Disclaimer: This is a Harry Potter fanfic. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and any of the other characters do not belong to me, sadly enough, but they do belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. The places mentioned (the common room, the Great Hall, Hogwarts, etc.) also do not belong to me. They are the creations of J.K Rowling's mind, and always will be. So, don't sue me for using them, and BE NICE.
Shew...the last chapter was not really as good as I would have hoped. I hope this chapter is better. Thanks to all who reviewed, I think this might be my last chapter. I'm not sure yet. I'm sorry if you didn't like Hermione, but that's just how I did the story. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and here's chapter five.
And I was thinking about bumping the rating to PG13...In fact, I did.
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Chapter Five:
Questions
The weeks quickly passed. The Halloween dance was cancelled because of "innapropriate actions" students were doing in Hogwarts. Hermione had implented some kind of birth control charm the day after the night Harry and she had let their hormones take over. So she was happy and completely carefree, until...
One morning, about six weeks after it happened, Hermione woke up early and felt a wave of sickness sweep over her. She ran into the bathroom, got on her knees, and retched in the toilet bowl. When she stood up and walked back to her bed, Lacey Rose was sitting there, waiting for her.
"Did you just get sick?" Lacey asked.
Hermione nodded miserably as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I think I'm getting the flu, or a stomach bug." She sat down in a chair.
Lacey studied Hermione. "Have you missed any periods or anything?"
"Actually, I missed last month's." Hermione sat down. "I think it's stress, though."
"I've noticed you haven't ate anything much at meals for a while..."
Hermione nodded. "I haven't really had much of an appetite lately," she replied. "Gosh, Lacey, what's with the third degree? You've never asked me this many questions before!" Hermione laughed.
"No reason," Lacey said. "So...have you thrown up any other times, in the morning?"
"LACEY!" Hermione said, laughing. "Gosh, with all these questions, someone's gonna think I'm preg—" Hermione stopped. Her face crumbled as she remembered that day she was alone with Harry in a closet... "Oh no." She began to panic.
"Hermione...?"
Hermione looked at Lacey and began to cry. Lacey hugged her. "Stop crying, Herm. It's okay. Do you wanna tell Aunty Lacey everything?"
Hermione spilled everything. "Lacey, what am I going to do?"
"Well, I would suggest taking a pregnancy test to be sure, and then tell Harry. What to do with the baby if you are pregnant is up to you and Harry, Herm," Lacey said. "But think about it, because you two are only fifteen. Do you think you could handle a baby running around, and go to classes and such?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "I don't know, Lacey. I'm so confused. And where am I supposed to get a pregnancy test?"
Lacey smiled. "Go to Madame Pomfrey. She has everything, and she has to keep anything a student tells her confidential."
Hermione nodded. She felt miserable. For just one stupid and wild thing she had done out of impulse, Hermione was going to suffer major consequences.
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At breakfast, Hermione didn't eat. She sat there sipping her pumpkin juice, extremely nervous. She hoped Harry or Ron wouldn't notice her strange behavior.
But of course Harry did. "What's wrong, Hermione?" he asked, his young face full of concern for his lover.
"Harry..." Hermione almost cried. "I need to talk to you later. About closets."
Harry's eyes widened. "No, Herm!" He took her hand and led her away from the Gryffindor table. "You're not pregnant, are you?"
"I think so! I've been having morning sickness, I missed my last period, and I have no appetite. Lacey thinks I'm pregnant, at least."
"Oh, Herm..." Harry's voice trailed off. "It's my fault. I should have thought...I could have said no. I shouldn't have finished inside of you. When it hurt you, I should've pulled out. I should have thought...if only I had my mind in the damn gutter like Ron and Dean do. Then I could've gotten a condom from them or something." He stopped, realizing he had said too much. Before Hermione could say anything, though, he pulled her into a tight embrace. He leaned down and whispered, loudly, into her ear, "It'll be okay, Herm. Find out if you're pregnant, and then we'll take it from there..."
"So your little Mudblood whore might be pregnant, huh, Potter?"
Hermione whirled around and found herself facing Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy...please don't say anything to anybody," she begged.
Malfoy smirked. "What would make you think I'd tell anyone your little secret, Granger?" He turned away and faced Harry. "I didn't know you had it in you, Potter. Screwing a chick in a closet. Of all places. And the Mudblood whore of all people."
Harry growled deep in his throat. "How did you know that?"
Malfoy laughed. "You thought the door closed by itself? I was hoping that you'd be locked there and wouldn't be able to get out. I followed you guys, and heard everything going on in there. So I unlocked the door, and then left. I guess Granger's pretty good in bed...or should I say in the closet?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Draco. "You're a prick, Malfoy. Get the hell away from me, and if you come within ten feet of me, I'll tell everybody about your little affair with Lavender Brown."
Malfoy backed away. "How do you know about that, bitch?" he demanded.
"Girls talk, Malfoy. You can't tell me you didn't go off and tell your goons that you slept with Lavender. A Gryffindor of all people."
"Don't you dare tell anyone about that, Granger."
"I won't. If you don't mention me to anyone at all. Don't forget, I could also tell McGonagall and Dumbledore that you sexually harrassed me."
When Malfoy walked away, Harry laughed and hugged Hermione. "You're strong girl, Herm. And I'm glad that you can take care of yourself. Now, about that possible baby..." He touched her stomach.
Hermione smiled and punched him lightly on the arm. "I know I am, Potter!" She hugged him tightly, as if she could never let go. Inside, she was so scared. She was only fifteen. She couldn't be pregnant. No way. Her parents would kill her, and her credibility would be lost. Not to mention the respect that people had for her. A baby would ruin her entire life.
*I guess I should have thought about that before I had sex with Harry,* Hermione thought, still clinging to Harry. *What's done is done, and I can't change that.*
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The next morning, Hermione wanted to jump for joy. She had done like Lacey suggested, and had told Madame Pomfrey all about her little ordeal. Madame Pomfrey happily gave her a home pregnancy test, and wished her good luck. Hermione had taken it, and she was more than overjoyed with the results.
She ran down the stairs to the common room. She spotted Lacey talking to Lavender and Harry by the fireplace. Hermione grinned. "I'm not! I'm not! It's negative!" she screamed.
The common room got quiet. Hermione looked around. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," she said. She continued running over to Harry, who wore a delighted look on his face. "I'm not pregnant Harry!"
"That's good news!" Harry replied ecstatically. He picked Hermione up and spun her around. "I love you so much, Herm."
Lavender looked at Hermione, and then to Harry, and then back at Hermione. She wore a confused look. "You...had sex with Harry, Herm?" she asked, unbelieving.
Hermione sighed. Most of the common room was staring at her in awe. "Here we go," she muttered, climbing up on a chair in the middle of the common room, getting everybody's attention. "As you all probably know by now, I had a major pregnancy scare. Yes, I had sex with Harry Potter. Now leave me alone."
The people in the room gaped at her. Then they all broke into applause. "The only two Gryffindors to have sex are the two best students!" a seventh year said. "Go you two!"
Lavender was uncomfortable. Hermione walked over to her. "I know about you and Draco, Lav. But I'm not going to tell anyone."
Lavender smiled at her thankfully.
The people in the common room continued asking questions. Hermione screamed, but no one heard her. She grabbed Harry's hand, dragged him up to her dorm, and locked the door.
"Alone again."
Shew...the last chapter was not really as good as I would have hoped. I hope this chapter is better. Thanks to all who reviewed, I think this might be my last chapter. I'm not sure yet. I'm sorry if you didn't like Hermione, but that's just how I did the story. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and here's chapter five.
And I was thinking about bumping the rating to PG13...In fact, I did.
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Chapter Five:
Questions
The weeks quickly passed. The Halloween dance was cancelled because of "innapropriate actions" students were doing in Hogwarts. Hermione had implented some kind of birth control charm the day after the night Harry and she had let their hormones take over. So she was happy and completely carefree, until...
One morning, about six weeks after it happened, Hermione woke up early and felt a wave of sickness sweep over her. She ran into the bathroom, got on her knees, and retched in the toilet bowl. When she stood up and walked back to her bed, Lacey Rose was sitting there, waiting for her.
"Did you just get sick?" Lacey asked.
Hermione nodded miserably as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I think I'm getting the flu, or a stomach bug." She sat down in a chair.
Lacey studied Hermione. "Have you missed any periods or anything?"
"Actually, I missed last month's." Hermione sat down. "I think it's stress, though."
"I've noticed you haven't ate anything much at meals for a while..."
Hermione nodded. "I haven't really had much of an appetite lately," she replied. "Gosh, Lacey, what's with the third degree? You've never asked me this many questions before!" Hermione laughed.
"No reason," Lacey said. "So...have you thrown up any other times, in the morning?"
"LACEY!" Hermione said, laughing. "Gosh, with all these questions, someone's gonna think I'm preg—" Hermione stopped. Her face crumbled as she remembered that day she was alone with Harry in a closet... "Oh no." She began to panic.
"Hermione...?"
Hermione looked at Lacey and began to cry. Lacey hugged her. "Stop crying, Herm. It's okay. Do you wanna tell Aunty Lacey everything?"
Hermione spilled everything. "Lacey, what am I going to do?"
"Well, I would suggest taking a pregnancy test to be sure, and then tell Harry. What to do with the baby if you are pregnant is up to you and Harry, Herm," Lacey said. "But think about it, because you two are only fifteen. Do you think you could handle a baby running around, and go to classes and such?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "I don't know, Lacey. I'm so confused. And where am I supposed to get a pregnancy test?"
Lacey smiled. "Go to Madame Pomfrey. She has everything, and she has to keep anything a student tells her confidential."
Hermione nodded. She felt miserable. For just one stupid and wild thing she had done out of impulse, Hermione was going to suffer major consequences.
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At breakfast, Hermione didn't eat. She sat there sipping her pumpkin juice, extremely nervous. She hoped Harry or Ron wouldn't notice her strange behavior.
But of course Harry did. "What's wrong, Hermione?" he asked, his young face full of concern for his lover.
"Harry..." Hermione almost cried. "I need to talk to you later. About closets."
Harry's eyes widened. "No, Herm!" He took her hand and led her away from the Gryffindor table. "You're not pregnant, are you?"
"I think so! I've been having morning sickness, I missed my last period, and I have no appetite. Lacey thinks I'm pregnant, at least."
"Oh, Herm..." Harry's voice trailed off. "It's my fault. I should have thought...I could have said no. I shouldn't have finished inside of you. When it hurt you, I should've pulled out. I should have thought...if only I had my mind in the damn gutter like Ron and Dean do. Then I could've gotten a condom from them or something." He stopped, realizing he had said too much. Before Hermione could say anything, though, he pulled her into a tight embrace. He leaned down and whispered, loudly, into her ear, "It'll be okay, Herm. Find out if you're pregnant, and then we'll take it from there..."
"So your little Mudblood whore might be pregnant, huh, Potter?"
Hermione whirled around and found herself facing Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy...please don't say anything to anybody," she begged.
Malfoy smirked. "What would make you think I'd tell anyone your little secret, Granger?" He turned away and faced Harry. "I didn't know you had it in you, Potter. Screwing a chick in a closet. Of all places. And the Mudblood whore of all people."
Harry growled deep in his throat. "How did you know that?"
Malfoy laughed. "You thought the door closed by itself? I was hoping that you'd be locked there and wouldn't be able to get out. I followed you guys, and heard everything going on in there. So I unlocked the door, and then left. I guess Granger's pretty good in bed...or should I say in the closet?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Draco. "You're a prick, Malfoy. Get the hell away from me, and if you come within ten feet of me, I'll tell everybody about your little affair with Lavender Brown."
Malfoy backed away. "How do you know about that, bitch?" he demanded.
"Girls talk, Malfoy. You can't tell me you didn't go off and tell your goons that you slept with Lavender. A Gryffindor of all people."
"Don't you dare tell anyone about that, Granger."
"I won't. If you don't mention me to anyone at all. Don't forget, I could also tell McGonagall and Dumbledore that you sexually harrassed me."
When Malfoy walked away, Harry laughed and hugged Hermione. "You're strong girl, Herm. And I'm glad that you can take care of yourself. Now, about that possible baby..." He touched her stomach.
Hermione smiled and punched him lightly on the arm. "I know I am, Potter!" She hugged him tightly, as if she could never let go. Inside, she was so scared. She was only fifteen. She couldn't be pregnant. No way. Her parents would kill her, and her credibility would be lost. Not to mention the respect that people had for her. A baby would ruin her entire life.
*I guess I should have thought about that before I had sex with Harry,* Hermione thought, still clinging to Harry. *What's done is done, and I can't change that.*
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The next morning, Hermione wanted to jump for joy. She had done like Lacey suggested, and had told Madame Pomfrey all about her little ordeal. Madame Pomfrey happily gave her a home pregnancy test, and wished her good luck. Hermione had taken it, and she was more than overjoyed with the results.
She ran down the stairs to the common room. She spotted Lacey talking to Lavender and Harry by the fireplace. Hermione grinned. "I'm not! I'm not! It's negative!" she screamed.
The common room got quiet. Hermione looked around. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," she said. She continued running over to Harry, who wore a delighted look on his face. "I'm not pregnant Harry!"
"That's good news!" Harry replied ecstatically. He picked Hermione up and spun her around. "I love you so much, Herm."
Lavender looked at Hermione, and then to Harry, and then back at Hermione. She wore a confused look. "You...had sex with Harry, Herm?" she asked, unbelieving.
Hermione sighed. Most of the common room was staring at her in awe. "Here we go," she muttered, climbing up on a chair in the middle of the common room, getting everybody's attention. "As you all probably know by now, I had a major pregnancy scare. Yes, I had sex with Harry Potter. Now leave me alone."
The people in the room gaped at her. Then they all broke into applause. "The only two Gryffindors to have sex are the two best students!" a seventh year said. "Go you two!"
Lavender was uncomfortable. Hermione walked over to her. "I know about you and Draco, Lav. But I'm not going to tell anyone."
Lavender smiled at her thankfully.
The people in the common room continued asking questions. Hermione screamed, but no one heard her. She grabbed Harry's hand, dragged him up to her dorm, and locked the door.
"Alone again."
