Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: And I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed the last chapter, I have not abandoned any of my other stories even though I haven't updated in a while, I am unsure of what to write next for The Secret Life Of A British Squib and How To Save A Life. I do however have the next chapter of Love Can Change Everything, a story that I just recently turned into a Harry Potter and Twilight crossover, once again I apologize to anyone who was upset with me for that. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!
Hermione was exhausted when she woke up at seven-thirty to get ready for classes, and ran to the bathroom like she had for the past few weeks and emptied her stomach, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and got dressed in her robes for class, then she grabbed her bag and walked downstairs into the common room to meet Harry.
He was standing by the portrait hole talking to Ron. I have to apologize to him . . .
Hermione took a deep breath and walked over to her boyfriend and ex.
"Hi Harry," Hermione said cheerfully, smiling brightly and kissing him on the cheek, he took her bag from her. then she turned to face Ron.
"Hi, Ron. I've got to apologize, I was completely inconsiderate about your feelings, and I shouldn't have blamed you for the break-up. I hope that we can still be friends," Hermione said.
"Me too 'Mione, I hope that you'll still be my friend. I'm sorry also, for what I said and how I acted," Ron said.
"Now that we're friends again, I have to tell you something and you have to promise not to freak out too much," Hermione said, "I'm pregant,"
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Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table with Harry and ton, just like old times, except Harry was her boyfriend now.
Ron had refrained from saying anything overly rude about her having Draco's baby, obviously desperate to keep their newly rekindled friendship alive.
"The two of you are pigs," she muttered as she watched the boys shovel their food in their face at a rapid pace. It's disgusting. "Maybe you should try chewing your food for-" Hermione broke off as the owls came swooping into the Great Hall, one landing beside her plate, a piece of paper tied to its leg with a plastic cord.
Hermione took a deep breath and untied it, unrolling the paper to see another rolled up inside it.
"My parents," Hermione explained to Harry and Ron, chewing on her lip and unrolling the first letter, from her mother.
Dear Hermione,
I am glad that you like Professro Mosaic and am sure that she is teaching you very well. I am also sorry that you miss the people that you lost and are going through hard times with Ron, but that is no excuse to get pregnant by someone who has tormented you for years. I am very disappointed, though I am glad that you and Draco are willing to be friends. Though I am not happy with you, I would love for you and Harry to come to our house for part of Christmas break, or the whole time, though I must warn you your father hasn't taken this nearly as well as I have. I am glad that you and Harry are together, I knew that it would happen, you and Harry. I hope to see the two of you during break, and I would love to meet Draco, as he is the father of my grandchild, so feel free to invite him too.
Love,
Mum
"Mum's not terribly angry," Hermione said, smiling weakly as she handed the letter to Harry for him and Ron to look at. Then she unrolled the letter from her father, this was the one that she had to worry about.
Hermione,
How could you get bloody pregnant? I don't care what you are going through, because I see
no excuse for you to have sex, unsafe sex at that with someone that you hate, I son't care how
good of friends you are now. You and your boyfriend, Harry can come over for Christmas break.
Dad
"He hates me," Hermione muttered, grabbing her other note from Ron, picking up her bag and walking out of the Great Hall.
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Hermione sat in Charms, writing the in class essay that they were assigned and contemplating over how she would ask Draco to come and meet her parents some time over Christmas break, something that she knew he wouldn't be too keen to do considering how he had talked about them in Flourish and Blotts in the second year. Yeah, that would be an interesting conversation, or fight.
Hermione sighed and continued on her work, only to be interrupted by Flitwick.
"Miss Granger, the Headmistress would like to speak with you in her office," he said, and Hermione knew exactly what McGonagall wanted to speak to her about.
This is going to be a long day.
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Hermione walked into McGonagall's office and took her seat in the hard, uncomfortable, straight back chair, shifting around slightly as she looked nervously at the severe looking woman sitting across from her.
"What did you need to talk about Professor?" Hermione asked, feigning innocence. McGonagall raisedan incredulous eye-brow. She knows, I knew that Pomfray would tell her.
"Miss Granger. Am I correct when I am saying that you are pregnant and that it is Mr. Malfoy's child?" the Headmistress asked.
"Yes Professor," Hermione said, looking down, ashamed, a blush coloring her cheeks, "Are you going to kick me out of Hogwarts?" she asked.
"No, dear, it's nothing like that, the baby isn't due until late June, and even if it was coming earlier than we would find some way to keep you in school. But that is besides the point. I wanted to make some room arrangements, I was wondering if you would like some space, your own room perhaps-"
"No, Professor, that really wouldn't be necessary," Hermione said. McGonagall nodded, thinking things over.
"Now I must ask, because of Mr. Malfoy's past, he did not. . . .force you into anything right?"
"Oh no! It wasn't like that at all, I came to him," Hermione said, not wanting to get him in trouble, not after how kind he had been.
"Okay, I just had to make sure. You are free to go now, but if you need anything then please come up here, the password is lollipop, oh and take the rest if the day off of classes," McGonagall said, a twinkle in her eyes that reminded Hermione so much of Dumbeldore that she nodded and hurried out the door, not trusting herself to keep tears from falling.
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Hermione sat in the empty common room, staring out the window, she had never thought that she would be turning eighteen and get pregnant, but she was. She has also never thought that she would end up with Harry, but she did. Niether of those things were bad, just unexpected.
Of course Hermione didn't want to be a mother this young, but she was, and she had to live with it. Hermione smiled and picked up her book, opening it up to where she had left off.
A/N: Well, this was a short chapter, but I wanted to get one in, because, I'll be at a friend's most of tomorrow, all night, and most of Tuesday, then I'll be leaving for Cape Cod Wednesday night, but will be out of the house most of the day, and I will have no computer or internet access until a little after noon on Sunday, but I will have to unpack first. So thank you to everyone that is reading this fic, and please review, I love to hear your opinions! :)
PS: Read Time Changes All Things by ssdawing, it's one of the best stories I've ever read. :)
