'd say all the wrong things.

Madame Pomfrey sighed.

'Hermione, I can't help you if I don't know the problem.'

She opened her mouth. Then closed it.

Opening it again she began to talk quickly.

'Well I think I could be pregnant, but I don't feel comfortable going to the clinic so I came to Hogwarts and if I am pregnant; and I haven't told Ron yet, I don't even know if-'

She stopped realizing she didn't have to go there. If the possible child didn't look like him, she could just lie. She didn't know if she could do it, but she'd try. She couldn't hurt Ron like that. Not after everything he's done for her.

'Oh dear. Well, you did come to the right place. St Mungo's would have accepted you though. But since you're already here…'

Madame Pomfrey got up and began to walk towards the back room, but stopped.

'Hermione is there something…special about this child?'

Hermione didn't answer straight away. Would Pomfrey say something to him?

Avoiding her eyes, she shook her head.

Looking at Hermione for a second more, Madame Pomfrey went and grabbed her wand.

'Hermione you are going to need to lie down. You will feel a large amount of heat in your womb. Don't worry about it. It is just the spell.'

Hermione just looked at her.

'Gravida' Madame Pomfrey muttered.

Hermione's womb was filled with forgien warmth. It felt very strange. Not bad, just very different.

Madame Pomfrey's wand was lit; glowing a simple yellow color.

A tortuous minute passed and slowly the tip of her wand turned a light shade of pink.