Closer Together

Author: The Passionate Admiral

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Harry Potter universe. I just own this story.

(Side Note: If any of you are Star Trek fans, could you take a look at my story entitled Humble Beginnings? It's complete, but in need of reviews. Oh, and are there any fans of CATS the musical here [if anyone here is, please let me know.] Thanks!)

Note: This opens up just before the incident at the Ministry of Magic. Imagine a scenario where Harry and Hermione became involved with each other. Truthfully, they're my favorite couple.

Hermione Granger had seen better days. Recently she had been feeling dizzy at random intervals and she had been having odd food cravings. Even Ron herself was somewhat interested in her eating habits, as she had at one time eaten a lamb chop and a piece of chocolate cake at the same time. But nobody seemed to notice how dizzy she was.

Nobody, that is, except for her boyfriend, Harry Potter. Harry had grown concerned for her. He had been constantly asking her if she was alright. Apparently saying "Yes, Harry, I'm fine" was not good enough. At many a time, she felt that she would have to shout at him that she was fine. But she just couldn't bring herself to shout at him.

She had a good idea about the reasons for her physical condition. She didn't want to believe it, but decided that she should find out as soon as possible. If what she suspected was true… she didn't even want to think about it. Not at that time, at least.

The week before O.W.L.s began, Hermione decided that she would get down to the bottom of things. She went to the library and checked out a book that contained several very advanced spells. Madame Pince allowed her to borrow the book and take it to the Gryffindor common room.

While she walked back to the Gryffindor tower, she thought back to the night that she and Harry had shared together.

By that night, Dolores Umbridge had already assumed the position of Headmistress of Hogwarts. She had initiated several more Educational Decrees. One of them specifically forbade boys and girls from having close relationships. But, of course, Harry had always been a fan of breaking the rules, and he didn't care how many Educational Decrees Umbridge passed; she wasn't going to keep him from Hermione.

On the night in question, Harry invited Hermione into the boy's dormitory. She was impressed by how he had gotten Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean to let him have the dorm to himself for half the night. They had snuck out to meet with Hagrid to pass the time. But inside the Gryffindor Tower, Harry and Hermione were having a passion-filled evening together.

Hermione had always been a strict interpreter of rules, and had at first tried to talk Harry out of what he was suggesting, but soon realized that she was deceiving herself. She wanted Harry, and she knew that he wanted her. So they decided to get closer in their relationship that night.

The two of them had sat down on Harry's bed. Harry had taken off his glasses and placed them on his nightstand. Sure, he could not see clearly without them, but given the fact that Hermione's gorgeous face was less than a foot away from his, he could perfectly make out every detail of it.

Hermione in turn took some time to study Harry's face. She admired his luscious green eyes, his nose and mouth, but the most attractive feature was the lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. She found his scar attractive in a most unusual way. It may have been the very imprint of Voldemort onto Harry, but it still brought Hermione a warm and sensual feeling. After all, it was part of him.

Without further ado, the two of them closed their eyes and brought their lips together. Their lips were connected for almost twenty seconds. Then they kissed for at least three minutes, remaining upright the whole time. When they came apart, Harry said "You're… you're a wonderful kisser, Hermione."

"So are you." she smiled. Suddenly, a deviously sly thought entered her mind. She looked at Harry and hinted "Harry, who's to say that we should keep it at kissing?"

Harry was a little alarmed by that comment. He had always known Hermione to be the responsible one, and the one with good judgment. He hesitantly asked her "Are you sure that's a good idea, Hermione?"

She shrugged and asked him "Why not? You're a young man; I'm a young woman. Now's as good a time as any."

Harry smiled and said "Okay, then. If you think we're ready, then who am I to debate it?"

Hermione brought her hands to the hem of Harry's shirt. He lifted his arms in the arm and allowed her to pull it over his head. She was impressed by how strongly-built he was. Even though he had been abused by his aunt, uncle, and cousin for the first eleven years of his life, he had managed to keep his body in great physical condition.

Next it was Harry's turn. Hermione lifted her arms in the air as he grasped the hem of her shirt. Slowly, he pulled it over her head and moved it to the side. Her curly brown hair cascaded over her head and extended down to her shoulders. Hermione gazed lovingly at her chest; her rose-colored bra caressed her breasts firmly.

They helped each other out of their pants next. Finally, Harry was just wearing his plaid boxers and Hermione just had on her rose-colored bra and panties.

The two of them brought their lips back together and lay down on the bed. They had never gotten this close in any relationship before, but they were happy that they had saved their first time for each other.

Shortly after this, all of their clothes were lying on the ground.

Fifteen minutes later, they were lying next to each other under the covers. Hermione just turned her head to look at Harry and told him "That was wonderful."

All of that happened three full weeks ago. In the present time, Hermione approached the Fat Lady outside the entrance to the Gryffindor tower and said the new password, "Firebrand." The Fat Lady swung open to let her inside.

As soon as she was inside, she ran up to the girls' dormitory, hoping that neither of her roommates would be in their room.

Fortunately for her, the room she shared with Pavarti Patil and Lavender Brown was empty. Her relief lasted only a moment; she quickly went over to her bed, sat down, and gazed at the book in front of her. She flipped through the book and found the section she wanted. The charm she was looking for was right where she had expected it to be. Conveniently, there was a live-animation picture there to demonstrate how to properly conduct the charm.

After ten minutes of reading over the instructions carefully, Hermione took out her wand and held it in her right hand. She held out her left hand in front of her and gently tapped a certain part of her palm with it. Nothing happened. She tried again. Once again, there were no results. Nor were there any results for the next six times she tried. But on the ninth time, her wand started giving off a type of yellow-ochre light. The light remained where it was. Hermione looked down at the book and read it to herself word for word "If, on the ninth try, your wand illuminates a yellow-ochre speck of light and keeps illuminating afterwards, then the results are positive. You are indeed-"

"Hey, Hermione!" she heard her roommate Pavarti Patil call out. Hermione quickly hid the book under her pillow and turned around. Pavarti and her best friend Lavender entered the room and crossed over to her.

"You will not believe what just happened!" Lavender waved her arms in the air. "Peeves just wrote on the door to Umbridge's office 'Do not disturb the troll!'"

She and Pavarti burst out laughing. Hermione pretended to look interested in the topic of Peeves expressing his opinion about Umbridge, but she could not get her mind off what she had just discovered. It didn't take Pavarti and Lavender long to realize that something was up.

"Hermione, what were you reading when we came in here?" asked Pavarti.

"Reading?" said Hermione. "I wasn't reading anything."

"Then what did you hide under that pillow?" asked Lavender.

"Oh, nothing." Hermione desperately tried to act casual.

"Hermione, you're the smartest person in our year." said Pavarti. "Surely you know that Lavender and I are neither dumb nor gullible."

Hermione told her friend "I never said anything that would suggest I think that, Pavarti!"

"Good!" said Lavender, approaching Hermione's bed. "Then you can tell us what you were reading."

Pavarti held Hermione back while Lavender grabbed the book out from under the pillow on her bed. Frantic, Hermione said "No, wait, don't!"

But it was no use. Lavender glimpsed at the page that Hermione had been studying, and her jaw almost dropped. She then spotted Hermione's wand under the pillow. It was still giving off that yellow-ochre hue.

Lavender gradually looked up at Hermione, and a look of utter disbelief came over her face.

She slowly and quietly breathed four words: "Hermione… are you pregnant?"