His hand brushed hers, and she could feel her skin begin to pickle-not because it was a cold december day, but because of the electricity she felt at the very second.

She could feel his eyes on her, burning to holes into her body, those cerulean blue eyes so intense. But she was determined not to look his way.

Which she found extremely hard since he was sitting right beside her. She focused on the ginger-haired sixteen going on seventeen boy sitting across from her.

Guilt weighed down upon her shoulders, as she flashed a forced smile at her boyfriend. He placed his hand on top of hers, and beamed going on about the newest battle they had won.

Oh god. He had been fighting for them, so that they could have a normal life together, and she...Oh god. A knot formed in her stomach. And her head now suddenly pounded.

She lifted her free hand to her forehead, and closed her eyes to try to block out her thoughts that were causing this god awful headache.

"You okay 'Mione?" he said, his eyes changed quickly from dancing with happiness to absolute concern and worry.

Vomit arose in her throat as she manages to say, "I'm not feeling very well," in a barely audible voice.

He nodded, remembering how she woke him up this morning by the sound of up chucking. She swallow down the bile.

The idea troubling her...How do you explain to your boyfriend that your pregnant. And it's not his?

She glanced over at him, and heat rose to her face as his eyes stared right back at her, lust filled eyes, and butterflies raged inside of her.

Why...How...Could he make her feel like that...That feeling that was so completely different than those feelings she got from Ron.

She lowered her eyes to where Ron's hand covered hers, and she bit the inside of her cheek as she tried to keep the tears, that were already brimming her eyes, from spilling over.

It was a mistake being with him. A one night thing...It wasn't supposed to come and bite her in the ass.

She was supposed to be the 'smartest witch of their generation.' She was Hermione Granger, for Merlin's sake!

She could just imagine Ron's face when she finally tells him. Screwed into this pinched pained expression and his ears and face will turn a violent red that could compete with his head of hair.

He will shout at the top of his lungs, yelling 'How could you ruined our life together, how could you be so stupid, how could you hurt me like that?!'

"I think I'm going to take a nap," she finally said interrupting the awkward silence that had settled over the group. Ron gave a supportive nod, before turning to Harry to begin a new chat.

She bit at her lower lip as she descended the steps towards the room that she and Ginny shared at number 12 Grimmauld Place.

And as she sat on her bed thinking about all the things that had ever happened in her life, she absentmindely stroked her belly.

Tears streamed down her face. And the door opening suddenly interrupted her thoughts. An oval face peaked in and then just as quickly rushed to the side of her friend.

"Hermione what's wrong?" Ginny cooed, brushing the stray curly strands from her tear stained face and behind her ears.

Hermione didn't know how to answer, instead she looked down at where her hand was still rubbing at her stomach in a small circles.

"Is it his?" Ginny refered to Ron, but the way she said it-she already knew the answer-but hope still shown in her eyes.

"No" she shook her head, still watching her hand. Ginny tried to keep a neutral face, but she could tell by how fast her face dropped that she didn't approve of it at all.

"Do you at least know whose it is?" she said in a calm tone, but Hermione could practically hear the vemon in the words.

"I'm not a whore," she hissed and guilt hit her immediately afterwards, "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have...Yes, I know who it is."

Ginny looked as though she wanted to ask who it is, but she bit back those words, "Well then, keep it to yourself. I don't want to have to be there to help him pick up the pieces of his heart, because of your mistakes."

Ginny left quickly as though she couldn't stand being in their room for one for minute. Her words stung, making new tears begin to trail down her face. She crawled under her covers and pulled them over her eyes like she did when she was little. When she wanted to hide and never be found.

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A/n: Love it? Hate it? Leave me a review telling them if you think it's good enough to continue-or if I should just trash it. Please R&R!

I suppose you already figured out that this story beings HG/RW, but don't worry-it is HG/FW!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter, and I don't pretend to. Because if it was up to me-Hermione would end up with Fred. Draco with me ". And Ron would be with Luna. Harry with anyone other than Ginny. So, no, I don't own the rights.