Hermione could hear someone shuffling around her. She felt a throbbing in her head. When she tried to open her eyes but the room would spin every time. When she finally managed to open them, she saw a man leaning over the bed. She did the only logical thing she could think of. She screamed.

The man jumped backwards, clearly startled. "Miss Granger?" he asked softly.

She scrambled off the opposite end of the bed. He rounded the bed to stand in front of her. She backed up until she was against the wall.

"Miss Granger?" he drawled.

The girl slid down the wall onto the floor, sobbing. "Please, don't hurt me anymore! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She sobbed loudly. He reached for her slowly, but jerked his arm back when she yelled. "Don't touch me!"

The door burst open, and Snape whipped around—wand in hand.

"Severus! What are you doing?" Molly berated him.

"I-uh was trying to get her back onto the bed," he tried to say smoothly.

"She isn't going to be very trusting right now." Molly told him gently. "She is still very scared." Snape nodded curtly, glanced at the terrified girl on the floor, and swept from the room.

"Up you go." Molly said gently. The girl whimpered but climbed back into the bed. Molly sat there stroking Hermione's hair until she finally fell into a fitful sleep.

She had a dream about him and woke up screaming loudly, and crying. Not a minute later, three men came barging in her room, wands drawn.

The girl burst into a fresh round of tears. One of the men walked cautiously toward her.

"Hermione? It's me, George." he said softly, standing about a foot away from her, trying not to scare her.

"G-George?" she whispered. She shook with sobs. He came closer to her and pushed her to his chest.

"Oh, Hermione. I'm so, so sorry this happened."

"'S not your fault." she whispered.

"Hermione, we should have known what your home life was like. Why didn't you tell us?" Lupin asked.

"B-B-Because." she hiccuped and laid her head on George's chest. "I didn't want anyone to w-worry about me, when H-Harry is more important."

Lupin shook his head violently. "No Hermione! You are just as important as Harry!" he told her.

"Where would Harry and Ron be without you Hermione?" Fred asked.

The distraught girl just sniffled and shrugged her shoulders.

"They would be dead without you Hermione!" Fred told her honestly.

Hermione smiled feebly at the three men.

"Well, Hermione, I think we'll let you go back to sleep now." Remus told her. He made his way to the door with Fred on his heels. George made to untangle himself from her, but she held fast.

"George?" she whispered. "W-Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone."

He smoothed her hair. "Of course."

The other two crept silently from the room.

When Hermione woke, she found herself hopelessly entangled in George's arms, while said boy was currently snoring loudly in her ear. She struggled to untangle herself, but he only pulled her tighter to him.

Luckily for her, Tonks literally tripped into her room. Tonks surveyed the scene before her broke out into giggles. Hermione harrumphed at her.

"A little help?" Hermione grumbled.

Tonks winked at her, then before Hermione's eyes changed into a replica of Dolores Umbridge. She walked over next to George, and whispered in his ear. "Georgie-poo, time to wwwakkke-upp!"

The young man rolled over, opened his eyes, and screamed like a 5 year old girl. He was staring, open mouthed at Dolores Umbridge. Tonks, unable to hold in her laughter, morphed back. George glared at her, extricated himself from Hermione, and cleared his throat awkwardly. Tonks walked out of the room, sensing a talk coming.

"Err...sorry about that, Hermione." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"'S no problem, George." She smiled at him tentatively. He grinned widely at her. "You know, you're just like the little not red-headed sister I've always wanted."

"And you're the annoying, prank pulling older brother I never wanted." But she smiled when she said it, proving that she was joking.

"You are cruel, Granger!" he told her. She just shrugged. The twins always tried to make her feel better, but right now it wasn't helping.

"Thanks George. You're family has always been nice to me, except for Ron on occasion." She added as an afterthought.

"Yeah, well...Ron's a git." George told her, completely serious. Hermione suddenly felt nervous, and her pulse quickened. "D-Does Ron and H-Harry know?" she whispered.

George shook his head, his shaggy hair whipping back and forth. "No. Do you want them to know-"

"NO!" Hermione shouted. "Please don't tell them!" she begged him. "Please, please don't!" She felt her heart thudding against her ribcage. George pushed his arms out in front of him. "Hermione, stop! You're going to give yourself a panic attack!"

Hermione clutched at her chest, breathing rapidly. Her palms were sweating, and she felt dizzy. The room was spinning. She staggered backwards against the bedpost. George sounded miles away.

"Someone help!" He yelled down the stairs.

Her whole body began shaking.

Someone pounded up the stairs. Snape burst into the room wielding his wand.

"What? What's wrong?" He demanded of George.

"She's having a panic attack! I don't know what to do!" George exclaimed.

Snape shoved him aside and grabbed the panicking girl by the shoulders.

"Miss Granger? Miss Granger!" She was shaking violently now. "Hermione!" he yelled, and shook her.

She glanced at him, her eyes far away.

"Hermione, I need you to breathe!" He told her sternly. She was starting to hyperventilate. "Hermione, breathe with me. Follow my movements." Her eyes snapped to him. "In, out. In, out. In, out." Her breathing slowed.

"That's good. Follow me. In...out. In...out." He told her gently.

Her breathing evened out, and she collapsed against his chest. The potions master scooped the limp girl up into his arms, and set her in the bed. He turned to the redhead in the corner.

"What brought this on?" He demanded.

George looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Well, err she was asking me if Ron and Harry knew about..." he hesitated. "...Well, you know. I told her no, and asked if she wanted them to know, and she started panicking." He told his former professor.

"So she doesn't want the two dunderheads to know?" He clarified.

George, ignoring the jab at his brother and his friend, nodded. He gestured toward the girl on the bed. "Will she be all right?" he asked.

Snape glanced at the girl, then looked back at the boy. "She passed out from lack of oxygen, but will be alright. If this happens again, get her to breathe. If you cannot, call myself, or Lupin. Understood?" He asked.

"Yes sir." George said. Snape glanced once more at Hermione then walked out of the room.

George strode to the doorway and called. "Sir?" Snape turned around. "Thank you." George told him.

Snape inclined his head slightly, and continued down the stairs.

George sighed, and headed downstairs. He knew if anyone could make it through this, it would be Hermione.

No one knew how much worse life could get for the inhabitants of Grimwauld Place. Hermione, Lupin, and Tonks were the only people who stayed there. Snape was there frequently, as was Molly, George and Fred. Arthur and Bill popped in from time to time, but for the most part, Hermione lacked much company. She spent a lot of time in the library, because it was close to the bathroom. The past couple of weeks had been tough because she was constantly throwing up. She figured it was from stress because she often felt tired, even though she slept plenty. The next morning Hermione woke early, and headed down to the kitchen because for once, she was ravenous with hunger. As she entered the kitchen she noticed Molly bustling around making some sort of breakfast food. Lupin and Snape were sitting at the table talking, each with a mug held between their hands. A smell wafted towards her, and she recognized it as coffee before she doubled over and vomited on the floor. All three of them looked up startled, having not heard her walk in.

Hermione covered her hands with her mouth, embarrassed. "Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry...I-I"

Molly walked over and rubbed circles into her back. "Oh, you poor dear!" she exclaimed. "You must be coming down with the flu. Let's get you back upstairs and into a warm bed."

Lupin and Snape shared a grave expression. As Molly went to lead her upstairs, Lupin called out.

"Molly, can you wait a moment? There is something we need to discuss with the two of you."

Mrs. Weasley huffed but led Hermione to a chair.

Snape gestured for Lupin to start, and the werewolf sighed.

"Hermione—we've noticed, you've been getting sick quite often."

The young witch shrugged. "I figured I was just stressed out."

Lupin glanced at Snape who grimaced.

Molly gasped. "Severus, you don't think-"

"Molly-" Remus began.

"Wait!" Hermione interrupted them. "What's going on?"

"Miss Granger..." Snape began. "We would like your permission to perform a diagnostic spell on you."

"Alright, fine." Hermione said, still confused.

Snape pulled out this wand, and waved it at her in a complicated pattern. Hermione felt a warmth spread throughout her body, then she saw her body glow a bright yellow.

Next to her she heard Lupin groan, and Molly muffled a little shriek by covering her mouth with a shaking hand. Snape looked like he was struggling internally with something. Hermione was still confused.

"What is going on?" she demanded.

Snape grimaced before saying. "Miss Gr—Hermione, the diagnostic spell just confirmed that you are-"

He got cut off by a two bodies tumbling out of the fireplace.

"Mum, Harry just-"

"-showed up at-"

"-the house."

"Not now boys!" Mrs. Weasley scolded them.

Hermione huffed impatiently. "Will someone just tell me what in Circe's name is going on?"

"Are you sure you want to know in front of Fred and George?" Remus asked.

"I-Don't-Care! Just tell me what is going on!" She demanded angrily.

"Hermione, you're pregnant." Remus told her gently.


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