NOTE: Hmm… I know… this is really odd and messed up, not like Hermione… or so we thought… HEHEHE!!! Sorry about not updating for a while, my MS word was down for a LONG time!

            "Miss Granger," Dumbledore started in his hoarse voice, "Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall has just given me the news. I'm very disappointed in you. Please lets hurry along to my office." Dumbledore speeded accelerated his pace. They were walking for about five minutes when they all stopped at the entrance to Dumbledore's office. "Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans." The sculpture (which was the entrance to his office) opened up and reviled a large circular office. Hermione was in awe of all the relics and old Wizarding tools located there. Up on a shelf was the sorting hat, grumbling something about the new Sorting Hat song which he changes every year. Dumbledore was approaching his titanic desk which was full of papers and ornaments which she had never seen before.  "Miss Granger, please take a seat at my desk." Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey and McGonagall had already taken seat around the outsized desk. "Hermione, Dumbledore stared, "Professor McGonagall here tells me you are pregnant, isn't that correct?" Hermione looked down in shame and said nothing. Madam Pomfrey answered for her.

            "Yes headmaster, she is." Hermione winced when she said that, she couldn't believe that she was pregnant.

            "Hermione, who is the father?"

            Hermione looked at him and said, "I don't know…"

            "What?"

            "I don't know who the father is!" she said rather loudly (she was trying to hold her tears in and it came out that way). "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

            "Hermione, calm down."

            "How can I Headmaster?! I'm freaking pregnant!" Hermione was afraid. Her hands were clammy, she was shaky and confused.

            "Hermione, think hard who is the father."

            "DAMN IT! I AM TIRED OF YOU PEOPLE ASKING ME THIS! I DON'T KNOW! DON'T YOU GET IT?! I DON'T KNOW!!!" The three adults looked at her in awe. They had never seen Hermione act in this manner, and needless to say, they were afraid. It took a long time for someone to speak. Dumbledore finally did.

            "Well, Hermione, please come to my office sometime in the morning, I think you need some rest." Hermione got up with out saying good-bye and left the Headmaster's office. She stormed down the hallways furious with her self. A boy was walking down a corridor and she bumped into him and she didn't even say she was sorry, very unlike her. Hermione finally reached the common room, "Acromantula" the portiere of the fat lady swung open. Hermione didn't want to see anybody so she tried to run into the girl's dormitory without being seen by anyone. It was too late Harry came running up to her.

            "Hermione, what's going on? Tell me I'm worried about you baby!" Harry looked desperate, so innocent. Hermione couldn't bring herself to tell him what happened, although she knew she would eventually. Hermione's head was down; Harry put his hand under her chin and lifted her face up so he could see her. "Hermione," he started, "you've been crying."

            "I hurt my arm… I had to go to the hospital wing and get it fixed, it hurt." She lied.

            "Hmm… I'm guessing you're better now so, where did you go with Dumbledore, Pomfrey and McGonagall?"

            "Talking about classes." Harry looked perplexed.

            "Then why did Pomfrey go?"

            Hermione panicked and tried to think of something to say. "Uhh, it was about safety for the class…"

            "Ohhh…  I see now… Hey Hermione, you know how we have a game tomorrow, we got some wine for a pre-victory party, want some?"

            "No thanks Harry."

            "That's odd; you never give up some good wine."

            "Harry I really don't want any now, I'm kinda tired so I'm going to go to sleep." Hermione turned and started to her dorm.

            "Hey you're not going to bed without giving me a good-night kiss are you?" Harry walked towards her and he wrapped his arms around her. They came in closer and kissed. "Good-night."

            "Good-night" She ran to her dormitory so Harry couldn't see her cry. How would she go on if Harry wasn't the father? She loves him so much, she doesn't wan to hurt his feelings, break his hart, what is she to do?