A/N- this is my revised version of what I had previously posted. I was unsatisfied with it over all and better ideas have come to me.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine so please don't sue me!

Hermione Granger was throwing up, again. She was grateful that she had the use of the prefect's bathroom and there was very little traffic in there. For the past few days that was how her day started and now she was starting to get worried. The ritual was the same. First she would get up feeling slightly nauseous, then she would fight the nausea all the way through getting dressed and end up having to throw up by the time she was fully dressed.

"No, it can't be." Hermione whispered as she flushed the toilet.

Making her way to the sinks, Hermione washed out her mouth with water and gargled some mouthwash. Slowly she opened up her robe and observed her profile. She felt her hand from the top of her ribs to the start of her hips. Her belly was still flat, but she could tell that something was different then it was before.

 "It can't be..." she repeated to herself, thinking the more times she said it, the truer it would in time become.

Quickly Hermione did up the front of her robes, grabbed the stack of books that she needed for her morning lessons and rushed down to the Great Hall to have breakfast with her two best friends, Ron and Harry.

"Hey 'Mione." Harry said through his bacon

"Morning guys."

"Hermione, you've been late to breakfast everyday this week."

"Ron, it's only Tuesday." Hermione replied in an even tone, trying to keep calm

"How about last week?"

"Remember that big Arthimacy exam I had?"

"Yeah."
"I was studying."

Hermione hoped that the lie would hold water. She was the only one who knew about the throwing up every morning and the fighting of the following waves of nausea all day. She didn't want anyone to know about her morning exploits, not yet, not until they pasted. After all, it could be stress she reasoned.

"Have you talked to Viktor lately?" Harry asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence

"I got an owl from him last night. I didn't open it though."

"Why not?"

Harry knew that Hermione looked forward to every letter from Viktor, since they rarely saw each in person. Between Hermione being in school and living in the Muggle world and Viktor's quiddich training and games, getting together was very difficult. In fact the last time that they saw each other was over Christmas when Viktor managed to get to Hogwarts for a few days. It was now the middle of April and Hermione, all thought not showing it, was really missing him.

Again Hermione was forced to tell another lie. She really didn't know how else to answer the question. When Viktor's owl came she was stuffing her face with green snap pea salad. As of late she had developed an intense craving for it along with watermelon sorbet. She would sneak down the kitchens to get some nearly every night and Dobby was most happy to accommodate Hermione's hankerings for those foods.

"I was in the middle of working on something and then I went right to bed. I've been kind of run down a bit."

"Hermione, are you sure everything is fine? You've just been acting weird lately. We've bee worked about you, right Ron?"

Ron finished his sip of pumpkin juice before answering.

"Yeah, you've even stopped drinking pumpkin juice. You loved that stuff."

"And now I don't." she replied tartly

Hermione really didn't mean to snap at her friends, This just added fuel tot the fire about her suspicions.

"Oh my... Ron I didn't mean to yell at you! I'm so sorry! Hermione now was fighting back tears. She leaned over and threw her arms around him and gave him a hug.

"Hermione..."

"Yeah?" she said sniffling

"I can't breathe!"

"Oh..." Hermione immediately released her grip and ran away from the table. Harry and Ron just sat in shock for a moment.

"She's gone bonkers, Harry."

"I'd say..."

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Hermione, after classes, went to the library. After a few minutes of trying to be inconspicuous she found the volume that she was seeking: "Witches Medical Miracles and Aliments -- 1001 spells of cures and diagnoses."

Immediately she flipped to the page that told one how tot cast a spell to see if they were pregnant or not. She knew that she had the symptoms of it that is if they could even be called symptoms. Reading the article over and over again Hermione became more and more convinced that she was going to have a baby. Everything was falling into its own place.

That night came flashing back to her, almost like random pictures. Robes flying, hands roving, whispered truths, the freedom of it all. Then she saw the morning light, his outline still in the sheets, the deep coldness. Everything that she could have felt in a few hours was felt and every tear that could be shed was shed.  It was something in the past, permanent, and now, it appeared, something that she couldn't dismiss.

Once Hermione had copied the incantation and the directions regarding how to carry it out, she left the library and stated up to the prefects bathroom before she went to dinner. Looking at her watch, she saw that she had a bit over a half hour until she was going to have dinner with Ron and Harry.

She didn't know what she'd do with the test was positive. Hermione wanted to stay in the wizarding world but how could stay at Hogwarts if she was going to have a baby? Her parents would be a whole other issue all together. The Granger's had grudgingly let their only child go out with Viktor and to think what her father would do to Viktor if they found out about the baby...which the eventually would. It didn't matter if the baby was his or not.

         By the time Hermione took the test, her mind was spinning. After going to the bathroom, Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at the toilet.

"Embarazado" she whispered

The water in the toilet sparkled for a moment and then turned a shocking shade of purple. Hermione had her answer.

She was going to have the first Weasly grandchild.