Title: Hogwarts: The Next Generation
Author: K.L. Spitfire
Disclaimer: Everything that you may recognize belongs to the Great and Almighty J.K. Rowling!
A/N: I'm interested in working with a beta. If anyone is interested please e-mail me at Drakesgrl04@aol.com. Given the fact that I don't know very many people in the Harry Potter fan fiction world so thanks to those who can help me out with anything! And don't forget to review! Thanks!
~~K.L. Spitfire~~
Prologue
FLASHBACKHogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Seventh Year
"Fine Hermione!" Ron shouted back. Hermione was pressed against the wall and Draco was tight against her. Hermione began to speak as Malfoy's lips moved from hers and down her slender neck. "This is completely your doing." She looked at him one last time before pulling away from Malfoy. "Come along Draco." She said, taking his hand. "Let's do this now before I change my mind."
And they were gone.
"Shit!" Ron shouted, slamming his fist into the wall. "Shit Hermione!" he shouted again-tears streaming down his face. He nursed his bloody knuckles as he left in the opposite direction of Hermione and Malfoy.
Two hours later
Hermione lay awake in Draco Malfoy's bed. Draco on top of her. 'This was a bad idea.' She thought to herself. 'It was fun, without a doubt, but stupid nonetheless.' She stroked Draco's white blond hair gently.
"I slept with Malfoy." She said aloud. "I slept with Draco Malfoy." The full realization of what she had done finally dawning on her.
Hermione gently rolled the sleeping Draco off of her and climbed through the green draperies and out of his bed. Hermione pulled her robes back on and quietly made her way though the Slytherin common room and back into the dungeons.
Three and one half weeks later11pmthe Gryffindor common room
"Just apologize and all of this would be over with!" Harry exclaimed. "It's been two weeks since Hermione walked in on you. Get over it already!" Harry was mad. It had been two weeks, as had said, since Hermione had walked in on Ron snogging with Lavender Brown in the seventh year boys dormitory.
"Yeah, but what she did is unspeakable!" Ron's ears began to turn red at the mere thought of it. "Going t bed with Malfoy like that!"
"Just apologize for what you did and everything will turn out alright."
The Hospital WingAlmost the exact same moment
"What did you just say?" Hermione demanded of Madam Pomfrey.
"Miss Granger, I do believe that you're pregnant." She repeated, straightening up. Hermione's face went deathly pale.
"Whose is it?" she whispered.
"You've been with more then one person?" The nurse exclaimed. "My, my miss Granger, now I've never thought this kind of behaviour of you."
"Whose is it?" she asked again.
"I believe you know Mister Malfoy." Silent tears began to fall down Hermione's fair cheeks. "Do you want to keep it?" Madam Pomfrey asked briskly.
"What?"
"Would you like to keep this child?"
"C-can I think about it?" she stammered.
"You have one week. This can't wait much longer."
"Yes ma'am." She replied shuffling out of the hospital wing and down the corridor. When she arrived in the Gryffindor common room, panting for breath, she ran directly into Harry.
"What's wrong?" Harry demanded as she collapsed into his arms.
"Harry! Oh, Harry." She cried out.
"Hermione!" Harry said, trying to hold Hermione on her feet.
"What am I going to do?" Harry helped Hermione over to the couch by the fire. "Ron will never forgive me now! I can't handle this! There's no way that this will ever work! Malfoy will never help me take care of a baby! Ron's going to never want to be with me again, never love me, never hold me, never forgive me, never---"
"Slow down Hermione. All I caught was 'baby'. Whose baby?" Harry interrupted.
"I told you! Malfoy's!" Hermione shouted to the empty common room.
"Malfoy's?" Harry said calmly. "I thought you were protected?"
"I was! I don't know what happened! Ron is going to hate me forever! Oh Harry, whatever am I to do?"
"Hermione," Harry said taking her face into his rough hands. "Can you give the baby up?"
"Yes." She mumbled.
"Will you give it up?"
"I--I think so." She stammered. "But what about Ron? How can I ever tell him about this?"
"I'll handle that. But you go tell Madam Pomfrey right now what you're going to do. This can't wait any longer." Hermione nodded in reply and stood up and left the common room. Harry, meanwhile, rushed up to the seventh year boys' dormitory.
"Ron!" he hissed into the sleeping boy's ear.
"What Harry?" he murmured into his pillow.
"Ron, Hermione's pregnant." He replied.
"What!" Ron sat up, immediately awake.
"You stupid prat! You know exactly what I said."
"How is that possible? We were protected. Every single time we were protected."
"Come downstairs Ron. We don't want to wake the whole dormitory." Ron hastily followed Harry down the stairs.
"Is it mine?" was his first question when they reached the common room.
"Ron---" Harry began to explain.
"Is it mine?" he demanded.
"It's Malfoy's." Harry said quietly.
"What! I'm going to kill him." Ron said so calmly it was unnerving. "Where is she?" Ron asked, pacing the room.
"The hospital wing. She's not going to have the baby."
"I should hope not!"
"What are you going to do Ron?" Harry stood in front of the pacing Ron, bringing him to a stop.
Ron thought a moment and then took off through the portrait hole.
"Where are you going?" Harry shouted, running out after him.
"I have got to see her!" he called over his shoulder as he ducked under a tapestry, taking a shortcut to the hospital wing. Harry dashed to the tapestry that he had seen Ron escape though. But when he lifted the tapestry the passage had closed itself off.
"Damn it!" Harry exclaimed dropping the fabric. (He could have sworn that he heard it laugh as he sped away to the hospital wing.)
The moment Ron tried to open the door to the hospital wing it was opened for him by Madam Pomfrey.
"I have to see her." He said immediately.
"I'm afraid you can't Mister Weasley." She snapped.
"W-why?" he stammered.
"Because we are right in the middle of the procedure and you can not come in." And the door closed with a snap. Ron crossed the corridor in two strides and sat on the floor facing the door, head in his hands.
When Harry reached the hospital wing he found Ron seated on the floor, still in his boxers and tee shirt.
"They won't let me in." He said quietly.
"I could have told you that." Harry simply replied. He didn't say anything else but sat down next to his best friend to wait.
Harry eventually drifted off to sleep but Ron sat awake, his glazed stare glued to the door across from him.
"Mister Weasley," Madam Pomfrey opened the door the next morning. "You can come in now." She held the door open for him as he staggered forward into the sterile hospital wing.
"Hermione." He breathed, falling into a chair next to her bed. "Is she okay?" He asked.
"She'll be fine. But what about Potter over there?" she indicated Harry, asleep, on the floor.
"Just let him wake up, he'll be fine." Ron murmured as he moved his chair up to Hermione's head and took her soft pale hand in his rough tanned one.
Malfoy snuck into the hospital wing the next night and saw Weasley asleep next to Hermione, his hand clasped tightly in hers.
"Damn Weasley's." He said aloud. Malfoy continued into the operating room. Within thirty seconds he had found the tiny, magically preserved, premature embryo.
He took it and was gone.
Ron watched as Hermione's eyes fluttered open for the first time in three days.
"Hermione?" He whispered, gripping her hand tightly.
"Ron?" she mumbled. "Ron, I'm so tired." She yawned. Ron said nothing. "Ron, why are you here?" she started to sit up but her head hurt too much and she had to lie back again.
"I know what happened," He started softly. "And I'm so sorry that it did."
"Ron, it's my fault. I should have---" but Ron cut her off.
"I did it Hermione. I was snogging with Lavender, not you."
"Why were you kissing her anyway?" She asked indignantly.
"I don't know. One too many butterbeers probably."
"Oh." She replied. They were quiet for a moment and then, "I'm sorry---" she began, but Ron had kissed her and she quieted.
"Marry me." He whispered to her when he had pulled away.
"What? Ron, we can't-"
"Shh," He put his finger to her lips. "Marry me Hermione. After we graduate. Think about it, we can have a summer wedding." His nose brushed against hers.
"Ron," she smiled. "We're so young, we can't get married."
"Yes we can! I've been thinking about it for the past three days and we can. I'll be eighteen and you're seventeen, and it's legal to be married at seventeen in the wizarding world at seventeen." He paused. "I love you Hermione, will marry me?"
"My parents are going to be so mad." She said, draping her arms around his neck.
"Yes? Is that a yes?" his face lit up.
"Yes, you idiot, yes." She pulled him to her and kissed him passionately.
At the doorway, Harry smiled.
MondayAfter Lunch
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out of their Transfiguration class and were made their way down to Potions. The Slytherins were already waiting for them.
"I heard that mudblood whore got herself pregnant, and it wasn't Weasley. Not surprising though. Like Weasley could ever get any action from anyone. " Malfoy said loudly when he saw the three of them approach the dungeon. "Even Granger." All of the Slytherins laughed, Pansy Parkinson the loudest of all.
"What did you say Malfoy?" Ron growled.
"You heard me Weasley." He snarled back.
"Say it again Malfoy, I dare you." Ron dropped his books and stepped closer to Malfoy.
"No Ron." He heard Hermione whisper behind him. He chose not to hear her.
"Someone got the mudblood whore pregnant and it wasn't you." He repeated venomously.
Ron took off his robes and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, as did Malfoy.
"No Draco," Pansy whined, grabbing hold of his arm.
"Get off Pansy." He snapped, pushing her into a group of Slytherin girls.
"Don't do this." Hermione repeated more urgently.
"Watch me." And Ron launched himself at Malfoy, neither bothering with their wands.
Malfoy was slammed into the wall, Ron's hands gripping his shirt. Malfoy grabbed hold of Ron's collar and thrust him against the adjacent wall. Ron managed to pull himself away from Malfoy's grip but with one quick step over Malfoy had punched him in the stomach. He staggered backward and then, with deafening accuracy, smashed his fist into Malfoy's jaw.
Ron heard a satisfying crack as his fist made contact.
Malfoy knew immediately that his jaw was broken, but he didn't let that stop him. Malfoy regained his balance and took a leap at Ron. Knocking him to the ground. Ron got in another strong punch before Malfoy had a chance to fight back.
Crabbe and Goyle caught sight of this and immediately pulled out their wands.
But Harry saw this and he too drew his wand. "Leave them be." He directed. Crabbe and Goyle then turned on him.
"Leave them be." He heard Seamus repeat behind him. Harry glanced back to see the rest of the Gryffindor seventh years behind him their wands drawn. Even Neville.
"What is going on here?" Professor Snape demanded, coming up behind him with impeccable timing. "Fifty points from Gryffindor!" he directed at Harry and his fellow Gryffindors. "Mr. Malfoy!" Snape tried to pull Malfoy off of Ron but failed miserably. Malfoy pulled free from him immediately and punched Ron in the back of the head, causing him to crash face first into the wall.
Ron was knocked out.
"Five points from Slytherin, Draco. No fighting in the corridors."
A/N: Sorry if the fight sounds odd, any offered help can be e-mailed to me at Drakesgrl04@aol.com. Or you can REVIEW and help out. Thanks! ~~K.L. Spitfire~~
Author: K.L. Spitfire
Disclaimer: Everything that you may recognize belongs to the Great and Almighty J.K. Rowling!
A/N: I'm interested in working with a beta. If anyone is interested please e-mail me at Drakesgrl04@aol.com. Given the fact that I don't know very many people in the Harry Potter fan fiction world so thanks to those who can help me out with anything! And don't forget to review! Thanks!
~~K.L. Spitfire~~
Prologue
FLASHBACKHogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Seventh Year
"Fine Hermione!" Ron shouted back. Hermione was pressed against the wall and Draco was tight against her. Hermione began to speak as Malfoy's lips moved from hers and down her slender neck. "This is completely your doing." She looked at him one last time before pulling away from Malfoy. "Come along Draco." She said, taking his hand. "Let's do this now before I change my mind."
And they were gone.
"Shit!" Ron shouted, slamming his fist into the wall. "Shit Hermione!" he shouted again-tears streaming down his face. He nursed his bloody knuckles as he left in the opposite direction of Hermione and Malfoy.
Two hours later
Hermione lay awake in Draco Malfoy's bed. Draco on top of her. 'This was a bad idea.' She thought to herself. 'It was fun, without a doubt, but stupid nonetheless.' She stroked Draco's white blond hair gently.
"I slept with Malfoy." She said aloud. "I slept with Draco Malfoy." The full realization of what she had done finally dawning on her.
Hermione gently rolled the sleeping Draco off of her and climbed through the green draperies and out of his bed. Hermione pulled her robes back on and quietly made her way though the Slytherin common room and back into the dungeons.
Three and one half weeks later11pmthe Gryffindor common room
"Just apologize and all of this would be over with!" Harry exclaimed. "It's been two weeks since Hermione walked in on you. Get over it already!" Harry was mad. It had been two weeks, as had said, since Hermione had walked in on Ron snogging with Lavender Brown in the seventh year boys dormitory.
"Yeah, but what she did is unspeakable!" Ron's ears began to turn red at the mere thought of it. "Going t bed with Malfoy like that!"
"Just apologize for what you did and everything will turn out alright."
The Hospital WingAlmost the exact same moment
"What did you just say?" Hermione demanded of Madam Pomfrey.
"Miss Granger, I do believe that you're pregnant." She repeated, straightening up. Hermione's face went deathly pale.
"Whose is it?" she whispered.
"You've been with more then one person?" The nurse exclaimed. "My, my miss Granger, now I've never thought this kind of behaviour of you."
"Whose is it?" she asked again.
"I believe you know Mister Malfoy." Silent tears began to fall down Hermione's fair cheeks. "Do you want to keep it?" Madam Pomfrey asked briskly.
"What?"
"Would you like to keep this child?"
"C-can I think about it?" she stammered.
"You have one week. This can't wait much longer."
"Yes ma'am." She replied shuffling out of the hospital wing and down the corridor. When she arrived in the Gryffindor common room, panting for breath, she ran directly into Harry.
"What's wrong?" Harry demanded as she collapsed into his arms.
"Harry! Oh, Harry." She cried out.
"Hermione!" Harry said, trying to hold Hermione on her feet.
"What am I going to do?" Harry helped Hermione over to the couch by the fire. "Ron will never forgive me now! I can't handle this! There's no way that this will ever work! Malfoy will never help me take care of a baby! Ron's going to never want to be with me again, never love me, never hold me, never forgive me, never---"
"Slow down Hermione. All I caught was 'baby'. Whose baby?" Harry interrupted.
"I told you! Malfoy's!" Hermione shouted to the empty common room.
"Malfoy's?" Harry said calmly. "I thought you were protected?"
"I was! I don't know what happened! Ron is going to hate me forever! Oh Harry, whatever am I to do?"
"Hermione," Harry said taking her face into his rough hands. "Can you give the baby up?"
"Yes." She mumbled.
"Will you give it up?"
"I--I think so." She stammered. "But what about Ron? How can I ever tell him about this?"
"I'll handle that. But you go tell Madam Pomfrey right now what you're going to do. This can't wait any longer." Hermione nodded in reply and stood up and left the common room. Harry, meanwhile, rushed up to the seventh year boys' dormitory.
"Ron!" he hissed into the sleeping boy's ear.
"What Harry?" he murmured into his pillow.
"Ron, Hermione's pregnant." He replied.
"What!" Ron sat up, immediately awake.
"You stupid prat! You know exactly what I said."
"How is that possible? We were protected. Every single time we were protected."
"Come downstairs Ron. We don't want to wake the whole dormitory." Ron hastily followed Harry down the stairs.
"Is it mine?" was his first question when they reached the common room.
"Ron---" Harry began to explain.
"Is it mine?" he demanded.
"It's Malfoy's." Harry said quietly.
"What! I'm going to kill him." Ron said so calmly it was unnerving. "Where is she?" Ron asked, pacing the room.
"The hospital wing. She's not going to have the baby."
"I should hope not!"
"What are you going to do Ron?" Harry stood in front of the pacing Ron, bringing him to a stop.
Ron thought a moment and then took off through the portrait hole.
"Where are you going?" Harry shouted, running out after him.
"I have got to see her!" he called over his shoulder as he ducked under a tapestry, taking a shortcut to the hospital wing. Harry dashed to the tapestry that he had seen Ron escape though. But when he lifted the tapestry the passage had closed itself off.
"Damn it!" Harry exclaimed dropping the fabric. (He could have sworn that he heard it laugh as he sped away to the hospital wing.)
The moment Ron tried to open the door to the hospital wing it was opened for him by Madam Pomfrey.
"I have to see her." He said immediately.
"I'm afraid you can't Mister Weasley." She snapped.
"W-why?" he stammered.
"Because we are right in the middle of the procedure and you can not come in." And the door closed with a snap. Ron crossed the corridor in two strides and sat on the floor facing the door, head in his hands.
When Harry reached the hospital wing he found Ron seated on the floor, still in his boxers and tee shirt.
"They won't let me in." He said quietly.
"I could have told you that." Harry simply replied. He didn't say anything else but sat down next to his best friend to wait.
Harry eventually drifted off to sleep but Ron sat awake, his glazed stare glued to the door across from him.
"Mister Weasley," Madam Pomfrey opened the door the next morning. "You can come in now." She held the door open for him as he staggered forward into the sterile hospital wing.
"Hermione." He breathed, falling into a chair next to her bed. "Is she okay?" He asked.
"She'll be fine. But what about Potter over there?" she indicated Harry, asleep, on the floor.
"Just let him wake up, he'll be fine." Ron murmured as he moved his chair up to Hermione's head and took her soft pale hand in his rough tanned one.
Malfoy snuck into the hospital wing the next night and saw Weasley asleep next to Hermione, his hand clasped tightly in hers.
"Damn Weasley's." He said aloud. Malfoy continued into the operating room. Within thirty seconds he had found the tiny, magically preserved, premature embryo.
He took it and was gone.
Ron watched as Hermione's eyes fluttered open for the first time in three days.
"Hermione?" He whispered, gripping her hand tightly.
"Ron?" she mumbled. "Ron, I'm so tired." She yawned. Ron said nothing. "Ron, why are you here?" she started to sit up but her head hurt too much and she had to lie back again.
"I know what happened," He started softly. "And I'm so sorry that it did."
"Ron, it's my fault. I should have---" but Ron cut her off.
"I did it Hermione. I was snogging with Lavender, not you."
"Why were you kissing her anyway?" She asked indignantly.
"I don't know. One too many butterbeers probably."
"Oh." She replied. They were quiet for a moment and then, "I'm sorry---" she began, but Ron had kissed her and she quieted.
"Marry me." He whispered to her when he had pulled away.
"What? Ron, we can't-"
"Shh," He put his finger to her lips. "Marry me Hermione. After we graduate. Think about it, we can have a summer wedding." His nose brushed against hers.
"Ron," she smiled. "We're so young, we can't get married."
"Yes we can! I've been thinking about it for the past three days and we can. I'll be eighteen and you're seventeen, and it's legal to be married at seventeen in the wizarding world at seventeen." He paused. "I love you Hermione, will marry me?"
"My parents are going to be so mad." She said, draping her arms around his neck.
"Yes? Is that a yes?" his face lit up.
"Yes, you idiot, yes." She pulled him to her and kissed him passionately.
At the doorway, Harry smiled.
MondayAfter Lunch
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out of their Transfiguration class and were made their way down to Potions. The Slytherins were already waiting for them.
"I heard that mudblood whore got herself pregnant, and it wasn't Weasley. Not surprising though. Like Weasley could ever get any action from anyone. " Malfoy said loudly when he saw the three of them approach the dungeon. "Even Granger." All of the Slytherins laughed, Pansy Parkinson the loudest of all.
"What did you say Malfoy?" Ron growled.
"You heard me Weasley." He snarled back.
"Say it again Malfoy, I dare you." Ron dropped his books and stepped closer to Malfoy.
"No Ron." He heard Hermione whisper behind him. He chose not to hear her.
"Someone got the mudblood whore pregnant and it wasn't you." He repeated venomously.
Ron took off his robes and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, as did Malfoy.
"No Draco," Pansy whined, grabbing hold of his arm.
"Get off Pansy." He snapped, pushing her into a group of Slytherin girls.
"Don't do this." Hermione repeated more urgently.
"Watch me." And Ron launched himself at Malfoy, neither bothering with their wands.
Malfoy was slammed into the wall, Ron's hands gripping his shirt. Malfoy grabbed hold of Ron's collar and thrust him against the adjacent wall. Ron managed to pull himself away from Malfoy's grip but with one quick step over Malfoy had punched him in the stomach. He staggered backward and then, with deafening accuracy, smashed his fist into Malfoy's jaw.
Ron heard a satisfying crack as his fist made contact.
Malfoy knew immediately that his jaw was broken, but he didn't let that stop him. Malfoy regained his balance and took a leap at Ron. Knocking him to the ground. Ron got in another strong punch before Malfoy had a chance to fight back.
Crabbe and Goyle caught sight of this and immediately pulled out their wands.
But Harry saw this and he too drew his wand. "Leave them be." He directed. Crabbe and Goyle then turned on him.
"Leave them be." He heard Seamus repeat behind him. Harry glanced back to see the rest of the Gryffindor seventh years behind him their wands drawn. Even Neville.
"What is going on here?" Professor Snape demanded, coming up behind him with impeccable timing. "Fifty points from Gryffindor!" he directed at Harry and his fellow Gryffindors. "Mr. Malfoy!" Snape tried to pull Malfoy off of Ron but failed miserably. Malfoy pulled free from him immediately and punched Ron in the back of the head, causing him to crash face first into the wall.
Ron was knocked out.
"Five points from Slytherin, Draco. No fighting in the corridors."
A/N: Sorry if the fight sounds odd, any offered help can be e-mailed to me at Drakesgrl04@aol.com. Or you can REVIEW and help out. Thanks! ~~K.L. Spitfire~~