This story takes place during the trios seventh year at Hogwarts. Voldemort is on holiday or something because he is not mentioned once in this story. Everyone that died in Deathly Hallows is still alive as is Dumbledore. I'm not really sure about Sirius, he doesn't really get mentioned (sorry Sirius!) Oh and I know the events in this story would never ever happen but it was fun to write! That's it really, I hope I haven't confused anyone and enjoy reading!

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Hermione Granger sat in the Gryffindor common room at a table surrounded by books. She was in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts and the time for sitting NEWTS was getting closer and closer. In just seven months time she would be sitting the biggest exams of her life so for the past few months she had been studying hard. The rest of her class mates had been studying here and there but nothing like what Hermione was doing.

"Can you please take a break?" a tall, red headed teenager covered in freckles asked her.

"Ron you know how important these exams are," Hermione replied crossly.

"Yeah but you've been studying non stop for weeks, I've hardly seen you at all," Ron protested. "Can't you just take a break for half an hour?"

"Oh all right then," Hermione agreed grudgingly. "If it keeps you happy."

Ron grinned and pulled her to her feet before taking her arm and leading her out of the common room. He did not stop walking until they were out in the grounds by the lake.

"There we go. Get some fresh air into you," he said, looking pleased with his own thoughtfulness. "You look bloody awful!" he told her bluntly.

"Well thank you Ronald," Hermione said.

"Sorry but you do," Ron said. "You're as pale as Nick and you've got massive bags under your eyes."

"Well I haven't been sleeping that well," Hermione admitted. "I've been studying late into the night and when I eventually do go to bed I get pains in my stomach. Nerves I suspect."

"Already? " Ron asked incredulously. "Hermione the exams are seven months away, not seven weeks, not seven days but seven months. We haven't even learned half the stuff yet anyway lets not talk about the exams," he added hastily.

They sat down by the lake and leant against a nearby tree. Hermione rested her head on Ron's shoulders and gazed out over the smooth, glassy surface of the water.

"Did you know that next month will be our third anniversary," Hermione told him. "Can you believe it has been three years since we have been together?"

"It seems to have flown in," Ron mumbled.

Yes, yes it has," Hermione said faintly.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked quickly. "You look - if that's possible - even paler than before!"

"I'll be all right," she replied vaguely. "Only if you don't mind I'd rather that you sat down. You are making me dizzy when you spin around like that."

"But I am sitting down," Ron pointed out.

He gave her a worried look.

"You need to go see Madam Pomfrey."

"It's just the amount of reading I have been doing recently," Hermione said weakly. "Although-"

Her sentence was cut short as she was sick over the grass.

"Yuk!" Ron exclaimed before realizing he had said the wrong thing. "I meant let's get you up to the hospital wing straight away."

He pulled Hermione to her feet. She swayed for a moment before Ron grabbed her and led her away from the lake and back towards the castle.

Ten minutes later they arrived outside the hospital wing. They journey had taken longer than usual as Hermione has stopped several times to be sick again. Once inside she collapsed down weakly on the nearest bed while Ron ran off to fetch Madam Pomfrey.

"Miss Granger. Not feeling your best I see," the hospital matron commented as she bustled out of her office.

She lay a hand on Hermione's fore head, felt her pulse and then took out her wand and waved it over Hermione's body.

"Mr Weasely you are going to have to wait outside for the moment," Madam Pomfrey said sternly.

"No Way! I want to stay here with Hermione to check she is all right," Ron protested.

"Mr Weasely are you a trained healer?"

"No but-"

"Do you know anything about healing potions or other remedies?"

"Well not really but-"

"Then tell me how you are going to help Miss Granger here?" Madam Pomfrey asked smugly.

Ron shot her a disgruntled look before stalking out of the wing, making sure to bang the door shut on his way out.

"Symptoms," Madam Pomfrey said to Hermione. "Nausea, light headiness, dizziness, cramp."

Hermione looked startled for a moment before nodding slowly.

"How did you know?" she asked. "Does that mean you know what is wrong with me?"

"I do indeed my dear. And you yourself should have realized by now too."

Hermione looked puzzled.

"You are pregnant."

Hermione's face was one of utter shock. Her face turned a violent green colour before she was once more sick.

Madam Pomfrey quickly conjured a basin and thrust it into her hands.

"No, no you must be mistaken," Hermione stuttered. "It's not possible."

"You and Mr Weasely didn't?"

"Well yes we did," Hermione said miserably. Her face turned from green to a deep red. "It was stupid. I don't know why we did it, it should never have happened. But really I can't be p-" she could not bear herself to say the word. "I would have known if I was."

"Yes you should have realized but I assure you, I do not make mistakes."

"I have been busy studying lately. Not really paying attention to anything. Straight after the last class in the afternoon I would go straight to the common room and start studying until around midnight. I haven't even been feeding myself properly," Hermione explained.

"Well that would do it," Madam Pomfrey said. "If you have been working yourself so hard then something like becoming pregnant wouldn't occur to you."

"Oh what have I done!" Hemione broke down into tears. Her body shook violently as she sobbed. "You must think terribly of me right now."

"There, there," Madam Pomfrey patted her on the shoulder. "I cannot say that I approve of what has happened but you are a sensible young lady and you shall be a wonderful mother to this baby."

Hermione continued to sob loudly. "I'm n-not ready t-to be a m-mo-mother," she wailed. "I haven' e-even finished s-school yet. I wanted to go on and get a job in the ministry but how can I d-do that now! I've gone and ruined my life!"

"Well I'm sure your parents will be able to help you," Madam Pomfrey said kindly.

"My parents!" Hermione said hysterically. "W-what are they going to say when th-they find out! They're going to hate me. Everyone is. And Mrs Weasley, she'll b-be furious too. And oh what is everyone here at Hogwarts going to think and Ron! He is nowhere n-near ready to be a f-father yet!"

Hermione's tears cascaded down her face heavily. Madam Pomfrey waved her wand at a cabinet at the end of the room and a large green bottle zoomed towards her. She waved it again and a small glass appeared. She filled the glass with the liquid in the bottle and passed it into Hermione's trembling hands.

"Calming draught, shock concoction and a sleeping draught all in one," she informed Hermione. "Drink it."

Hermione brought the glass to her lips and gingerly took a sip before gulping down the rest of the potion. Her eyes became heavy and slowly she lay back on the bed and fell asleep with a calm expression on her face.