It was about a month after Harry left when Hermione got the stomach bug. She was in the bathroom one morning when she heard Ginny pounding on the door. "Herm, honey, are you ok in there? You haven't come out in a while!" Hermione moaned her reply and opened the door. Ginny's mouth dropped. Hermione looked tired, and she had one hand on her lower back, one on her forehead.

She helped Hermione into her bed, and then seeing her friend was asleep, headed to class. Sensing that Ginny was gone, Hermione sat up in bed and reached for her wand. Nervously, she remembered that green was yes, red was no. She held her wand below her belly button, and whispered "Preguntus lamosa ". Almost immediately, the wand tip began to glow. Hermione looked at it, frozen. It was green. She was pregnant.

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Because Hermione didn't go to lunch, Ginny brought some up to her. She sat on her friend's bed and told her the day's events. Hermione looked at Ginny, "Gin, I have something to tell you."

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything."

"I'm pregnant."

Ginny choked on her pumpkin juice.

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A couple weeks later, Hermione was feeling much better. She had only told Ginny, and Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey had told her to come back in three weeks, to check up on the baby. It had matured enough to be tested for the father. Hermione was sure it was Harry, she had never slept with anyone else and that last night with him had been her first time, but Madam Pomfrey had to make sure.

Hermione headed down to the infirmary. When she walked in, she greeted Madam Pomfrey cheerfully. Madam Pomfrey hadn't been that angry at all when Hermione told her of her condition, she was actually the exact opposite. She was so happy for Hermione that if (she stressed the if very much) Harry should be killed, Hermione would have a part of him to remember him by.

This kind of freaked Hermione out a little bit, but she got over it. She laid down on the bed, and Madam Pomfrey came over with a metal instrument that had a computer screen on it. She held it over Hermione's lower abdomen, and touched a button. It beeped a few times. Madam Pomfrey looked up at Hermione. "Its father is indeed Mr. Potter. I also know the sex and birth date, if you would like that information. Otherwise it's perfectly healthy."

"No thank you. I want the sex to be a surprise, and the same with the birthday. But thanks anyway!" Hermione said, and headed to her dorm.

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A month later, two days before Christmas break, Hermione sat in transfiguration. But instead of her studies, her mind was focused on Harry. She was absentmindedly massaging her belly when she heard Dumbledore's voice in the doorway.

"Excuse me, Professor McGonagal, may I see Hermione please?" Hermione got up and followed him out of the room, wondering why he wanted to see her. They headed up to his office, and in front of the door they stopped. "Go ahead in, Hermione, I have something in there I think you'll like." Hermione was about to ask what, but he disappeared.

She gently pushed the door open, and saw a figure across the room with his back towards her. He looked somewhat familiar, and then she gasped, realizing whom it was. Could it be Harry? The figure spun around, startled. Hermione paused only a second before flying across the room into his open arms. Harry picked her up and spun her in a circle before setting her down again.

Hermione knew that she had to tell him sooner or later. "Harry, remember before you left? What, um, happened? Well..." She trailed off. Harry looked at her expectantly.

"I'm pregnant."