A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: This story contains mentions of sex (nothing explicit) and adultery

This is for the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum

Are you crazy enough to do it Challenge

495. (song title) The Reason – Hoobastank

If you dare challenge.

495. Detection

"Give me a reason to stay, Ron, any reason!"

"I love you."

"That's your go to answer? You love me? Do you even know what love means? Love means you don't go sleeping around with your little groupies!"

"Me, what about you, 'Mione?"

"I've only been with you, Ron, and you know it."

"Maybe physically, but what about all those late nights? Whose cologne is that I smell on your clothes?"

"You smell my clothes?"

"I smell him on you, 'Mione. Now, tell me who he is."

"No, even if I was spending time with another man, what does it matter to you? I'm not cheating, I would never cheat, unlike you, Ron."

"And who says I'm cheating, the Prophet? Because we both know how reliable they are..."

"Ron, I saw it with my own eyes. I saw her, in our bedroom."

"You were spying one me!"

"No! I was upstairs, in our room, when I heard the door open. I wanted to surprise you, so I hid in the closet, in the flipping nude. You came in, and I almost opened the door when I saw her."

"You were spying on me!"

"Maybe a little, I didn't...I couldn't...I wanted to see what you did."

"And, what exactly did you see?"

"You and her, in our bed! Our bed, Ron, how could you?"

"You weren't supposed to be home."

"What does that have to do with anything."

"Why were you home?"

"I didn't feel well. I left work early, came home, took a pepper-up, had some tea. I was feeling better by the time you came home."

"You were sick?"

"A little, it's flu season and half the office is out."

"Hermione, please, answer this truthfully. Are you pregnant?"

"I..."

"You've been sick on and off the last two weeks, it's possible."

"Yes."

"And if you are, it's mine?"

"I never cheated, Ron. The cologne belongs to Professor Matthers, he's proofreading my research paper. He's only available during the evening, he teaches during the day."

"So it is possible?"

"Yes. How do we...is there a spell?"

"I think so? How do muggles?"

"There's a test, you pee on a stick and it detects hormones...nevermind how it works. It's supposed to be really accurate."

"Maybe we should try the muggle one, since I don't know the spell?"

"I could do it, hand me that book."

"The red one?"

"Yes, the red one. Thank you, here it is."

"Um...did it work?"

"Yes, you can open your eyes now, Ron."

"So...pink is..."

"Pink is yes. We're going to be parents Ron."

"Shite..."

"I agree, so...now what do we do? I mean, weren't we just about to...break up?"

"You were going to break up with me. Yes."

"I think...maybe we should try to work through this, there was only one girl right?"

"Yes, Hermione, I promise, she was the only one, the Prophet is exaggerating."

"Alright. I know you're right about how useful that paper is, why do I even read it?"

"You like the crossword?"

"It's fun, you should try it."

"You know what, I will. From now on things are going to be different, 'Mione. From now on it's us and this little one. I promise, my name will be no where that paper unless it's because I did something amazing."

"And I'll talk to Professor Matthers about seeing if we can meet on weekends?"

"No, don't give up on your paper, if he's available on evenings only, invite him here? I'd like to meet your colleagues"

"Really?"

"Really, I want to make this work between us, Hermione. I love you."

"I love you too, Ron. And I want to make it work too,"