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* A/N * Are we ready to meet the Grangers? Hmmm . . . I promise it will be intense!!! Ok, so onto the reviews! I know I said I would wait until I had forty reviews, but I got bored, so here it is anyway. Please review anyway though!!! I really super love it when people review!!! It makes my day!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ALL MY REVIWERS!!!! You are all beyond superbly amazing!!! I really appreciate the support. Oh and sickyoungchick - I know that I don't talk about Voldemort, but thins takes place in their Seventh Year. In this story (I probably should have mentioned this already, but it never really came up in the story) They defeated Voldemort in their Sixth Year. Also, I'll try and refrain from the 'dude'. THANK YOU ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!!!!!
Chapter Eight: The Grangers
"Hermione! Harry! What a nice surprise! Come on into the kitchen, I've just made a nice warm chocolate cake!" Mrs. Granger met them cheerily as soon as they came out of the fire. Harry couldn't help thinking that she was doing this solely to make the conversation they were about to face.
"No thanks, Mum. We're not really hungry." Said Hermione as they walked into the kitchen. Mr. Granger put down his paper at the sound of two extra pairs of feet.
"Well, Hermione! Harry! How are you two doing? What a nice surprise!"
"That's exactly what I said! Isn't that funny." Mrs. Granger said with a huge smile, cutting them gigantic pieces of cake despite their refusal.
"Actually, we had something we wanted to discuss with you two, if that's all right." Harry said, pulling Hermione from the doorframe she was clinging to desperately.
"Well, of course." Said Mrs. Granger, pulling off her apron and sitting next to her husband. Harry started to feel as nervous as Hermione looked, even though they weren't his parents. They just looked so happy and unaware in their warm cozy kitchen eating homemade chocolate cake. Harry was beginning to feel like he was telling Mrs. Weasley, his dear surrogate mother, that he had impregnated her daughter, not Hermione. The Grangers smiled with slight confusion.
"Go ahead, kids." Said Mrs. Granger after a moment of silence. Harry patted Hermione's leg under the table.
"Well, we have big news." Harry started. The Granger's smiles doubled; Harry suddenly needed to throw up.
"Yes . . . we . . ." Hermione tried to speak.
"You see Hermione is - " Neither of them seemed to be able to do it. An awkward silence filled he room.
"Hermione is what?" Mr. Granger said, with great concern.
"With child." Hermione blurted out. With child? Had she really just used the phrase 'with child'?
"Excuse me?" said Mr. Granger, rather curtly.
"I'm pregnant, Daddy." Harry had never heard Hermione's voice so small. Mrs. Granger started fanning her face with a napkin.
"You are pregnant?" His voice was defiantly cold that time. It was amazing how he could pack every bit of horrible disappointment in each overly annunciated word. Hermione was squeezing Harry's hand so tightly he felt it was going to burst.
"Is this your doing, young man?" Mrs. Granger added, lacking all the warmth from a few minutes ago.
"Yes, ma'am." Harry answered, surprised at how small his voice was also. The silence that filled the room following Harry's response was so loaded Harry was tempted to make a break for the fire.
"Well, what do you plan to do about this situation?"
"We . . ." Hermione started, but lost courage under her parent's hard stares.
"We are going to have the baby." Harry finished.
"We?" Mrs. Granger stood up. "Are you going to carry it? Are you going to give birth to it? How dare you get my daughter into this kind of trouble!" Mrs. Granger was shaking with anger. Hermione stood up.
"Harry didn't get me into trouble, Mum - " Harry stood up and stopped Hermione from finishing the sentence. He loved that she was standing up for him, but he would rather that her parents hate him than be mad at her.
"Let's go, Mione. We've told them, I think they might want some time to think it over." Before Hermione could respond, Harry led her to the fire and threw the powder in. Hermione was whisked back to Hogwarts. Harry hesitated before going back. He went back into the kitchen.
"Hermione is going to make a wonderful mother, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances, but I love your daughter. We are going to get married. We are going to have a family. And we are going to do these things not because we a mistake, but because we love each other. The only thing that was affected by this pregnancy is the timing of all those things. I don't need you to forgive me, love me or even like me. But Hermione is your daughter, who loves you, and you love her. Please forgive her for everything. If you need to place blame, blame me, please. Not Hermione." Harry said all this in an out of bodily calm voice. No one spoke for a moment.
"Fine." Mr. Granger finally broke the silence. "I don't mean fine I will blame you. I mean that I believe you love my daughter. I give you my permission to marry her."
"Thank you, sir. And . . . I'm sorry." A hiss from the fireplace told them that Hermione was back.
"Harry?" Hermione made her way back into the kitchen, wondering why Harry never made it back to school.
"Hermione, Harry had a little talk with us." Mrs. Granger stated simply. Hermione looked at Harry uncertainly. "He made it clear that you are keeping this child because you love each other, not because you made a mistake. I believe him."
"Since those are the circumstances, we give you are blessing in doing so." Mrs. Granger finished. Hermione smiled.
"Really?" Mr. and Mrs. Granger smiled also.
"Really." Hermione walked over to her parents and enveloped them into a family hug. After a moment they opened their arms up for Harry to join them. He was, after all, soon to be part of the family.
*~*~*~*~*
"My God, I hope everything is okay." Ron and Lavender watched the fireplace on the edge of their seats.
"What did Hermione say when she came in?" Lavender asked Ron.
"She was really vague. She kept saying everything was over, and wondering where Harry was. Then she ran back into the fire." Ron answered. They waited another moment in silence, before Lavender slid off the arm of the couch onto Ron.
"If we are going to wait here, we might as well pass the time." She said mischievously, wrapping her legs around Ron's torso. Ron grinned.
"Our friends are pregnant, and just about to come back from telling their parents, and all you can think about is snogging." Ron shook his head as he jokingly chastised Lavender.
"Mmmm . . . I am such a bad girl, aren't I?" Lavender leaned in and kissed Ron. After a few moments, Lavender pulled back, distracted.
"What is it, Hon? I thought you were the one so eager to - "
"My parents would kill me you know. We can't let it happen."
"What are you talking about, Lav?"
"I can't get pregnant. You know that right? It's not just my parents, either. I don't want a baby right now. I'm just seventeen!"
"Calm down, Lav! You are not getting pregnant! I don't want a baby now either! I am also just seventeen. Don't worry." Ron pulled Lavender into him for a long hug.
"Promise?" Lavender asked in a muffled voice, her face buried in Ron's chest.
"Promise." Ron ran his hands through Lavender's hair and held her close.
* A/N * That's all for chapter eight! I'll try and get nine up as soon as possible.
* A/N * Are we ready to meet the Grangers? Hmmm . . . I promise it will be intense!!! Ok, so onto the reviews! I know I said I would wait until I had forty reviews, but I got bored, so here it is anyway. Please review anyway though!!! I really super love it when people review!!! It makes my day!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ALL MY REVIWERS!!!! You are all beyond superbly amazing!!! I really appreciate the support. Oh and sickyoungchick - I know that I don't talk about Voldemort, but thins takes place in their Seventh Year. In this story (I probably should have mentioned this already, but it never really came up in the story) They defeated Voldemort in their Sixth Year. Also, I'll try and refrain from the 'dude'. THANK YOU ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!!!!!
Chapter Eight: The Grangers
"Hermione! Harry! What a nice surprise! Come on into the kitchen, I've just made a nice warm chocolate cake!" Mrs. Granger met them cheerily as soon as they came out of the fire. Harry couldn't help thinking that she was doing this solely to make the conversation they were about to face.
"No thanks, Mum. We're not really hungry." Said Hermione as they walked into the kitchen. Mr. Granger put down his paper at the sound of two extra pairs of feet.
"Well, Hermione! Harry! How are you two doing? What a nice surprise!"
"That's exactly what I said! Isn't that funny." Mrs. Granger said with a huge smile, cutting them gigantic pieces of cake despite their refusal.
"Actually, we had something we wanted to discuss with you two, if that's all right." Harry said, pulling Hermione from the doorframe she was clinging to desperately.
"Well, of course." Said Mrs. Granger, pulling off her apron and sitting next to her husband. Harry started to feel as nervous as Hermione looked, even though they weren't his parents. They just looked so happy and unaware in their warm cozy kitchen eating homemade chocolate cake. Harry was beginning to feel like he was telling Mrs. Weasley, his dear surrogate mother, that he had impregnated her daughter, not Hermione. The Grangers smiled with slight confusion.
"Go ahead, kids." Said Mrs. Granger after a moment of silence. Harry patted Hermione's leg under the table.
"Well, we have big news." Harry started. The Granger's smiles doubled; Harry suddenly needed to throw up.
"Yes . . . we . . ." Hermione tried to speak.
"You see Hermione is - " Neither of them seemed to be able to do it. An awkward silence filled he room.
"Hermione is what?" Mr. Granger said, with great concern.
"With child." Hermione blurted out. With child? Had she really just used the phrase 'with child'?
"Excuse me?" said Mr. Granger, rather curtly.
"I'm pregnant, Daddy." Harry had never heard Hermione's voice so small. Mrs. Granger started fanning her face with a napkin.
"You are pregnant?" His voice was defiantly cold that time. It was amazing how he could pack every bit of horrible disappointment in each overly annunciated word. Hermione was squeezing Harry's hand so tightly he felt it was going to burst.
"Is this your doing, young man?" Mrs. Granger added, lacking all the warmth from a few minutes ago.
"Yes, ma'am." Harry answered, surprised at how small his voice was also. The silence that filled the room following Harry's response was so loaded Harry was tempted to make a break for the fire.
"Well, what do you plan to do about this situation?"
"We . . ." Hermione started, but lost courage under her parent's hard stares.
"We are going to have the baby." Harry finished.
"We?" Mrs. Granger stood up. "Are you going to carry it? Are you going to give birth to it? How dare you get my daughter into this kind of trouble!" Mrs. Granger was shaking with anger. Hermione stood up.
"Harry didn't get me into trouble, Mum - " Harry stood up and stopped Hermione from finishing the sentence. He loved that she was standing up for him, but he would rather that her parents hate him than be mad at her.
"Let's go, Mione. We've told them, I think they might want some time to think it over." Before Hermione could respond, Harry led her to the fire and threw the powder in. Hermione was whisked back to Hogwarts. Harry hesitated before going back. He went back into the kitchen.
"Hermione is going to make a wonderful mother, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances, but I love your daughter. We are going to get married. We are going to have a family. And we are going to do these things not because we a mistake, but because we love each other. The only thing that was affected by this pregnancy is the timing of all those things. I don't need you to forgive me, love me or even like me. But Hermione is your daughter, who loves you, and you love her. Please forgive her for everything. If you need to place blame, blame me, please. Not Hermione." Harry said all this in an out of bodily calm voice. No one spoke for a moment.
"Fine." Mr. Granger finally broke the silence. "I don't mean fine I will blame you. I mean that I believe you love my daughter. I give you my permission to marry her."
"Thank you, sir. And . . . I'm sorry." A hiss from the fireplace told them that Hermione was back.
"Harry?" Hermione made her way back into the kitchen, wondering why Harry never made it back to school.
"Hermione, Harry had a little talk with us." Mrs. Granger stated simply. Hermione looked at Harry uncertainly. "He made it clear that you are keeping this child because you love each other, not because you made a mistake. I believe him."
"Since those are the circumstances, we give you are blessing in doing so." Mrs. Granger finished. Hermione smiled.
"Really?" Mr. and Mrs. Granger smiled also.
"Really." Hermione walked over to her parents and enveloped them into a family hug. After a moment they opened their arms up for Harry to join them. He was, after all, soon to be part of the family.
*~*~*~*~*
"My God, I hope everything is okay." Ron and Lavender watched the fireplace on the edge of their seats.
"What did Hermione say when she came in?" Lavender asked Ron.
"She was really vague. She kept saying everything was over, and wondering where Harry was. Then she ran back into the fire." Ron answered. They waited another moment in silence, before Lavender slid off the arm of the couch onto Ron.
"If we are going to wait here, we might as well pass the time." She said mischievously, wrapping her legs around Ron's torso. Ron grinned.
"Our friends are pregnant, and just about to come back from telling their parents, and all you can think about is snogging." Ron shook his head as he jokingly chastised Lavender.
"Mmmm . . . I am such a bad girl, aren't I?" Lavender leaned in and kissed Ron. After a few moments, Lavender pulled back, distracted.
"What is it, Hon? I thought you were the one so eager to - "
"My parents would kill me you know. We can't let it happen."
"What are you talking about, Lav?"
"I can't get pregnant. You know that right? It's not just my parents, either. I don't want a baby right now. I'm just seventeen!"
"Calm down, Lav! You are not getting pregnant! I don't want a baby now either! I am also just seventeen. Don't worry." Ron pulled Lavender into him for a long hug.
"Promise?" Lavender asked in a muffled voice, her face buried in Ron's chest.
"Promise." Ron ran his hands through Lavender's hair and held her close.
* A/N * That's all for chapter eight! I'll try and get nine up as soon as possible.