A/N: Okay peoples, I know it's been done before but I was bored while I was doing my homework and this just kind of came to me. I hope it's not the same as anyone else's. Please review once you've finished and give me your oppinion. It's the first HP fic I've written too so please be nice. And also, tell me whether you think I should continue it or just drop it. Thanks.
Disclaimer: All characters and places which are recognisable belong to JKR (you know who she is).
Prologue: An Eight Letter Word
She sat there thinking on what she could do in the position she was in. Possibly she would leave but she wasn't a coward and she never ran away from anything. Well no, that's not true, she had run from one thing in her life and now it was rebounding on her in the worst possible way. She wasn't going to run anymore, she would face up to her fears and withstand the pain and ridicule she would receive. For she was sure to receive ridicule from her fellow students, she knew it for a fact.
But she would not run from it, she would not leave and take the cowards way out. She hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor for nothing in her first year. No, this girl had courage, and she knew it was better to face her fears than run and always be looking back.
She would just have to tell him. She would go see him as soon as she'd spoken to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. They too had a right to know. She also fully expected to be stripped of her position once they knew. And she was prepared to accept it. For it was true, what she had done was wrong, and the outcome was even worse.
But yet, she couldn't help being happy at the same time. It was such a joyous occurrence, but it was one which she had expected much later in her life. Not when she was seventeen.
She just had to face it. She had to face the eight letter word that might possibly ruin her life. She Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts, was pregnant.
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