This is written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments!)
Assignment 8-Careers Advice.
Main Prompt: Write a funny story about a HOH during a career advice meeting with one of their students.
Extra Prompts: (Word) Pregnancy, (Dialogue) "Did I say something wrong, Professor?", (Emotion) Embarrassing, (Action) Knocking something over.
I'm in Gryffindor!
This is quite a bit AU, characters will be a bit OOC. [There is no war and no Voldemort, and Umbridge does not 'take over' Hogwarts. Set in fifth year.]
WC: 527
Professor McGonagall was tired. She did not want to deal with the tomfoolery of these students any longer today. They had no huge interest in preparing their lives ahead of them, no, they had more interest in keeping their heads shoved up each other's- knock, knock.
Cutting off her train of thought, she looked down at her list to see what unlucky student was next, Hermione Granger. Perfect, she know's what she wants in life, calling out an 'enter,' she pulled out the appropriate leaflets from her desk.
"Please, have a seat Hermione," she told her. "Would you like some tea? A biscuit, perhaps?"
"Yes, thank you Professor." Replied Hermione.
Once the appropriate drinks and cookies were laid out, Minerva started her questioning.
"Have you thought on what career you would like to go into, Miss Granger?" Said McGonagall as she leaned against the straight-backed chair.
"Well, um… Professor, if I could talk to you about that, about something first. Before we talk about careers. I believe this takes dominance over this," Hermione spoke softly.
"And what may that be?"
"I'm pregnant," she blurted out.
Minerva did not see that coming, so when she heard those words uttered, it hit her like a freight train. She tried to take a breather, and take a sip of her tea, but all she ended up doing was knocking her porcelain cup to the stone floor.
The shatter broke her out of her thoughts, before she felt all the blood rush to her head.
"Did I say something wrong, Professor?" Hermione had the audacity to ask.
"Som-, something wrong? D-d-did you say somet- thing wrong?" Sputttered McGonagall, wiping the spittle from her chin. "Of course you said something wrong! Pregnancy? At Hogwarts? Oh, what will your parents think?
"What will the other parents think? Allowing you to get pregnant! Oh, my dear. We'll be ruined! How far along are you? How did you find out?"
Hermione took a moment to answer, and Minerva did not like stalling. However, before she could interrupt, Hermione finally voiced her thoughts and her answers.
"Well, I'm about three to four months along, and I found out by the pregnancy potion. I'm assuming you will wish to know the father's identity?"
"Of course I do!"
"Draco Malfoy," Hermione had uttered the two words so fast, Minerva thought she heard wrong at first.
When no punchline came, and Dumbledore didn't jump out wearing drag and doing the hula, Minerva believed her.
"That will be 300 points from Gryffindor, young lady," said Minerva.
"Professor, surely that's a bit much, don't you think?"
"Don't you think it's a bit much to be pregnant at 15?"
"Yes, ma'am," Hermione replied.
When Hermione left her office over an hour later, Minerva sat down with Dumbledore after canceling the rest of her meetings.
"That's one way for house unity, isn't it, my dear?" Said Dumbledore, his periwinkle blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
"What did you do?" Replied an exasperated Minerva.
"It's entirely fake! Other then their relationship, everything else is just a way for them to be together in the open, and my favourite part; it scares the hell out of them."
"Oh Merlin, this is going to be embarrassing for them, Albus!"