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A Turn for the Worst
By blah gurl
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"It's still the same as when Ron and I came in here with the polyjuice potion in second year." Harry said as they entered the Slytherin common room. Hermione walked to the middle of the room.
"Hmm, no one here, but nice décor." She said sarcastically. "Should we check the dormitories?" Harry nodded and went off to the boys' side and Hermione went to the girls' side. A few minutes later and with no success, the two headed for the Gryffindor common room.
"You-know-who." Hermione said, to the same Fat Lady in the same portrait since they were there.
"Good afternoon, my dears. Ah, I see that you've finally come back, Mr. Potter. You know, Hermione here has been complain-"
"Thank you!" Hermione pulled the portrait open faster and climbed through before the Fat Lady could finish her thought.
"What was she talking about, Hermione?" Harry crossed his arms and stood in front of the staircase, blocking her from going to the dorm rooms.
"Nothing that concerns you, Harry. Excuse me, we need to report back to Dumbledore right away." Hermione tried to push past him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the couch, where he threw her down.
"Really, what was she talking about? Because if it concerns me, I have a right to know." He sat down next to her and held on to her wrist, so she couldn't get up.
"Okay, fine. She was saying that I have been complaining about how hard it is to take care of a child alone. But I didn't let her finish because I just found out last night that you had to do that too. Happy now?" She tried to stand up, but Harry pulled her back down.
"No, I'm not. Not until you kiss me, anyway."
"Yea, and that'll solve everything." She leaned in happily and pecked him on the lips.
"Ok, now that that's done, do you think we should keep searching for the missing students?" Harry said standing up.
"Well," Hermione stood up and faced him. She drummed her fingers across his muscular chest and gazed into his eyes. "You can't really be satisfied with that little kiss, now can you?" she asked innocently. Harry shook his head, confused about what was coming next. "See, I knew you couldn't be. Let's try another."
She pushed herself into him, lips and all. Her weight made Harry fall backwards onto the couch. Hermione lay on top of him, smoldering his lips with hers. The two lay tangled with each other, kissing every part of bare skin above their shoulders.
"MUM!"
"Dad?"
Hermione pushed herself off Harry and looked up. Adianna, Nick, and several other Gryffindor students stood in front of the portrait, starring at the two. Harry sat up, looking around.
"What are you doing?" Adianna said quietly. The rest of the students continued up to their dorms, but the two stayed behind to question their parents.
"Well, um, see, all of the students were petrified and we were just checking around for any unpetrified students."
"Looks to me like you guys were checking out each other's lips instead."
"Hey, watch it, young man." Harry said sternly to his son, standing up and straightening his robes. Hermione did the same, trying to comb her hair out with her fingers.
"Harry, do you think, um, is now a good time?" Hermione asked, not taking her eyes off the teenagers. She was breathing heavily, still trying to catch her breath from her little rendezvous on the couch a few minutes ago.
"Yea, now is a perfect time." He muttered from the corner of his mouth. "Nick, Miss Granger, would you please follow us?" Harry pointed to the portrait, motioning for them to go through it. Hermione and Harry followed.
"Um, maybe we should go to the Professors' quarters? No one can bother or overhear us there." Harry nodded hung back to walk with his son. Adianna ran to catch up with her mother.
"Mum! What was that? You just embarrassed yourself and me! Who is that anyway?" She flooded her mother with questions. Hermione just starred straight forward, walking quickly towards her quarters.
"Time for questions is later. Walk."
Behind them, Nick and Harry were having a similar conversation. "Dad, you do realize that was my professor and my girlfriend's mother, correct? I mean, what if it were a professor that walked in? You're an Auror!"
"Nicholas, this is not up for discussion in the hallways. Wait until we reach the professors' quarters." Harry said sternly, walking quickly.
They reached the portrait entrance to the Professors' Quarters and Hermione quickly said the password and was followed by Harry, Nick, and Adianna up to her apartment like room.
"Have a seat, the both of you." Hermione pointed to the couch. Nick and Adianna took a seat next to each other. Hermione began pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace and Harry just starred into the fire, breathing heavily.
"First of all, how did you suddenly get unpetrified?" Hermione asked, not stopping.
"Well, Dumbledore just cast a simple charm to break the spell. Anyway, that's not the point of this meeting thing!" Adianna shouted. Hermione stopped pacing and starred at her daughter.
"You will not take that tone of voice with me. We are here to discuss a simple occurrence like mature adults...all of us. First, let me introduce Nick's father to you. Adianna, Harry Potter."
"The Boy Who Lived? The actual Boy Who Lived! I can't believe that he's standing right in front of me! Nick! You didn't tell me that you're father's first name was Harry!"
"Was there a reason too?" Nick looked confused.
"Okay! To the point!" Harry shouted over his children's talking. "Adianna, Nick, we have some very important news to tell the both of you and we want you to take it like adults. Hermione?"
"Me? Why do I have to tell them?" Harry glared at her. Giving up, she spoke again. "Fine. Adianna, umm, I don't know how to say this." she sat down on the couch next to her daughter and took a hold of her hands. "Adianna, you know how you were always wondering who your father was? And how you asked everyone but no one would tell you?"
"What are you trying to say, Mum?" Adianna looked confused, as if trying to find the answer in her mother's eyes.
"Harry is your father."
"WHAT?!" Adianna jumped up from the couch and stepped away from her mother. "Harry Potter is my father?" she pointed at Harry. "That man standing right there is my father?"
Hermione stood up and slowly nodded her head. "Then that means that Nick...NICK IS MY BROTHER? AHHHH! I KISSED MY OWN BROTHER! ON THE LIPS! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THIS!"
"Adianna, calm down." Harry soothed, taking his daughter's hand. "I know that she didn't tell you because we never thought we would see each other again. I didn't even know about you when I got Nick's mother pregnant. I would've come back to take care of both of my children, but I didn't know you existed until last night."
"Dad, does that mean that you and Professor Granger were once married-"
"Still...still married." Harry hung his head. "I never signed the divorce papers, but I didn't tell Hermione until last night. So we've been married for sixteen years, yet we haven't seen each other for sixteen years."
"So, what are we supposed to do? Just go on living our lives, pretending that we never kissed? Pretending that we never liked each other? What is everyone else going to ask when suddenly we aren't dating and are acting like brother and sister?" Adianna shouted again. Nick stood up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Well, now I have a better excuse to love you. I have to...you're my sister."
Suddenly, Hermione stumbled over into a chair and threw up over the arm. "Hermione! Are you okay?" Harry rushed to her side. He touched her forehead to find that she was warm and extremely pale. "I'll take you to the hospital wing." He scooped her up in his arms, acting like she was a light as a feather.
"Mum? Are you okay?" Adianna and Nick closely followed Harry to the hospital wing, Adianna holding on to her mother's hand the whole way.
~~~~*~~~~
About a half hour later, Madam Pompfrey came out the door of the hospital wing to give Hermione's update to the three sitting in the hallway.
"Well, I have good news and bad news." She placed her hands on her apron. Adianna, Nick, and Harry stood as soon as she talked. "The good news is that she's just fine."
"And the bad?" Harry pressured.
"She's pregnant."
~~To be Continued~~
"It's still the same as when Ron and I came in here with the polyjuice potion in second year." Harry said as they entered the Slytherin common room. Hermione walked to the middle of the room.
"Hmm, no one here, but nice décor." She said sarcastically. "Should we check the dormitories?" Harry nodded and went off to the boys' side and Hermione went to the girls' side. A few minutes later and with no success, the two headed for the Gryffindor common room.
"You-know-who." Hermione said, to the same Fat Lady in the same portrait since they were there.
"Good afternoon, my dears. Ah, I see that you've finally come back, Mr. Potter. You know, Hermione here has been complain-"
"Thank you!" Hermione pulled the portrait open faster and climbed through before the Fat Lady could finish her thought.
"What was she talking about, Hermione?" Harry crossed his arms and stood in front of the staircase, blocking her from going to the dorm rooms.
"Nothing that concerns you, Harry. Excuse me, we need to report back to Dumbledore right away." Hermione tried to push past him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the couch, where he threw her down.
"Really, what was she talking about? Because if it concerns me, I have a right to know." He sat down next to her and held on to her wrist, so she couldn't get up.
"Okay, fine. She was saying that I have been complaining about how hard it is to take care of a child alone. But I didn't let her finish because I just found out last night that you had to do that too. Happy now?" She tried to stand up, but Harry pulled her back down.
"No, I'm not. Not until you kiss me, anyway."
"Yea, and that'll solve everything." She leaned in happily and pecked him on the lips.
"Ok, now that that's done, do you think we should keep searching for the missing students?" Harry said standing up.
"Well," Hermione stood up and faced him. She drummed her fingers across his muscular chest and gazed into his eyes. "You can't really be satisfied with that little kiss, now can you?" she asked innocently. Harry shook his head, confused about what was coming next. "See, I knew you couldn't be. Let's try another."
She pushed herself into him, lips and all. Her weight made Harry fall backwards onto the couch. Hermione lay on top of him, smoldering his lips with hers. The two lay tangled with each other, kissing every part of bare skin above their shoulders.
"MUM!"
"Dad?"
Hermione pushed herself off Harry and looked up. Adianna, Nick, and several other Gryffindor students stood in front of the portrait, starring at the two. Harry sat up, looking around.
"What are you doing?" Adianna said quietly. The rest of the students continued up to their dorms, but the two stayed behind to question their parents.
"Well, um, see, all of the students were petrified and we were just checking around for any unpetrified students."
"Looks to me like you guys were checking out each other's lips instead."
"Hey, watch it, young man." Harry said sternly to his son, standing up and straightening his robes. Hermione did the same, trying to comb her hair out with her fingers.
"Harry, do you think, um, is now a good time?" Hermione asked, not taking her eyes off the teenagers. She was breathing heavily, still trying to catch her breath from her little rendezvous on the couch a few minutes ago.
"Yea, now is a perfect time." He muttered from the corner of his mouth. "Nick, Miss Granger, would you please follow us?" Harry pointed to the portrait, motioning for them to go through it. Hermione and Harry followed.
"Um, maybe we should go to the Professors' quarters? No one can bother or overhear us there." Harry nodded hung back to walk with his son. Adianna ran to catch up with her mother.
"Mum! What was that? You just embarrassed yourself and me! Who is that anyway?" She flooded her mother with questions. Hermione just starred straight forward, walking quickly towards her quarters.
"Time for questions is later. Walk."
Behind them, Nick and Harry were having a similar conversation. "Dad, you do realize that was my professor and my girlfriend's mother, correct? I mean, what if it were a professor that walked in? You're an Auror!"
"Nicholas, this is not up for discussion in the hallways. Wait until we reach the professors' quarters." Harry said sternly, walking quickly.
They reached the portrait entrance to the Professors' Quarters and Hermione quickly said the password and was followed by Harry, Nick, and Adianna up to her apartment like room.
"Have a seat, the both of you." Hermione pointed to the couch. Nick and Adianna took a seat next to each other. Hermione began pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace and Harry just starred into the fire, breathing heavily.
"First of all, how did you suddenly get unpetrified?" Hermione asked, not stopping.
"Well, Dumbledore just cast a simple charm to break the spell. Anyway, that's not the point of this meeting thing!" Adianna shouted. Hermione stopped pacing and starred at her daughter.
"You will not take that tone of voice with me. We are here to discuss a simple occurrence like mature adults...all of us. First, let me introduce Nick's father to you. Adianna, Harry Potter."
"The Boy Who Lived? The actual Boy Who Lived! I can't believe that he's standing right in front of me! Nick! You didn't tell me that you're father's first name was Harry!"
"Was there a reason too?" Nick looked confused.
"Okay! To the point!" Harry shouted over his children's talking. "Adianna, Nick, we have some very important news to tell the both of you and we want you to take it like adults. Hermione?"
"Me? Why do I have to tell them?" Harry glared at her. Giving up, she spoke again. "Fine. Adianna, umm, I don't know how to say this." she sat down on the couch next to her daughter and took a hold of her hands. "Adianna, you know how you were always wondering who your father was? And how you asked everyone but no one would tell you?"
"What are you trying to say, Mum?" Adianna looked confused, as if trying to find the answer in her mother's eyes.
"Harry is your father."
"WHAT?!" Adianna jumped up from the couch and stepped away from her mother. "Harry Potter is my father?" she pointed at Harry. "That man standing right there is my father?"
Hermione stood up and slowly nodded her head. "Then that means that Nick...NICK IS MY BROTHER? AHHHH! I KISSED MY OWN BROTHER! ON THE LIPS! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THIS!"
"Adianna, calm down." Harry soothed, taking his daughter's hand. "I know that she didn't tell you because we never thought we would see each other again. I didn't even know about you when I got Nick's mother pregnant. I would've come back to take care of both of my children, but I didn't know you existed until last night."
"Dad, does that mean that you and Professor Granger were once married-"
"Still...still married." Harry hung his head. "I never signed the divorce papers, but I didn't tell Hermione until last night. So we've been married for sixteen years, yet we haven't seen each other for sixteen years."
"So, what are we supposed to do? Just go on living our lives, pretending that we never kissed? Pretending that we never liked each other? What is everyone else going to ask when suddenly we aren't dating and are acting like brother and sister?" Adianna shouted again. Nick stood up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Well, now I have a better excuse to love you. I have to...you're my sister."
Suddenly, Hermione stumbled over into a chair and threw up over the arm. "Hermione! Are you okay?" Harry rushed to her side. He touched her forehead to find that she was warm and extremely pale. "I'll take you to the hospital wing." He scooped her up in his arms, acting like she was a light as a feather.
"Mum? Are you okay?" Adianna and Nick closely followed Harry to the hospital wing, Adianna holding on to her mother's hand the whole way.
~~~~*~~~~
About a half hour later, Madam Pompfrey came out the door of the hospital wing to give Hermione's update to the three sitting in the hallway.
"Well, I have good news and bad news." She placed her hands on her apron. Adianna, Nick, and Harry stood as soon as she talked. "The good news is that she's just fine."
"And the bad?" Harry pressured.
"She's pregnant."
~~To be Continued~~