A/N this is just a little thing to get over my writers block! Enjoy! Also, please r/r!
Hermione is what? - By Melissa Malfoy
It was a sunny September morning on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Many of the students were spending their Friday holiday lying under the shade of the willow trees that surrounded the lake. Harry Potter was one of them.
Harry is in his seventh year of his magical education at Hogwarts. Earlier that month, he was named Head Boy, and his girlfriend of 2 years, Hermione Granger was named Head Girl.
Hermione, Harry smiled. His pride and joy. 'I don't know what I'd do without her in my life,' Harry thought as he peered in the lake at his reflection. He smiled at his finally neat hair and glasses free face. He stretched back against the tree, ready for a day of nothing.
But why does nothing usually turn out to be something, and a very big something?
Hermione Granger left the Hospital Wing, talking with her friend Ginny Weasley. Hermione hadn't been feeling well for a couple weeks now. Well, 'hadn't been feeling well' was an understatement. Every single morning for a fortnight she had been rushing to the washroom as soon as she woke up to, puke… and she seemed to suddenly acquire a very hearty appetite. And Ginny, who was quite talented in the healing arts, offered to run some tests on Hermione.
"Thanks Gin, for running those tests, I have no idea what is wrong, I've never had anything like it before," Hermione explained.
"No problem. The symptoms, they sound familiar, however I can't seem to put my finger on what the diagnosis is!" replied Ginny. Hermione smiled and shrugged.
"I'm sure it's nothing, but it doesn't hurt to find out. Well, I'm going to find Harry, I haven't seen him this morning yet,"
"Okay. Well I'll go get the results of your tests and talk to Madame Pomfrey, see you later!" Ginny waved and sprinted back towards the Hospital Wing.
"Maybe Harry is outside," Hermione strolled to the front doors, and out into the courtyard. She looked around at the lawns of her school. She caught a glimpse of a silhouette that looked particularly like her boyfriend. She smiled and called to him.
Harry snapped his head out of a daydream as he heard a feminine voice call his name. He swerved his head around and saw Hermione dashing over to him. He beamed.
"Hermione! Where were you this morning at breakfast?" Harry asked as she reached his tree. She parked herself in his lap and gave him one of her wonderfully passionate kisses. Harry returned it just as fervently. She pulled away and shot him a wide smile.
"I was in the Hospital Wing," Hermione explained. Harry opened his mouth to spill out his worried words, but she put a finger to his lips, and continued. "It's nothing to worry over hun, I just wasn't feeling well and had a weird combination of symptoms, so Ginny ran some tests on me. I'm sure it's nothing, just the common cold."
Harry nodded.
"If you're sure. I'm glad you came out here, I needed something to get my mind off the match tomorrow," Harry enlightened her. She smiled.
"Ah yes, the first Quidditch Match of the season. A little nerve-racking. Where is Ron?" Hermione asked. Harry laughed nervously at the thought. Even though he has been playing this dangerous sport for over six years, before the first game he was always anxious.
"Sleeping. I think that is how he relaxes his nerves, by doing nothing at all," He smiled as Hermione giggled.
"Yes, crazy kid. Oh I am so tired, I was up at six this morning, throwing up," she informed him as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks for the info, my dear. You know how much I love you?" he asked, toying with her no longer bushy hair. He sighed happily as he remembered the night three weeks ago where his hands were tangled in this head of long brown hair all night, when, for the first time he told her out loud the three words he felt for her for what seemed like forever.
(THREE WEEKS AGO)
It was a chilly, star filled night as Hermione and Harry walked around the grounds under James Potter's handy invisible cloak.
"Hermione, there is something I need to tell you," Harry stopped to face his girlfriend. She took his hands.
"What is it?" she asked lovingly. He took a deep breath and said what he had been feeling forever.
"Hermione, you have always been there for me, even before we were friends. I still remember the moment clearly where you saved my head in first year in the race to get the Philosophers Stone. Whenever there was trouble I had to face, you were right there behind me, with the little piece of important information that I forgot, or the right spell that would complete the plan. You never gave up on me, even when I did stupid and foolish things, like last year when I ran off to kill Voldemort. If I ever lost you, I don't know what I would do. It would be like being chopped in half, which I would actually prefer than to lose you. You conquered my heart, many, many years ago. You are my best friend, and my girlfriend, and I could never ask for more. I'd swim across the ocean, climb the highest mountain, just to be by your side. Hermione, what I'm trying to say is," he paused, staring at his love's face. It was tear-streaked, yet she was smiling like no one has never seen her smile before, "I love you, Hermione. I love you more than life itself," Harry exhaled. She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shirt.
"I love you too Harry, I love you so much!" she bawled happily. He wiped a tear away that he had shed, and hugged her to him tightly. He carried her up to her dormitory, still hugging her as she smiled into his chest. Hugging turned to Kissing. Kissing turned into Making out. Making out turned into…Harry and Hermione's private business, which was indeed both of theirs first time.
(PRESENT)
"Harry, what are you thinking about?" Hermione asked curiously. Harry grinned foolishly.
"A night, a few weeks ago, that I haven't seemed to be able to get out of my mind," he admitted it. She smiled, acting shocked.
"You dirty boy!" Hermione pushed him playfully.
"That's me, Harry Potter, the boy who's dirty," he laughed as she giggled. Just then, Ginny appeared, huffing and puffing, like she ran strait from the Hospital Wing. Despite her loss of breath, she was white as a ghost.
"Hi Harry. Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, wide eyed. Hermione stopped laughing and turned to Ginny.
"Yeah, sure Gin, what is the problem?" Hermione asked, standing up.
"Er…that's what I've come to tell you," Ginny obviously didn't want to descuss the problem in front of Harry, and he got the point. He stood up as well.
"Well I will leave you two to chat, I'll be in the common room 'Mione, talk to you later," he kissed Hermione and headed off to Gryffindor Tower.
"What is it Gin?" Hermione asked, worried. Ginny bit her lip.
"Hermione, have you been… sexually active with Harry in the past month?" she asked cautiously. Hermione blushed.
"Yes,"
"When was your last, er…period due?" she asked just as anxious.
"Um, about a week and a half ago, which is weird, because it is usually bang on time now," Hermione replied, not as observant as usual. Ginny closed her eyes for a moment and opened them. They were full of concern.
"Herm, I just got your tests back. Your sickness in the morning, loss of period, an the fact that you had sex with Harry right before your illness, and the tests of course all point to one and serious diagnosis. Hermione, you're pregnant," Ginny said sadly. Hermione's jaw dropped.
"What? There must be a mistake, I can't be…" Hermione cried. She knew Ginny was right though. Everything pointed to that.
"Sorry hun, there isn't. I even talked to Madame Pomfrey about it. I hate being the one to tell you this though." Hermione started to cry.
"A baby? But I'm seventeen! I, I can't! Ginny!" Hermione sobbed. Ginny hugged her.
"I'm so sorry Herm," Ginny almost cried herself, "You should go tell Harry."
Hermione let go of Ginny with tears streaming down her face in a hearty flow.
"You're right, see you later Ginny," Hermione weeped as she walked up to Gryffindor Tower. As Hermione reached the portrait hole, the Fat Lady's eyes filled with concern.
"Honey, what is wrong?" The Fat Lady asked.
"Long Story. Toodledoodle," Hermione mumbled the password. The portrait swung forward and she stepped into the common room, all eyes were on her tear-streaked face.
Hermione, Hermione what's wrong, Hermione, are you okay?" Harry came over to her and pulled her into his sweet embrace, which made her sob even harder, so hard that they rattled her whole body. She felt an arm under her legs and another around her back and before she could say another word, Harry picked her up and carried her to her room, and sat her down on her bed. She let out loud, heart wrenching sobs.
"Harry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried. Harry clutched her to his chest.
"Hermione calm down and tell me what is wrong," Harry pleaded. She tried to mute her bone rattling cries and peered up at his face, which was fill with worry.
"Harry, I'm so sorry!" Hermione weeped, a bit more quieter than before.
"Mione, what are you sorry about?" Harry asked.
"Harry, I'm pregnant."
A/N So is this good? Should I continue or just go with Ginny Malfoy Ginny Potter? Is this better or worse that GMGP? R/R so I get feedback please! Flame if you want, it doesn't matter to me.
Hermione is what? - By Melissa Malfoy
It was a sunny September morning on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Many of the students were spending their Friday holiday lying under the shade of the willow trees that surrounded the lake. Harry Potter was one of them.
Harry is in his seventh year of his magical education at Hogwarts. Earlier that month, he was named Head Boy, and his girlfriend of 2 years, Hermione Granger was named Head Girl.
Hermione, Harry smiled. His pride and joy. 'I don't know what I'd do without her in my life,' Harry thought as he peered in the lake at his reflection. He smiled at his finally neat hair and glasses free face. He stretched back against the tree, ready for a day of nothing.
But why does nothing usually turn out to be something, and a very big something?
Hermione Granger left the Hospital Wing, talking with her friend Ginny Weasley. Hermione hadn't been feeling well for a couple weeks now. Well, 'hadn't been feeling well' was an understatement. Every single morning for a fortnight she had been rushing to the washroom as soon as she woke up to, puke… and she seemed to suddenly acquire a very hearty appetite. And Ginny, who was quite talented in the healing arts, offered to run some tests on Hermione.
"Thanks Gin, for running those tests, I have no idea what is wrong, I've never had anything like it before," Hermione explained.
"No problem. The symptoms, they sound familiar, however I can't seem to put my finger on what the diagnosis is!" replied Ginny. Hermione smiled and shrugged.
"I'm sure it's nothing, but it doesn't hurt to find out. Well, I'm going to find Harry, I haven't seen him this morning yet,"
"Okay. Well I'll go get the results of your tests and talk to Madame Pomfrey, see you later!" Ginny waved and sprinted back towards the Hospital Wing.
"Maybe Harry is outside," Hermione strolled to the front doors, and out into the courtyard. She looked around at the lawns of her school. She caught a glimpse of a silhouette that looked particularly like her boyfriend. She smiled and called to him.
Harry snapped his head out of a daydream as he heard a feminine voice call his name. He swerved his head around and saw Hermione dashing over to him. He beamed.
"Hermione! Where were you this morning at breakfast?" Harry asked as she reached his tree. She parked herself in his lap and gave him one of her wonderfully passionate kisses. Harry returned it just as fervently. She pulled away and shot him a wide smile.
"I was in the Hospital Wing," Hermione explained. Harry opened his mouth to spill out his worried words, but she put a finger to his lips, and continued. "It's nothing to worry over hun, I just wasn't feeling well and had a weird combination of symptoms, so Ginny ran some tests on me. I'm sure it's nothing, just the common cold."
Harry nodded.
"If you're sure. I'm glad you came out here, I needed something to get my mind off the match tomorrow," Harry enlightened her. She smiled.
"Ah yes, the first Quidditch Match of the season. A little nerve-racking. Where is Ron?" Hermione asked. Harry laughed nervously at the thought. Even though he has been playing this dangerous sport for over six years, before the first game he was always anxious.
"Sleeping. I think that is how he relaxes his nerves, by doing nothing at all," He smiled as Hermione giggled.
"Yes, crazy kid. Oh I am so tired, I was up at six this morning, throwing up," she informed him as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks for the info, my dear. You know how much I love you?" he asked, toying with her no longer bushy hair. He sighed happily as he remembered the night three weeks ago where his hands were tangled in this head of long brown hair all night, when, for the first time he told her out loud the three words he felt for her for what seemed like forever.
(THREE WEEKS AGO)
It was a chilly, star filled night as Hermione and Harry walked around the grounds under James Potter's handy invisible cloak.
"Hermione, there is something I need to tell you," Harry stopped to face his girlfriend. She took his hands.
"What is it?" she asked lovingly. He took a deep breath and said what he had been feeling forever.
"Hermione, you have always been there for me, even before we were friends. I still remember the moment clearly where you saved my head in first year in the race to get the Philosophers Stone. Whenever there was trouble I had to face, you were right there behind me, with the little piece of important information that I forgot, or the right spell that would complete the plan. You never gave up on me, even when I did stupid and foolish things, like last year when I ran off to kill Voldemort. If I ever lost you, I don't know what I would do. It would be like being chopped in half, which I would actually prefer than to lose you. You conquered my heart, many, many years ago. You are my best friend, and my girlfriend, and I could never ask for more. I'd swim across the ocean, climb the highest mountain, just to be by your side. Hermione, what I'm trying to say is," he paused, staring at his love's face. It was tear-streaked, yet she was smiling like no one has never seen her smile before, "I love you, Hermione. I love you more than life itself," Harry exhaled. She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shirt.
"I love you too Harry, I love you so much!" she bawled happily. He wiped a tear away that he had shed, and hugged her to him tightly. He carried her up to her dormitory, still hugging her as she smiled into his chest. Hugging turned to Kissing. Kissing turned into Making out. Making out turned into…Harry and Hermione's private business, which was indeed both of theirs first time.
(PRESENT)
"Harry, what are you thinking about?" Hermione asked curiously. Harry grinned foolishly.
"A night, a few weeks ago, that I haven't seemed to be able to get out of my mind," he admitted it. She smiled, acting shocked.
"You dirty boy!" Hermione pushed him playfully.
"That's me, Harry Potter, the boy who's dirty," he laughed as she giggled. Just then, Ginny appeared, huffing and puffing, like she ran strait from the Hospital Wing. Despite her loss of breath, she was white as a ghost.
"Hi Harry. Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, wide eyed. Hermione stopped laughing and turned to Ginny.
"Yeah, sure Gin, what is the problem?" Hermione asked, standing up.
"Er…that's what I've come to tell you," Ginny obviously didn't want to descuss the problem in front of Harry, and he got the point. He stood up as well.
"Well I will leave you two to chat, I'll be in the common room 'Mione, talk to you later," he kissed Hermione and headed off to Gryffindor Tower.
"What is it Gin?" Hermione asked, worried. Ginny bit her lip.
"Hermione, have you been… sexually active with Harry in the past month?" she asked cautiously. Hermione blushed.
"Yes,"
"When was your last, er…period due?" she asked just as anxious.
"Um, about a week and a half ago, which is weird, because it is usually bang on time now," Hermione replied, not as observant as usual. Ginny closed her eyes for a moment and opened them. They were full of concern.
"Herm, I just got your tests back. Your sickness in the morning, loss of period, an the fact that you had sex with Harry right before your illness, and the tests of course all point to one and serious diagnosis. Hermione, you're pregnant," Ginny said sadly. Hermione's jaw dropped.
"What? There must be a mistake, I can't be…" Hermione cried. She knew Ginny was right though. Everything pointed to that.
"Sorry hun, there isn't. I even talked to Madame Pomfrey about it. I hate being the one to tell you this though." Hermione started to cry.
"A baby? But I'm seventeen! I, I can't! Ginny!" Hermione sobbed. Ginny hugged her.
"I'm so sorry Herm," Ginny almost cried herself, "You should go tell Harry."
Hermione let go of Ginny with tears streaming down her face in a hearty flow.
"You're right, see you later Ginny," Hermione weeped as she walked up to Gryffindor Tower. As Hermione reached the portrait hole, the Fat Lady's eyes filled with concern.
"Honey, what is wrong?" The Fat Lady asked.
"Long Story. Toodledoodle," Hermione mumbled the password. The portrait swung forward and she stepped into the common room, all eyes were on her tear-streaked face.
Hermione, Hermione what's wrong, Hermione, are you okay?" Harry came over to her and pulled her into his sweet embrace, which made her sob even harder, so hard that they rattled her whole body. She felt an arm under her legs and another around her back and before she could say another word, Harry picked her up and carried her to her room, and sat her down on her bed. She let out loud, heart wrenching sobs.
"Harry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried. Harry clutched her to his chest.
"Hermione calm down and tell me what is wrong," Harry pleaded. She tried to mute her bone rattling cries and peered up at his face, which was fill with worry.
"Harry, I'm so sorry!" Hermione weeped, a bit more quieter than before.
"Mione, what are you sorry about?" Harry asked.
"Harry, I'm pregnant."
A/N So is this good? Should I continue or just go with Ginny Malfoy Ginny Potter? Is this better or worse that GMGP? R/R so I get feedback please! Flame if you want, it doesn't matter to me.