-Disclaimer-

I am not JK Rowling nor do I claim to be the author of the ever-famous Harry Potter series. I am just a story that depicts how Harry will begin to see Hermione in a different light and have feelings for her instead of Ginny, who suddenly has bounced in between Harry and Hermione.

Characters – Those you see in the book series are not mine.

Plot – 100 mine truly!

Scruples and Mistakes

By Heahrune

Chapter 1

Harry Potter woke up feeling lighter than air. He knew he had a good time last night, but the thing was that he didn't remember what happened! All he remembered was that Voldemort was dead. He turned around in the bed in his redecorated room in Grimmauld Place and saw Hermione. Beautiful, sweet Hermione (at least in his eyes!) lying on the bed, like an angel. It felt so natural.

Hermione.

Half naked.

Sleeping on the same bed as he was.

Then he realised what was wrong.

She didn't belong there.

Oh oh, Harry thought. This can't be good.

Perhaps Hermione would know why we're in the same bed; she always knows, Harry's voice reasoned.

Okay, I'll wake her up.

"Hermione," Harry shook her. "Hermione, wake up."

A very groggy Hermione blinked before she opened her eyes completely. "Yes, what is – arghhhhhhhh! Harry, what the hell is going on? What am I doing here, in the same bed as you are and – arghhhhhhhh! – in pajamas?" Then to herself: "Please, tell me I'm not awake! I'm not awake!" She broke into hysterical sobs.

Harry admittedly had been freaked out about this, but the thing was that Hermione was totally out of character. She was raving and hysterical.

"Hermione, I don't see what's the big deal. I was shocked but you are completely over the top!"

She looked at him in a hurt way. "Harry, how can you say that! Look at how scantily I'm dressed."

Harry looked but didn't see anything scanty. If anything, she looked quite lovely, being clad only in a small nightgown which was semi-transparent.

"Uh huh," he said absent-mindedly, as he jerked his head upwards to prevent any weird thoughts.

"Well? Doesn't this tell you anything? You being nearly half-naked yourself, and me too," Hermione's voice trailed off.

Then the sick notion came to him.

"We had sex," Harry's voice cracked.

And then he realised why Hermione was so worried.

"Let's call Ron."

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"And then we found ourselves in the same bed! Honestly Ron, this is not funny!" Hermione said as Ron was having fits of laughter, as Harry and Hermione related to Ron once they got to the Burrow.

"I know it isn't, but Hermione, this is a serious matter."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"Because the way you two found out you guys were married was funny!"

Both Harry and Hermione shot each other a look of alarm.

Ron smiled before telling them the whole story:

"So what happened was that we were celebrating the downfall of You-Know-Who and then we started having a wild time. Neville was drunk, and he started going on about how you two should have gotten married, seeing as you guys were really – er – close – during the party as you guys were so hesitant about joining. Hermione and you both decided to leave before Neville did something drastic. But you guys were too late; Neville got you both with Heirat Matrimonio and –"

"The marriage charm?" Hermione asked, with a faint smile which indicated she was about to faint.

"Hermione! You know about it! Anyway, something got into you both and you guys decided to speed off to one of the nearest ministers, and he married yourselves, before he died. Then you guys gave me the wedding documents, and sped off to Grimmauld Place, where – I suspect – you guys ruined your friendship," Ron said with a smile.

Both Harry and Hermione blushed so deeply, each of them seemed to have tried to turn themselves into tomatoes.

"How many people know about this?" Hermione asked, still blushing.

"Only the six of us, Hermione, you both as of today, me, Ginny (who is dismayed today as she remembers everything – you do know why Harry), Luna and Neville himself of course. The minister died just after he had you guys married because of an incurable disease – lucky for you. Now, all you have to do is to annul your marriages and everything can go back to normal."

"If I'm not pregnant, I suppose that's what you mean," Hermione said in a low voice.

"Oh Hermione! Pregnant! Oh Merlin! Harry, you could have knocked her up!" Ron yelled.

At that moment, Ginny peeked around the door. She had evidently overheard what their conversation was about. "Hermione, come with me. I'll help you find out if you're really – er –"

"Thanks Ginny!" And Hermione simply leaped out of the room.

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"Oh dear, what am I going to say, Ginny?" Hermione was distraught. "Oh oh oh! This is not supposed to happen! I'm not yet eighteen! Ginny, oh Ginny, you have to help me!"

Words cannot describe Hermione as she was this very moment. To find out such horrible news, when she was only eighteen was like a death sentence for her.

"Ginny," Hermione said in a small voice. "Whatever I say to those two boys out there you cannot contradict. Okay? Please promise me this."

Ginny gulped before nodding her head, knowing just what Hermione would say.

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Harry rose as Hermione came in looking rather shaky. "So," he gulped. "What's the result?"

Hermione looked relieved. "Nothing, Harry."

"Phew! That saves me a lot of stress! Imagine what the Daily Prophet would say if they found out about – this."

Harry was ecstatic, Hermione observed silently, feeling rather annoyed.

Just as he punched the air in joy, Hermione cleared her throat.

"I'm thinking of leaving Britain."

Harry's joy seemed to be screeching to a halt. "But – but – Hermione, there's nothing wrong!"

"Harry, after what happened, I just can't be comfortable around you any more. I'm really –"

"No," he said quickly. "I understand. But seriously Hermione –"

"Harry, my mind's made up."

"I know, I know," Harry shrugged rather awkwardly. "It just won't be the same without you."

I doubt I'd ever get used to this, Harry thought somewhat morosely.

"It's better this way, Harry. I've a really volatile temper, and if you get on my nerves I might do something I will regret."

-Sue's Not-So Philosophic Reflections-

In case you guys are wondering, this is probably as mature-themed as the story will get to. I don't believe in writing text-sex (I'm only thirteen). So this will be basically a decent fic. Nothing extreme here! I really want the story to take a comedy-romance route, so expect some weird humour and some sappy (ewww!) romantic moments in the end, but don't expect it to be too fluffy. That just ruins my day!

Oh and if you guys have noticed, Harry and Hermione were married when it happened, so technically it's quite all right. Neville hit them with a charm (I called it the marriage charm), that I made up. Heirat matrimonio is actually a translation of the word wedding; heirat means wedding in German and matrimonio means wedding in Italian (I also think it is wedding in Spanish, but that's beside the point).

And on a last note, please review!