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"Shut up," Hermione hissed to Ginny, going pure white. The world went slightly fuzzy as she realised dimly what Ginny had just said. "…What with the baby on the way…"- it was so obvious, and everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room had heard. Looking around her she saw a mass of shocked and stunned faces. All was uncomfortably silent.
"I mean, well," Ginny gabbled but hung her head in shame. She had betrayed her best friend; yes it was accidental, but she had still done it. Parvati stood with her mouth hanging open, eyes goggling.
"You're pregnant, Hermione?" she audibly whispered. Hermione sighed and nodded. There was no point denying it now. Everyone gasped.
"Yes I'm pregnant," she said loudly, though there really was no need as everyone was hanging on to her words. "I'm four months pregnant, and I'm keeping the baby." The Room became abuzz with gossip and Hermione walked over to Harry, who had been joined with Ron. Harry looked shocked, confused and worried.
"Pregnant?" he stammered. "What? How? And… and who's the father?" Hermione glanced at Ron and the look she received meant that he was already in the know.
"Please don't say it's him," Ron growled. "Anyone but him!"
"Not in here," Hermione hissed, noticing everyone was staring again. She was resigned to having to explain it now. "Follow me."
Hermione grabbed them and pulled them away, out of the portrait and down the stairs until they were in the old Girls Bathroom that they used in the second year for brewing potions in. She collapsed onto an old lavatory as Harry and Ron stood above her. She felt sick with nerves. They weren't going to like it.
"It's his isn't it!" Ron cried, punching the wall in rage. The sound reverberated around the walls, making Hermione wince. She couldn't lose them, not again, not now, when she needed them the most...
"Let me explain," Hermione pleaded.
"How could you? I'd rather you be with anyone but him, especially because you know I love you! How could you do this? I love you so much and you're throwing it all away for this. It's just sick. How much of a git is he? A slimy git who you hated just as much as us until recently! You've betrayed me and Harry. You've betrayed yourself!" He went red and marched out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut as he went.
"What's going on Hermione?" Harry asked calmly, watching his friend leave. "And why did Ron say he loved you? Does he?"
"He says he does," Hermione said miserably. "He doesn't though. He deserves so much better than me. I'm a nasty, thoughtless, stupid little cow!" She sighed.
"No you're not," Harry said caringly, putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Get off me!" Hermione cried, pushing him off. "I AM nasty! I AM thoughtless! And I'm cruel. When you know what I've done Harry, you'll agree. I don't deserve you as friends, and I'm not saying it for attention. I don't want attention- you've got to leave me be, because when you know what's happened you won't want to be seen with me anymore!"
"Tell me."
Hermione took a deep breath. "This isn't easy. Alright, I understand when I tell you, you're going to be angry okay?" She looked at him unhappily. "Yes, I'm pregnant and I only found out yesterday. I've been pregnant since September, on the night of my birthday."
"I'll help you," Harry said immediately. "I meant what I said before, I can help you through this."
"But you can't!" Hermione wailed. "Oh, I'm so stupid. Why didn't I take precautions? Why did I do it in the first place?"
"Why didn't you, Hermione?" Harry asked, frowning. "I'm not digging at you, I just know you're really intelligent and you would usually."
"I don't know. It was like a spur of the moment thing and I was really drunk, and I- I thought that afterwards if I pretended it hadn't happened then it wouldn't be there. I blocked it from my mind and got on with life. I was so stupid that I didn't even let myself think of consequences." Hermione bowed her head in shame, struggling to find the words.
"But who's the dad?"
"That's the worst," Hermione answered sadly. "Malfoy."
"No way!"
"Yes way," Hermione cried. "Remember Ron asking me about why I left with him? Remember? I left with him and he took me outside and we had sex! We were just too drunk and it was so stupid, I don't even like him." Well, not a lie really, she thought. I don't anymore- at least I don't think so. She tried to forget Malfoy, as she'd forced herself to do ever since that fateful morning-after. The cruel rebuff she'd received had done everything to quell any thoughts of him.
"Oh my god." Harry ran his fingers through his untidy hair and looked at her with disappointment deep in his eyes. He looked hurt and raw. She had betrayed him, and he knew it. "How could you Hermione?" he spoke quietly but his words were flecked with anger.
"I just don't know," she said. "I just don't care either. This baby's mine, not anyone else's. Still, I'm going to have to cope with the consequences, whether I like it or not. I don't understand it and I don't expect you to either. What I do want you to know is how truly sorry I am."
"He hates me. He hates Ron and me. He ridicules us, bullies us, torments us and winds us up, insults us, degrades us and manipulates you. Hermione, I thought you were better than that." His words became louder and his anger worse. "You have turned out to be just another Wormtail." He turned to leave.
"No wait Harry!" she yelled. "I know you can't forgive me but if you can just-"
Slam.
Harry had gone.
Hermione shivered and wrapped her arms around her knees, her mouth quivering. "Everyone's leaving me except you," she whispered to herself, stroking her round belly. And Hermione crawled off the toilet and curled onto the floor. And cried and cried and cried until all her tears had left her, until all she had left was grief.
