Hermione

I lay in the arms of the woman I loved, she'd fallen into a deep, coma-like sleep a few hours ago and although I tried, I just couldn't fall asleep myself. Madam Pomfrey's words seemed to echo inside my head every few minutes, 'You're Pregnant,' it happened over and over again, I wanted nothing more than to wake Fleur right now but I knew she needed the rest. Over the past few hours, I'd overheard conversations from different students as they came and went, talking about how amazingly Fleur had handled everything that was thrown her way. The descriptions terrified me, on numerous occasions she'd come so close to dying, just so she could get to me.

A soft sigh came from the bed to the left of us, I looked over and saw Emily sit up in the dim light of the numerous lamps that surrounded us. Sleepily she walked over to our bed and sat in the chair behind me, I turned my whole body around so I could face her, Fleurs arms moved to the usual position they were in whenever we laid like this. One arm draped over my chest, hanging limply over my breasts while the other pushed underneath my waist and pulled me into her.

"Aww, you guys are so cute," Emily cooed with a grin plastered on her face, "Even in her sleep Fleur can't keep her hands off of you," she giggled, looking pointedly at the hand that floated close to my chest.

"Shut up…" I sighed, "You're just jealous," Emily's face grew red as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, maybe a little. Except that it's another girl behind you, I like a nice firm body," she explained.

I shook my head, "You're missing out, the soft body of a girl pressing into you, the swell of her chest squeezing against you're back, it's just an amazing feeling."

"… Yeah, well, you can keep that, I'll keep my firm bodies and procreation to myself." At that word, the smile slipped from my face as the reality of my situation overshadowed the light-hearted nature of our previous conversation. "What's wrong, Hermione?" Emily asked as she noticed my smile drop.

"It's… It's nothing," I sighed, I couldn't tell the blond about my problem, not when I don't even know what's going to happen myself. "Alright… It's not really nothing, but I just can't tell you about it yet, I hope you can understand."

"I do… At least, I'm sure I will when you tell me what is wrong, but for now, I can be patient."

"Thank you," I said with a yawn.

"Try to get some sleep, I'll head back to the dorm and do the same."

I nodded, turning back into Fleur's body and snuggling into the crook of her neck, but try as I might, sleep eluded me. My brain swirling around one massive thought, a baby, and then spiraling between my parents, what I was going to do now and whether or not I was actually going to keep it. I mean, I'm only fourteen years old, still just a kid myself, how was I going to raise a baby?

"I can practically hear your mind working, what is wrong, mon amour?" Fleur asked sleepily, her arms tightening around me, pulling me closer to her.

"I just don't know what to do…" I trailed off, there were too many problems to even start working on them.

A sigh sounded from the older girl as she started to rub my back, "I know, but we can get through this, I'll always be by your side." I smiled as my eyes teared up, I already knew Fleur would be there but hearing her say it just made me feel so much better.

"I know you will be… And I know we can do this," I sniffled, wiping the tears from my eyes. Slowly I was able to drift off to sleep in the arms of the tall blond.

"Hermione… Hermione wake up…" The disembodied voice of Fleur roused me from sleep, but I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to wake up. After a few moments, a soft, warm pair of lips pressed against my own, the odd taste of morning breath somehow making me feel comforted.

I opened my eyes as Fleur pulled away, a smile plastered on her face, "I could get used to that," I sighed dreamily.

"Me too, but we do have an audience…" She said looking past me. Turning around, my face flushed red as I came face to face with a red-faced Professor McGonagall and a smiling Professor Dumbledore.

"Professors! I-I'm so sorry about that," I sputtered frantically.

"It's not a problem Miss Granger, love is an incredible thing," Professor Dumbledore practically sang.

"It most certainly is a problem!" Professor McGonagall growled, "We haven't had a pregnancy in this school for over a decade. And now our star pupil is the one to ruin that streak!"

"Minerva, calm down, Miss Granger needs our support, not condemnation."

I smiled in thanks to the older Professor as I sat up on the bed pulling Fleur with me, I put my arm around her waist, intertwining my fingers with hers.

"So… What happens now?" I asked, tightening my grip on Fleur ever so slightly.

"Well," Professor McGonagall started, "Usually you'd have a choice to go back home straight away or a few weeks after you've found out… But you're two months pregnant. Usually we find out when the morning sickness strikes but…"

"But I never got morning sickness," I concluded with a sigh, "Which means I'll be sent back home straight away… Right?"

The Professor's looked at each other for a moment before turning back to me, "Unfortunately, yes. An owl has already been dispatched to inform your parent."

My eyes widened in panic, my hand tightening on Fleur's like a vice, "I don't even get to be the one to tell them?" I asked as I started hyperventilating. It was too soon, they couldn't find out just a day after I did.

"We're sorry Miss Granger, but its school policy to advise parents of such a problem as soon as possible," Professor McGonagall glanced at Fleur a little guiltily before returning her attention to me. "Which means we also need the name of the father…" she trailed off.

"The father's parents have already been notified, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore stated almost immediately after the question was asked.

The other Professor nodded, she looked suspicious, but she didn't question the headmaster, instead turning back to me, "We'll be sending you home within two days… Good luck… With everything."

I nodded as the Professor turned and left the Infirmary, leaving Fleur and me with the Headmaster, Fleur cleared her throat and looked up at the old man. "Professor… I'll need to…"

"Leave with Hermione." Dumbledore finished, "I know, I have been told that arrangements have already been made for both you and your sister. You'll both be leaving with Hermione and meet with your parents in England."

I looked to Fleur, all the happier that she was going to be coming home with me, that she was going to be able to be there for me, so long as parents allow her to be, of course. I smiled as she looked over to me, finding hope and a home in her blue eyes, suddenly I wanted nothing more than to have this child, to be with Fleur, for the rest of my life.

"Miss Delacour, I must also inform you that, thanks to this situation, you have been disqualified from the Tournament. I am sorry."

Fleur kept looking into my eyes, she didn't blink, her face didn't fall, her eyes didn't water, she didn't seem to care in the slightest that she was disqualified. She just kept staring at me, the smile on her face matching mine, "That's okay Professor, the only reason I entered was to meet Hermione again anyway."

I watched out of the corner of my eye as the headmaster shook his head, "Kids these days," he muttered, "Oh well, I'll see the both of you in a couple of days," he said before leaving the Infirmary.

"Hermione, before we get interrupted by, well, anyone, I need to talk to you," Fleur spoke hesitantly, her smile faltering as nerves showed in her beautiful eyes.

I rose my hand up to her face and brushed her cheek softly, leaning in I gave her soft, chaste kiss on the lips, "What is it?" I asked, my forehead resting against hers.

"Well… I know we aren't old enough yet, and I know that we haven't actually been together for too long… But…" She lowered her hand, so it was resting on my stomach, "With this, and… everything else… I just wanted to ask… So long as you want-"

"Yes," I interrupted her, knowing exactly what she wanted to ask, "I know it'll still be four years before we can get married, but," I reached out for the ring I gave her and pulled it off her right index finger. "You know, when I bought this ring, I actually wanted it to be an engagement ring, then I called myself stupid… But now," I grabbed Fleur's left hand and slipped the ring onto her ring finger. "I love you, Fleur, I'm sure I always will, and this ring is just a promise for now, but we'll be together… Forever."

Fleur leaned forwards, crashing her lips into mine as an almost primal hunger seemed to take over her. She pulled away, tears freely running down her cheeks, "Oh my god… I… I don't know what to say… I just… I love you too, forever."

Ginny

I stood next to Pansy and Emily at the door to the Infirmary, none of us knew what to do, what to say, Hermione and Fleur just got engaged. They had no idea we were standing right here, and listening to the entire conversation, had no idea we'd been eavesdropping right from the beginning. We knew Hermione was pregnant, we knew they were both going being, for lack of a better word, expelled.

Emily rushed in after a few moments, screaming, "HOW ARE YOU PREGNANT!?"

We followed the blond as she ran towards the two girls, their faces red as they stared, wide-eyed at the three of us. I walked towards them feeling a little guilty, but the guilt was overshadowed by excitement and happiness, at first, before I was overcome with fear and worry. The two girls were so young, and so many challenges lay ahead of them, but I also knew that if anyone could handle it, it would be these two.

"Uhm, maybe you should sit down for a minute, Emily," Fleur said nervously, her hands wrenching together as she waited for Emily to sit down. "As you know, I am not completely human, but as the rumors depict me as any number of different mythical beings, the truth is I'm one-quarter Veela."

Emily sat there staring at Fleur, looking completely confused, "You're what?"

"One-quarter Veela," Fleur repeated before explaining the basics of what a Veela is.

"That's… Okay, but how does that tell me how Hermione is pregnant?" Emily asked.

"Well, that's the thing, sometimes when a Veela is born, they are born with both male and female genitalia," Emily looked doubtful, but she continued to listen anyway, "Both work the way they should… And me and Hermione… Sort of… You know."

"But… That can't be true," Emily stated, but the serious look on everyone's face told her it was, burying her face in her hands she started shaking her head. Unable to really comprehend what she had been told, none of us could blame her really, it's not something that happens often.

Reaching out to her, I rested my hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down in some way, if I even could. Thankfully it didn't take long before the blond raised her head with a smile on her face, "So… You guys went all the way, huh?"

Hermione's face instantly flushed crimson while Fleur just chuckled at the younger girl's bluntness, "That we did, Emily… And it has resulted in something that will screw with our lives and what we would have liked to do… But I'm sure in time we'll not want to change it for the world."

Hermione nodded along with her, now, fiancé, as the red hue on her cheeks slowly dissipated, "I'm happy for you guy's, but I'm gonna miss the crap out of you," Emily grinned, taking the both of them into a hug.

I nodded from my spot next to Pansy, tears collecting in my eyes, I already felt lonely, and Hermione wasn't even gone yet. Pansy's arm tightened around my waist, as she leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Are you going to be okay?" She whispered into my ear.

I nodded, not wanting to say anything as I knew I'd lose it if I tried, I was happy for the two girls, but above that… I was scared, so much needed to be done, so much could happen, but worst of all, my best friend wasn't going to be with me at school anymore, and I hated it.

I turned and ran out of the Infirmary, Pansy in tow as the other three called out to me, ignoring them I kept running, knowing that Pansy was near me was the only thing that kept me from collapsing into a heap. I ran out of the school and towards the lake, toward the spot that always made me feel better.

"What… What are we doing out here?" Pansy asked through labored breaths. I quickly clutched onto her, tears now running freely down my cheeks, "Hey, it'll be okay, everything will be okay," she soothed, her voice helping to lift my spirits.

"I- I know, but… It just… Hurts so much," I was barely able to speak, my sobs breaking up the sentence as I tried to bring myself under control.

"I know it does," Pansy said before kissing my cheek, "Hey, look at me," she pulled away slightly and looked me in the eye, "This isn't goodbye," she told me, "Hermione loves you, and that'll never change."

I nodded to her words, and I knew she was right, but we'd been together since my second day here, I drifted off as I remembered the day we met.

I was running down the halls of the castle, giggling, I was so excited that I was able to finally come to Hogwarts, I was finally going to start learning magic! I jumped into the air as I yelled happily, "I'm finally here!"

A soft sound was coming from a nearby toilet, it sounded like a girl crying but I couldn't be sure. Allowing my curiosity to get the better of me I went to investigate. The toilet was dark, and devoid of life, the sobbing sound having stopped the moment I entered.

"Hello?" I called out, "Is anyone in here? I thought I heard crying."

"There is no one here," A voice said from directly behind me, scaring me half to death, but as I looked over my shoulder, there was no one there. Turning back around I screamed loudly as I came face to face with a girl that was floating upside-down.

I ran for the door, but as I reached it, it burst open, and I ran straight into another girl with very frizzy hair. We fell to the floor in a heap, and before I could think, I buried my face into the girl's shoulder and started bawling my eyes out.

"Ahh crap," A voice sounded from behind me.

"Murtle, what are you doing!?" The other girl yelled at the ghost.

"I got bored?" The girl stated although it sounded more like a question, "Being a ghost gets kind of boring you know."

"Oh I remember, I remember the last time you got bored and scared a kid so much that they peed their pants."

A low moan sounded from above me, "I know… But no one comes here anymore, so what so what else can I do?"

"Uhh, how about not scaring off the few people that actually come here?"

"Whatever," the ghost-girl grumbled as she skulked off.

A soft hand directed my face upwards, and I found myself staring into beautiful brown eyes. A smile lit up the girl's face, while a light blush covered her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice soft and compassionate, although beneath it was something else, something I'd never heard before.

"I'm fine, she scared me, but I'll be fine now," I untangled my arms from hers and stood up, pulling the girl with me.

"My names Ginny," I smiled, extending my hand just like my father did when he met people, "What's yours?"

"Hermione," the girl replied simply, grabbing my hand limply. I stared into her eyes, I didn't know what I saw, why I felt the way I did, but I knew that I needed to stay with this girl. To be her friend.

"Ginny," Pansy whispered into my ear, taking me out of my memories, new tears brimming behind my still closed eyelids as I realized, I was no longer the most important person in her life… And I never would be again. I knew it was selfish, knew there was no changing that fact, but somehow, I started to feel even more lonely. My best-friend was no longer just mine, I wasn't the only person that really liked her now, and it was terrifying. It didn't make any sense, but a deep feeling of dread grew in the pit of my stomach, consuming me, my best friend was going to leave me.

My eyes squeezed shut tightly as the tears dripped down my cheeks, my fists clenching and unclenching as the worries flooded my mind. But before I drifted into complete despair the arms around my waist tightened, squeezing me firmly as a warm pair of lips pressed softly against my own. The fog that had settled over my mind cleared, replaced by the warmth of the young woman in front of me.

Slowly I returned the kiss, my arms re-encircling the brunette's neck, pulling her lips to mine as firm as I could. We stayed in this position for at least ten minutes before I was able to let Pansy go, a smile on my face. Hermione has someone else that more important than me, and while that was a lonely feeling, the green-eyed girl in front of me was more important to me than Hermione was. The thought was still lonely, but as I looked into Pansy's eyes I knew that it would be for too long, Hermione was just embarking on a new adventure, and I needed to support her.

I rested my head into the crook of her neck, taking in the lovely scent of vanilla as I sniffed softly, "I love you, Pansy."

The other girl giggled softly, her hand rubbing up and down my back, dipping a bit lower than was appropriate when in public but I didn't mind in the slightest. "So you're okay already?" She asked, "I was hoping for a challenge!" She declared.

I chuckled a little myself, "You'll have to wait a little longer for that I'm afraid, I have pretty good self-reasoning skills."

Pansy kissed me once more on the top my head, "And I'll be right here when those fail you," she said, still with a light-hearted tone but I could hear the promise in her voice, feel it in my heart. "And I love you too, but I think we should head back to the others, they'll be worried if we're away for too much longer."

I kissed Pansy's lips once more, pulling away just a touch so I could speak easier, "They can wait a little longer," I said before re-attaching my lips to her in a much more heated, passion filled kiss, a kiss that was more like a promise of things to come. A promise the both of us sent and received.

Fleur

I sat by Hermione, her hand clutching mine in a death grip and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of doing this in seven months' time, only then we'd be waiting on a baby, not a friend. I could see in Hermione's eyes that she was scared, I wasn't sure what it was about, but I could definitely guess. Emily still sat in her seat, smiling away and talking animatedly with Hermione about all the things she was going to do to help us. I was eternally grateful for this believing that right now Emily was the only thing keeping Hermione from losing herself.

I couldn't blame her, I don't think anyone could after she watched her best friend run away when she needed her. I wished that I could be enough, but I knew that I wasn't, Hermione was a human, she was meant to be surrounded by people that loved and cared for her, especially in times of need. It's why I was thankful that I was born Veela, even if my entire family died tomorrow, I'd still be able to make it through to the other side, all I needed was Hermione to be by my side. But without Hermione, my eyes drifted to my right arm, the arm that bore all the problems with being a Veela on it.

I shook myself away from the thought and focused on Hermione and Emily, "I'll even look after him or her so you and Fleur can…" She trailed off, winking rather than saying the actual words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, why are we talking about this?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"Well, I overheard my parents talking about not having any more kids because with my little brother and sister they don't have any time to do that anymore," Emily explained.

I shook my head a slowly, "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Emily and Hermione both looked at me like I'd grown a second head, looks of confusion set into their features.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, her grip loosening ever so slightly.

"Yes… Why?"

"Well, you're usually the one making things embarrassing by taking things too far," Emily explained.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well… I'm just frustrated, I want to get out of this damn Infirmary."

"No need to fret," Madam Pomfrey said from the door to her office, "You can go in just one more hour."

I nodded my head with a smile as the nurse walked back into her office, before turning back to my friend and girlfriend, the smile gone completely, "That's still far too long," I whispered, eliciting a light laugh from the both of them.

"Its okay love, we'll be in a lot more hospitals from now on, just think of this as practice," I groaned as Hermione finished but smiled back at her.

"At least then we'll be waiting for something special," I said rubbing Hermione's stomach.

Hermione started talking with Emily again, and I couldn't help but let my mind wander to a topic that was sure to cause a lot of fuss, the baby's name. I knew I would cave if Hermione wanted something different from me, but I also knew that Hermione would get input from everyone she cared about. Which meant they'll all technically have a say, and then the arguments were going to start.

"Ginny." The name shook me out of my short mental walk as Ginny and Pansy once again joined us. It was plain to see that Ginny had been crying quite furiously, her eyes were slightly puffy and her nose still red.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, forgetting all about her earlier worries.

"Yeah…" Ginny rubbed her arm nervously as she looked Hermione in the eye, "I'm sorry for taking off the way I did, I just got a little crazy for a second."

Hermione smiled at the ginger girl, "Its fine, I'm sure I'll get much crazier as things go on."

"I don't doubt that," Ginny said having perked back up, "honestly, I feel so sorry for Fleur."

"Me too," Hermione looked me in the eye, the smile still set deeply into her features, "But I know she'll be with me the whole way."

I smiled back at her and leaned in for a quick kiss before drifting back into my mind. I knew that soon this light-hearted talk was going to end, the hard times lay ahead, the most turbulent times of our lives. But they'll also be some of the most wonderful, especially when I'm holding the beautiful little baby in my arms for the first time. My heart stopped working for a second as I pictured a beautiful brown-eyed baby with a full head of blond hair. Its tiny eyes straining open before closing almost immediately as it buried its head in my shoulder.