Okay this is going to be set before the summer before fifth year, it is AU obviously but I usually try not to bash characters, anyway unless it's Ginny :P she is a Mary Sue anyway though.
Warning: This chapter contains lemon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. If I did, Harry would end up with Hermione and Ron would end up with Luna. Ginny would end up dying in the war.
Thanks to Xi_Fang for editing the first chapter
Chapter One: Unexpected discovery
Hermione Jean Granger was sitting in her home, her head leaning against her bedpost. If one peered close, they would notice the worry splayed across the young brunette's face. The source of the trouble in her life was a rather complicated endeavour, the only thing that was a sure fact – Hermione Granger was pregnant.
About to begin her fifth year at Hogwarts, this year was sure to be an interesting one. She had been having the symptoms for a while now and after much debating, had taken a pregnancy test that morning. Ever since then, she had locked herself up in her room trying to gather her thoughts about the matter. She knew who the child inside her belonged to.
Simply put, it was an act of comfort that had gone too far. Ron had decided to let Hermione do the comforting this time. Hermione knew that the red head was worried, but he wasn't good at this sort of thing. That day stood out in her mind.
*Flashback*
"Neville and I," Ron gestured towards the mousy haired boy beside him, "are going to see if we can help out with other things. Hermione, you're better at the comforting stuff; you're a girl. I just hope you can get through to him," He finished quietly.
Hermione nodded in reply. She leaned forward and gave the boys a gentle hug trying to reassure them.
"I'll try my best. You two have fun and try not to worry too much, ok?" Hermione said softly and waved to him as he went off with Neville.
She took a deep breath, and headed upstairs to Harry's room. While walking up the stairs, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. With so much knowledge, how could she even know what to say to him. The door creaked slightly as it was pushed open by Hermione only to reveal the Boy Who Lived perched on his bed with his head in his hands. Hermione frowned. She hated to see Harry so hurt and upset. She moved to his side and sat down. Her hand automatically went to his shoulder, causing him to look up at her.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry said rather stiffly.
"Harry…what happened back there none of it is your fault. I know it hurts, but you're not alone remember that," Hermione said, her voice understanding and full of concern, "We're all worried for you Harry, you mean a lot to every one of us."
Harry looked into her eyes, he was overwhelmed with guilt because of how worried she was because of him, seeing how worried he had made both his friends. He bit his lower lip then pulled Hermione into a hug. Hermione stiffened with surprise, but returned it by wrapping her arms around him; their heartbeats falling in to sync.
Harry noticed her hair smelled of roses, it felt so good having Hermione hug him. She seemed to be having similar thoughts, it felt so good having Harry's arms close around her waist, so good that she never wanted to move away.
The heat between their bodies rose with each second that passed. When she moved away, Harry seemed to hold her at an arm's length. Hermione began to lose herself in Harry's green eyes. Harry had never before noticed how beautiful Hermione was, butterflies seemed to well up in his stomach as he leaned close to her and pressed his lips against hers, half expecting her to push him away. Both of their pulses racing, their breathe quickening to match.
The brunette was stunned upon the kiss but it felt so good. Suddenly, Harry seemed to realize what he was doing and jumped back. Hermione could concentrate on nothing but Harry's lips.
"Hermione…I-I'm sorry…I don't know what came over me," Harry stuttered.
Hermione silenced him with another kiss, forcing the surprised Harry to submit. Hermione was surprised at her own actions, but this felt so right. When they broke apart, Harry held her close to his chest where he undid her robe letting it fall to the floor. Hermione rested her head against Harry's chest beginning to undo his top with her hands over his bare chest causing him to let out a moan. He undid her school uniform while she pulled down his pants and underwear. Harry moved his hand swiftly down her body only stopping to play with her nipples. Hermione's back arched as she then spread her legs and he positioned himself. The needs for fulfillment building up within them both, thoughts were non-existant. He entered her with a swift thrust. Hermione met him with a thrust of her own and a moan in pleasure and pain. He slowed down, not wanting to hurt her. After a while, they both collapsed next to each other, too worn out to even move. The re-dressing was done in silence and the unheard agreement to not tell anyone was forefront in their minds.
"Ron and the others will be back soon. You guys should talk as well, he's really worried for you," Hermione said quietly, unable to think of anything else; her cheeks currently matched that of a ripe tomato before she rushed out.
*Flashback ends*
Hermione was now carrying the result of that passionate night the two of them had shared together. It had all come so unexpectedly, she had never before felt such a strong passion for anyone...not even Viktor. It spouted from the friendship that they shared. Sure, her and Harry had always been there for each other and been through nearly everything together, but Ron had also always been a part of that. Now she realized she always thought of Ron like a brother and argued with him like brothers and sisters normally do. They could never have the spark of passion like her and Harry had shared that night.
There had always been a lot more with Harry. There was always a higher level of understanding; they always had more of a connection. These are main reasons why she always felt the need to be by Harry's side, to help comfort him in his times of trouble. Hermione had always thought this was because they were good friends that had been through a lot together. However, she had realized there was a truth of something deeper. She had always had feelings for Harry beyond the basic level of Friendship; there was always a deeper connection with him.
Just then, the brunette was snapped out of her thoughts by a knock on the door.
"Come in," Hermione said.
She sat quietly wondering who it could be. Looking up, she immediately felt panic well up inside her as her parents stood in the doorway. She wondered how they would react.
Would they yell at her?
Blame her for being so irresponsible?
Blame Harry for forcing this upon her and jumping to conclusions?
Her face began to pale and she tried to calm herself down.
"Sweetheart, you've been locked up in your room for the whole day and it's not right for a girl your age to stay cooped up in the house. Your father and I are worried about you. Did something happen at your school that we should know about?" Her mother, Jane, asked her in a caring yet concerned tone of voice.
Hermione bit down on her lower lip hesitating for a moment before nodding and allowing a single tear to trickle down her cheek.
"I honestly don't know how else to say this Mum," the brunette's voice was barely above a whisper. Her parents looked on with a mix of curiosity and unease.
"Mum, Dad, I'm pregnant," Hermione murmured.
She closed her eyes while she waited for the onslaught of her parents' rage. Her father's face contorted in fury, while her mother's face displayed shock above all emotions.
"That toe rag! He got my baby girl pregnant," Hermione's father, Davis, growled then began to curse and swear. Most of it was directed at Harry causing Hermione to flinch slightly, she felt the tears flow freely from her brown eyes now.
"Dad…it's not his fault, Harry is an amazing person really we just went too far and…" Hermione trailed off unsure of how to say or do anything at the moment, it felt as if someone had placed a full body bind on her.
Jane moved over pulling her daughter into her arms and holding her close to her body.
"Sweetheart, we'll need to go see Harry in order to discuss what should happen now," Jane said to Hermione gently.
Hermione looked fearfully towards her father who was already barrelling towards the front door. Hermione bowed her head, accepting defeat. She knew her parents mainly wanted to see if Harry would take responsibility for her and for their little one, but the young brunette had already pondered that question in her own mind. She knew with all her heart that Harry would never abandon her or their child.
I'm so sorry, Harry. I know neither of us meant for this to happen. Now that it has, we both need to deal with it. Hermione's thoughts called out to Harry.
She knew her and Harry were no longer just best friends and even if they wanted to be, they couldn't go back to the friendship stage after that night. It had obviously meant something to her, but even now, she didn't know what it meant to Harry. How would she ever tell him? Her entire world had been turned upside down and she was soon to be a mother. How could she tell the man that she loved, the man whom had the entire world on his shoulders that he was going to be a father?
She sighed, proceeded to get dressed and took a seat in the car as they drove off to their destination: Privet Drive, Surrey.
