I'm going to try and update as often as possible, due to the fact I am now working, I won't have as much free time as usual but I will be trying my hardest to update at LEAST once a week.

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As it quickly approached 10:30, me and Molly sat in silence, I was praying to myself that time would just stop so I wouldn't have to go into that tiny room and have to see what my results were.

I have never been the maternal type, children often freaked me out and I know some people feel the same before they have their own but to be honest, I don't think it'd change even if I did have my own child.

Too soon it was time to lay down on a hospital bed while the nurse poured a transparent goo over my stomach. I soon discovered that after 10-20 seconds, it would glow either red for negative or green for positive.

As those seconds passed, I closed my eyes, deciding what colour I wanted it to go. I was shaken from my thoughts as I heard Molly gasp. I quickly opened my eyes and was faced with my stomach glowing a very bright and daunting green. I was pregnant. I was carrying the seed of a Weasley... And Fred was going to die.

The nurse gave some advice to Molly as I hugged myself and walked out of the room. I had made it halfway down the corridor when Molly caught up with me.

"Hermione dear, it will be fine! I will help with everything!" she assured me.

"How am I going to tell anyone?" she looked thoughtful then her eyes lit up and startled me with a loud "AHA!"

"When I was at Hogwarts, one of my classmates was pregnant, although none of us knew of it. She was allowed to move into one of the old classrooms so she could adapt to changes without worrying about everyone else and get a personal tutor to help with work, with her -at the time- fiance. Maybe you can get the same treatment!" she rushed excitedly.

"But me and Fred aren't engaged, we aren't even dating!" I cried.

"If I know my boy right, he will accept and love both you and his child" Molly patted my shoulder tenderly.

As I got back to Hogwarts, my first task was to tell McGonagall, then I had to conquer my fears and tell Fred.

I sat opposite Minerva and she sat her glasses on the tip of her nose and peered over the top of them to look at me.

"Yes Miss Granger?" she asked nonchalantly. As I tried to figure out in my head how to explain that I'm pregnant, to a teacher, when she spoke.

"I expected so. You have a glow about you that I haven't seen too often."

"What do I do?" I whimpered, she sighed.

"Do what you think is best for you Hermione. That is your choice, not anybody elses"

"I don't know how to work around this. Everything is going to change" she sniggered, something very unlike the professor.

"Every day changes your life Miss Granger". Professor McGonagall whispered with a slight smile on her face.

"What if I can't handle what people say about me, what if I crumble under the pressure and the stress?" I pleaded. She inhaled deeply and then looked me in the eyes before replying.

"I will give you the same treatment I have given others. You will be moved into an old classroom on the top floor, in which you can live how you like, you don't even have to leave the room if you wish. You will be tutored privately until you finish the year and you will be given the option to either take your exams with the other students or you can take them alone." I nodded my head.

"and Hermione, don't worry about what people say because it is your life and whatever happens in your life is nothing to do with anyone else, do what you think is right, don't worry about your reputation or popularity. Afterall, in the end you are only you and that is all you can be, and if people feel the need to gossip about that then that's okay because that means that you affected their lives, they won't affect yours because you are above them." I smiled at her, a real smile. She was right, I could handle this.

Professor McGonagall showed me to my new room which was plain so I could decorate however I wanted, my belongings were already in the room. There was a bathroom, a small kitchen, a desk and a chair for studying, the bed and a tv. It wasn't much but I loved it. I even got to have my own key, not that I'd ever be locking it from the outside, I could hide in here until the end of school.

Not wanting to leave it any longer, I owled Fred. Simple saying 'Need to talk asap'. I had managed to get unpacked and had half decorated the room in autumn colours by the time I had gotten a reply from Fred.

'Very busy' I managed to make out in the scrawled and rushed writing. Not fancying messing around, I just came out with it. 2 simple words that would change everything between us.

'I'm pregnant' moments after I sent the message, Fred ran through my door.

"How did this happen?" He stammered.

"Well how does something like this usually happen Fred?"

"Don't be sarcastic. We were safe!" He ran his fingers shakily through his red hair, I shook my head.

"Not safe enough" his face turned pink, in what I figured out, was anger.

"Look, don't be mad with me.. I just thought I should let you know I'm keeping the baby, whether you want to be a part of the childs life or not, that is your choice" he gulped loudly.

"Mad? You think I could be angry at a time like this?! The girl I'm crazy over, is having my child? I'm going to be a dad!" he hugged me and sobbed into my neck.

"Really?" he looked me in the eyes and smiled.

"You really want to do this?"

"I can't think of anything better!"

And with a kiss on the lips, our contract was sealed, we were going to be parents, and if Molly had done her job right, everyone will know about it.

I know it's not very long but beggars can't be choosers! Reviews are welcome :) Much love.