A/N- Please Review and tell me what you think about this. It is my first Harry Potter fic!

Disclaimer- Harry Potter isn't mine

 Hermione Granger leaned against the stall, her entire weight on the cool metal sides. Slowly she sank down to the floor, grabbing her belly.

"Hi baby...you know I already love you, right? Now how am I going to tell your daddy? Don't worry, baby, I won't let anything happen to you. Now, sweetie, are you a girl or a boy? I don't' if I want to know. Let's go see daddy and Harry, huh? We'll be fine, you'll always have your mummy."

Hermione got up, flushed the toilet and took a deep breath. Smoothing her hair, Hermione opened the stall door and walked out of the bathroom. The Gryfindor common room was nearly empty when Hermione got there. There were a few first years and group of sixth years. Ron and Harry were the only seventh years left.

"Hi guys."

"Hey, were almost done."

At that moment Ron's queen knocked the head off of Harry's king.

Hermione had a sinking feeling that the king's fate was going to be hers.

"'Mione, you okay? You look sick."

"Just a bit hungry. Don't' worry Harry."

Ron commanded the chess set to repair itself and put itself away.

"Let's go." Ron said, apparently very hungry

Hermione silently scoffed and nearly laughed at the irony of it; he was also very hungry once before.

Dinner was filled with the usual conversation about classes and such. Ron was talking about how Charlie was going to bring home this girl he met in Romania.

Hermione was glad that the house elves had made green snap pea salad. She usually was a light eater but she couldn't seem to get enough of the salad tonight.

"Hungry much?" Ron asked, smiling at her

Hermione wondered how on Earth Ron was so blind about everything. It seemed to her a bit obvious, but then again, she reasoned, why would he be picking up on all the little things?

After finishing her fourth helping of green snap pea salad, Hermione felt sick.

"I don't' feel all that great guys."

"After how much you ate I" not surprised."

"I'm going for a walk by the lake then. You guys are welcome to come."

Not that they needed the exercise. Harry had gown very muscular over the years due to his quiddich training. Ron too had filled out nicely and was very toned. His training wasn't as intense as Harry's but he none the less made up for it with the weight set that Hermione had given him two birthdays ago. She always thought it was a shame that the robes that were required covered up their excellent physiques.

"Sure, count me in." Harry said, getting up off of the bench

"I would Hermione, but I have to work on this stupid chart of Divination. See ya later though?"

"Yeah, later."

Hermione got up and with Harry stated out to the grounds.

The mid-spring buds were out and their smell was thick in the air.

"Hermione, please don't lie to me." Harry said as soon as he was out of the castle's earshot. "What's wrong? You've been a bit off the past few weeks."

"You're my best friend right?"

"Yeah, you know you can tell me anything."

Hermione was silent for a moment. While she was mentally phrasing her answer, she gazed out on the lake, watching the giant squid glide effortlessly across the surface.

"Harry, I'm...I'm pregnant."

Harry's jaw dropped and he stopped walking.

"Did you tell Viktor yet?"

"No...he..uhmmm... we haven't..."

"Hermione then how? If isn't Viktor and it's not me and it's.."

"Ron" she said cutting him off, tears pooling in her eyes

"What? When?"

"After the team beat Slytherin seven weeks ago. W e got heavy in to drink and...well, we're having a baby.

"So that explains a lot."

"Yep, why I all a sudden have acne, why my face is so full, why I've been dying for green snap pea salad, my little mood swing this morning."

"The being late for breakfast?"
"Morning sickness."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No, I just cast the spell before I got you and Ron for dinner. You're the only one that I've told."

They walked in silence for a few moments, each trying to find the right words to say to one another.

"So what are you going to do now, 'Mione?"

"I'm not sure really. I was thinking that after I talk to Ron, we might work something out where I go and live at the Burrow. Don't know if that house can hold the baby and me but we'll be fine. Maybe Ron can live in the Muggle world."

"Ron's going to be with you on this, if you're worried about that."

"I know he will...it's just telling him, telling my parents, telling Viktor. That's going to be that hard part."

"Viktor, he's a good person, Hermione, he'll do good by you."

"I cheated on him when I was drunk with one of my best friends. That's not the easiest thing to explain."

"Hermione, I am always going to be here for you, and since I'm staying in the wizarding world after I graduate, my place is open for you."

"Thank you, Harry." she said, kissing his forehead lightly

"Now we'd better get you up to Ron, shouldn't we?"

"Yeah, I should."

Harry took her hand and gave it a little squeeze as they made their way back up to the castle. What was done was done and this baby was the future.