Oh my gosh I would like to thank all of my first reviewers!!! You know who you are and I am very grateful that you took your time to read and review my first chapter!! THANK YOU! So here is the second chapter and basically you already know what it's about...well I think you do haha. ENJOY! xxx

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The Unexpected Baby

Chapter Two: I can't remember!

'I really need a drink of water,' Hermione thought to herself as she felt the familiar dry mouth feeling caused by a night of drinking. She opened her eyes and realised that she was facing the wall. Grumbling heavily she closed her eyes again, turned in the bed and made to pull her tired body to the edge of the mattress but found that her way was blocked.

'What the hell?' she thought perplexedly as she cracked open her eyes. A huge mass, not unlike a body was blocking her exit. Still groggy and not fully alert yet she placed her hands onto the mass and forced it off the edge of the bed. It landed on the cold ground with a loud thump and emitted a groan. It was the groan which brought Hermione to her senses.

'Huge, unknown masses don't groan!' her mind thought wildly. Peering over the bed she seen the mass sit up and then it looked at her.

"Charlie?" she asked, highly confused and dying for a glass of water. "What are you doing in Ginny's room?"

"Hermione?" Charlie croaked. He looked around the room and rubbed his eyes, "What am I doing in Ginny's room? Something inside Hermione's awakening mind clicked and she looked at herself. Instead of finding herself wearing a pair of her old pyjamas that she left in the Burrow for times such as these she found herself completely naked. Too shocked to even scream she looked at Charlie who was now standing up and he too was completely and utterly naked.

"Charlie!" she exclaimed, finding her tongue and clutching the bed covers to her body. Charlie stared at her and then looked down to find his modesty on display. He yelled, grabbed the duvet leaving Hermione covered by the sheets, covered himself and started stammering.

"What did?...did we?....why?...how?" he spluttered out as he moved as far away from Hermione as possible. Hermione who was now pressed firmly against the wall shook her head vigorously, her tousled hair sticking to her slightly sweaty form.

"I don't know...I can't remember!" she exclaimed, so distressed by what she was seeing that she was starting to feel light-headed. Charlie grimaced, as if he was trying to remember and then suddenly went to the door and checked it.

"There's a silencing charm on the door," he whispered, sounding frightened. He turned and looked at her, gulping hard. "Let's look at the facts here. There's a charm on the door, we are naked, our clothes are strewn across the floor and we are both sweaty. There's no denying it, we-," he said but he was cut off by Hermione at the last moment.

"Don't say it Charlie!"

"We had sex last night," he said ignoring her. Hermione couldn't help but gasp and clutch the bed sheets closer to her body. She'd had sex with Charlie Weasley last night and she'd been that drunk that she couldn't remember a thing. Unconsciously the tears of fear started to stream down her face.

"Oh Herms don't cry!" Charlie said desperately as he walked over to her. He sat on the bed and put an arm around her. "It's alright these sorts of things happen."

"They don't happen to me!" Hermione exclaimed dejectedly as she wept into the bed sheet. Never in her 28 years had she experienced something like this before. Any time she had ever went out with anyone she'd always make sure that she never got so drunk that she couldn't remember a thing. One night stands were something she never partook in.

"I'm really sorry," Charlie said morosely. Hermione glanced at him, "What for?" she muttered in a watery tone.

"Knowing me this was all probably my idea," the Dragon keeper mumbled. Hermione glared at him for a brief second but then her gaze softened.

"No something is telling me that it wasn't entirely your fault," she whispered. The corners of Charlie's mouth twitched slightly and he rubbed his eyes again. He then looked at her and mumbled, "Can I have a hug?" Hermione smiled delicately and hugged him, but kept one hand clutched on the sheet. Nuzzling into his firm chest Hermione sighed nonchalantly and tried to remember at least something from the previous night. The only thing that came to her mind was flashing images and the clinking of wine glasses.

"What time is it?" she asked casually as she and Charlie broke away from one another. Charlie got up and grabbed his watch which was lying on the ground next to Hermione's navy dress and checked it.

"It's 9:30 why?" he asked her as he kept a firm grip on the duvet which was covering the lower half of his body. Hermione's eyes snapped open and her heart started to pound, "Oh my god I'm going to be late for work!"

Hermione darted down the stairs and into the Burrow kitchen. She was wearing the dress from the previous night and as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard she noticed a piece of parchment lying on the kitchen table.

Hermione and Charlie

Arthur and I have gone shopping. We didn't want to wake you as we guessed you might need a good rest after last night. We should be back by noon.

Molly x

Hermione didn't even have time to consider that the note could be implying that Molly and Arthur knew what she and Charlie had gotten up to last night as she drained the water from her glass and rushed to the fireplace.

"Hermione," Charlie said just as she grabbed a handful of floo powder, her head was now too sore to apparate, how she hated hangovers. She turned to look at him, he was fully dressed but his hair was still dishevelled.

"What is it I really need to go," she said as she felt her head pound in agony. His eyes seemed to glimmer as he looked at her and for a second Hermione considered not bothering to go to work.

"Are you alright?" she asked concerned. Charlie walked over to her and grabbed her free hand. Something tingled inside of her as she gazed into his sparkling blue eyes. They were the colour of the Mediterranean Sea and were like bottomless pits, she could have lost herself in them but didn't really have the time to.

"Are you going to be alright today?" he asked her solemnly. She was taken aback by his question but smiled pleasantly nonetheless.

"I'll be fine," she muttered, then she threw the powder into the fire and let go of Charlie's hand. He grinned at her as she stepped into the fire and before she named her destination he asked "We're still friends right?" Hermione looked at him and sighed.

"Of course we are you idiot, but you know I blame you for this," she said as if he had asked her a stupid question. Charlie gave her a pearly white smile and laughed out loud, "I know you blame me, but I blame you too!"

"So how long is he here for anyway?" Hermione looked up from her paper work and stared at the girl who was poking through some of her medical books. Her head was still pounding and her tongue was so dry that she was drinking every 5 minutes.

"3 months," she told the girl in a parched tone. The girl who had jet black hair looked at the young Consultant with excited eyes.

"Is he hot?" she asked. Hermione had told the girl all about the party the night before. The girl had picked up on Hermione's apparent hangover and had started questioning her about everything. Needless to say she'd left out the part about sleeping with Charlie.

"I suppose," Hermione muttered putting her attention back onto her paperwork, she didn't want to think about the incident which happened this morning as her blush would cause the girl to ask even more question.

"I heard Dragon Keepers are really hot. Can I meet him? I don't care if he's not single," the girl said as she flipped aimlessly through a medical textbook.

"You're not meeting him Kelly," Hermione said with a chuckle as the girl pulled a face at her. "You're not really his type." Hermione didn't really know why she said that, she didn't know who Charlie's type was but for some reason she just didn't want a girl like Kelly to meet him.

"Kelly," said a deep voice from the door to Hermione's office. Hermione looked up, it was the most senior Consultant in the hospital and he was a very crabby old wizard.

"Yes Healer Marks I'm going back to the reception area now. I was just obtaining some files from Healer Granger," Kelly stated innocently as she grabbed a small pile of files and darted out of the office. Hermione smiled sweetly at the bitter old wizard and asked him was there anything she could do for him.

"As a matter of fact Granger I'm here to tell you that you will be covering my medic-potions class this afternoon as I have to attend an urgent meeting," the senior told her in an agitated tone. Hermione inwardly growled as the man left her room. She hated covering his medic-potions classes as he always seemed to get the classes which were rowdy or accident prone. Today wasn't going to be a very good day at all.

A matter of weeks had passed since the 'reunion' party and Hermione hadn't been able to see very much of the Weasley's since. Ginny had came to see her in the hospital as she was experiencing some unpleasant cramps and Fred and George had arrived very suddenly in the emergency room due to a nasty invention malfunction, but other than that she hadn't seen anybody.

"You don't look very well Healer Granger," Healer Cummings said to Hermione one day as she was attending a patient with a very nasty case of warts. Hermione looked at the other Healer and smiled but the expression didn't reach her eyes.

"I'm alright," she stated unconvincingly as she performed a rather tricky spell. A majority of the warts on the patients face disappeared. Healer Cummings chortled and said to Hermione, "You know you can't fool a Healer Hermione."

"Seriously Sam I'm fine, I'm just a little bit queasy." Healer Cummings didn't seem to believe her and after they were finished with the patient they went to Hermione's office.

"Tell me now what's wrong," he said cogently as Hermione leaned back in her chair, enjoying the feeling of being off her feet. She took a couple of breaths and then looked back at the Healer.

"I've been throwing up a lot recently. I think I have a bug or something, I just can't seem to keep food down at all. I think all of this work is taking its toll too, I'm just so tired all of the time, I'm surprised I can concentrate in here at all," Hermione informed Healer Cummings, who was slowly starting to develop a grin on his face.

"Hermione I think I'm going to need a blood sample," he said. She looked at him indignantly and he chuckled, "Just in case is might be something to worry about."

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What was happening? Why was this happening to her? She needed to talk to someone immediately. Hermione walked swiftly down to the floo point in the hospital, threw the powder into the fire and called out her destination. Within minutes she was standing in the living area of the Potter household.

"Ginny?!" she called out desperately. Ginny's head peeked around the open door and she looked genuinely shocked to see Hermione standing in the middle of the room. Seeing how distressed the Healer looked Ginny rushed into the room and grabbed Hermione's hands.

"Hermione? What's wrong? Has something happened?" Ginny asked her seriously as tears started to trickle down Hermione's pale face.

"I'm pregnant," Hermione whispered.

"You're WHAT?!"

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