Author's Note: LoL, yea Faint, I was watching that movie right before finishing the chapter! Hehe! And lotr, sorry! But I had to make him evil! And xxleicestershiredollyxx, okay, I have a lot to say to you, but I'm going to keep it mild. I don't much appreciate you accusing me of "shaggin" my teacher, when it's obviously you who's done that. I don't care if you hate my story, I won't lose any sleep over that. But accusing me of screwing around with my teacher because you hate it really makes you look like a moron. Oh, and I'm not one of those "fuckwits"… by the way, what the hell is that?... But I actually do have an A in English, thank you very much. LoL, well now that I have said that, on with the story (for those who do like it, and don't think I'm screwing with my teacher.) Oh, and I am SO sorry I haven't updated! School's been a killer!

Something was tearing at her. What was that feeling in her stomach? It felt like someone had grabbed it, twisted it into some kind of deformed knot, and it wouldn't come undone. No… she knew what was causing it. It was the fact that Harry was beating up one of her former best friends. When had life gone so downhill? When would it ever end? When friends weren't foes, grades weren't low, and life was not even a priority.

"Hermione?"

Snapping back to reality, she turned to her left. Neville. She had completely forgotten where she was.

"What?" She asked.

"I was asking you about that new plant in Herbology… didn't you hear me?" He asked.

"Oh, no, sorry." She said.

"You know, you're starting to show a little." Neville commented.

Hermione looked down. She had hardly noticed her stomach's increased size. She wondered what to name it, if she got that far. James was a good name. It was Harry's middle name. But what about a middle name? Newton, perhaps? She had always liked the name when she read it in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them". What if it was a girl? Her mother's name was Leona, she could name it after her. Or perhaps Keilantra. She had read a book about names, and that one would work perfectly. It means magical, and princess of the night sky. Or Mirabelle. It was pretty, and meant wonderful, and good to look upon. She would have to see what Harry liked.

"Hermione!"

Neville. She had zoned off again.

"Yeah, what?" She asked.

"Hermione. Focus, will you? Harry's back!" He shouted.

"Joy." She thought.

Harry was back, and he looked almost as angry as he had when Ron had set his hair on fire by mistake in 6th year.

"I hope I scared that little fuckwit (haha, sorry Leicestershire, I stole your word!) off. Don't let him near you. Do you understand, Hermione? Do you?" Harry loudly asked her.

"What should we name it?" She asked.

"What?" He asked.

"The baby, stupid!" She said.

"Oh, um. I don't know. How long until, you know, it's born?" He asked.

"5 more months, Harry." She said.

"Then I suppose we have 5 more months to think about it." He said.

"Maybe." She replied.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"Just maybe." She replied.

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Okay, I'm really sorry this chapter sucked so badly! Once again, very sorry it took so long to update!