"Mum? Don't you think you've had enough?" Hermione asked her mother.
After Hermione had blurted out the news, her mother had left the table and grabbed a wine glass and a bottle. She went into the den and sat on the couch, followed by her husband. They didn't even finish eating. Harry and Hermione had followed and now they were all sitting in the den, trying to avoid each other's eyes.
Hermione's mum had poured the wine into the glass to the brim, but didn't drink from it . . . instead she drank from the bottle. The bottle was just barely empty by now.
"Now, please tell me what you had stated earlier, Hermione?" Her mother said, putting down the bottle. Her dad kept shooting dirty looks of hatred at Harry, who didn't dare sit next to Hermione. Instead he sat in the chair in the corner.
"I said 'I'm pregnant'." Hermione looked at Harry for support, but he avoided her eyes.
Her mother took another gulp from the bottle. "Can you explain this?" She shouted. "How dare you, Hermione Elizabeth Granger! Haven't we taught you better?" Hermione sat in silence, starring at the floor.
"Hermione, you're mother asked you a question! Answer right now, God Dammit!" Mr. Granger stood up and began pacing the room.
"Well, its kind of a long story."
"I don't care how damn long it is! Tell us how you broke the most important rule in this house."
"It's not all her fault, sir, I had." Her father walked over to Harry and pointed a sturdy at his face, inches from his nose.
"You shut up. We'll deal with you later." He walked back over and sat next to his wife, who by now had drained the wine bottle, along with the glass.
"Well, my house was having party in the common room . . . and Seamus Finnigan brought some drinks . . . we were drunk and." Her mother let out a loud scream.
"What?!?! You were drunk too? You broke the two of our biggest rules on the same night?"
"Yes, let me finish."
"Don't talk back to your mother, young lady." Her father had walked over during this part and slapped her hard across the face. Harry jumped up to comfort his girlfriend, but Mr. Granger pushed him back in the chair.
"Daniel, there's no need for that." Mrs. Granger pleaded from the couch. Mr. Granger walked over and sat back down.
"As I was saying, we were drunk and I got into a kissing contest with Ginny Weasley, and somehow I managed to lead Harry upstairs to his dorm." The look on her mother's face was that of pure horror, along with her father's.
"Harry, why don't you go pack?" Mrs. Granger said calmly. Hermione looked at Harry and he looked back. After what seemed like forever, Harry broke the gaze and slowly trudged upstairs.
Instead of going all the way up, Harry sat on the stairs to listen to what was going to happen to Hermione.
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"I knew that boy was no good, from the moment he entered this house." Both of her parent's were pacing back and forth in front of Hermione.
"But Mum! He loves me!" she shouted. "And I love him." She whispered the last part.
"Excuse me? Did you just say that you love him? Because from what I can see is that he just wanted to get you in bed."
"I got him in bed, not the other way around!" Hermione stood up to face her father. "He's different from all the other guys in this pathetic world.
"Hermione! They're all the same! I knew that he was up to no good; just by the way he looked. Guys make themselves attractive to girls to get them pregnant, and then they leave the girl to have the baby all alone."
"You're wrong about him, Mum. He's different. If Harry is like you said he was, he would have left already."
"Trust me, that's not what they do. They wait around for a while, until just before the baby's born, then they leave with the girl they have behind your back."
"How can you be so sure?" Hermione screamed. She sat back on the couch and put her head in her hands.
"Because that's what your father did to me!" She screamed as loud as she could.
Hermione looked up. "What?"
"Daniel is not your real father. Your real father left me with a prostitute he found on the street a week before you were born. I met Daniel a few months later, and I let you grow up thinking he was your father. I was trying to teach you that you should only have a baby if you were married."
"How could you?" Hermione stood back up and faced her mother this time. "If you want to think that about Harry, you do that! And if he leaves.I leave!" She screamed and ran upstairs, crying.
She tripped and fell on Harry, for she didn't see him sitting there. She stood up and grabbed his hand.
"C'mon." She led him to his room. "Start packing, we have to leave before they come upstairs." She left to her room to pack. Harry pulled out his trunk from under the bed and started throwing his clothes into it. Hermione came into his room with a small bag and a tattered old book in her arms. She dropped them and found herself in a warm hug. Hermione cried into Harry's shoulder. They let go when they heard feet coming up the stairs.
Hermione's parents stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom. Harry and Hermione stood starring back at them, holding hands.
"Mione, I know this is a hard time for you . . . for both of us, but I have a question to ask you." He turned to face her, taking her other hand.
"What Harry? Will it help me get out of this hell of a house that doesn't even contain my real parents?" She shot her mother a dirty look and turned back to Harry.
"It might. I overheard your mother saying that you should only have children if you are married. . . so . . . Hermione, will you marry me?"
The End
A/N: did you really think I was going to leave you hanging like this? NO WAY!! I'm writing a sequel that might have the answer to your question. There is a sequel now posted and its called "Not an Accident". Please read and review that too! And tell your friends about it! and this one too. I'll say it's the sequel in the summary. Thank you for reviewing! I luv you all!!!!!! Blah gurl
After Hermione had blurted out the news, her mother had left the table and grabbed a wine glass and a bottle. She went into the den and sat on the couch, followed by her husband. They didn't even finish eating. Harry and Hermione had followed and now they were all sitting in the den, trying to avoid each other's eyes.
Hermione's mum had poured the wine into the glass to the brim, but didn't drink from it . . . instead she drank from the bottle. The bottle was just barely empty by now.
"Now, please tell me what you had stated earlier, Hermione?" Her mother said, putting down the bottle. Her dad kept shooting dirty looks of hatred at Harry, who didn't dare sit next to Hermione. Instead he sat in the chair in the corner.
"I said 'I'm pregnant'." Hermione looked at Harry for support, but he avoided her eyes.
Her mother took another gulp from the bottle. "Can you explain this?" She shouted. "How dare you, Hermione Elizabeth Granger! Haven't we taught you better?" Hermione sat in silence, starring at the floor.
"Hermione, you're mother asked you a question! Answer right now, God Dammit!" Mr. Granger stood up and began pacing the room.
"Well, its kind of a long story."
"I don't care how damn long it is! Tell us how you broke the most important rule in this house."
"It's not all her fault, sir, I had." Her father walked over to Harry and pointed a sturdy at his face, inches from his nose.
"You shut up. We'll deal with you later." He walked back over and sat next to his wife, who by now had drained the wine bottle, along with the glass.
"Well, my house was having party in the common room . . . and Seamus Finnigan brought some drinks . . . we were drunk and." Her mother let out a loud scream.
"What?!?! You were drunk too? You broke the two of our biggest rules on the same night?"
"Yes, let me finish."
"Don't talk back to your mother, young lady." Her father had walked over during this part and slapped her hard across the face. Harry jumped up to comfort his girlfriend, but Mr. Granger pushed him back in the chair.
"Daniel, there's no need for that." Mrs. Granger pleaded from the couch. Mr. Granger walked over and sat back down.
"As I was saying, we were drunk and I got into a kissing contest with Ginny Weasley, and somehow I managed to lead Harry upstairs to his dorm." The look on her mother's face was that of pure horror, along with her father's.
"Harry, why don't you go pack?" Mrs. Granger said calmly. Hermione looked at Harry and he looked back. After what seemed like forever, Harry broke the gaze and slowly trudged upstairs.
Instead of going all the way up, Harry sat on the stairs to listen to what was going to happen to Hermione.
~~~~*~~~~
"I knew that boy was no good, from the moment he entered this house." Both of her parent's were pacing back and forth in front of Hermione.
"But Mum! He loves me!" she shouted. "And I love him." She whispered the last part.
"Excuse me? Did you just say that you love him? Because from what I can see is that he just wanted to get you in bed."
"I got him in bed, not the other way around!" Hermione stood up to face her father. "He's different from all the other guys in this pathetic world.
"Hermione! They're all the same! I knew that he was up to no good; just by the way he looked. Guys make themselves attractive to girls to get them pregnant, and then they leave the girl to have the baby all alone."
"You're wrong about him, Mum. He's different. If Harry is like you said he was, he would have left already."
"Trust me, that's not what they do. They wait around for a while, until just before the baby's born, then they leave with the girl they have behind your back."
"How can you be so sure?" Hermione screamed. She sat back on the couch and put her head in her hands.
"Because that's what your father did to me!" She screamed as loud as she could.
Hermione looked up. "What?"
"Daniel is not your real father. Your real father left me with a prostitute he found on the street a week before you were born. I met Daniel a few months later, and I let you grow up thinking he was your father. I was trying to teach you that you should only have a baby if you were married."
"How could you?" Hermione stood back up and faced her mother this time. "If you want to think that about Harry, you do that! And if he leaves.I leave!" She screamed and ran upstairs, crying.
She tripped and fell on Harry, for she didn't see him sitting there. She stood up and grabbed his hand.
"C'mon." She led him to his room. "Start packing, we have to leave before they come upstairs." She left to her room to pack. Harry pulled out his trunk from under the bed and started throwing his clothes into it. Hermione came into his room with a small bag and a tattered old book in her arms. She dropped them and found herself in a warm hug. Hermione cried into Harry's shoulder. They let go when they heard feet coming up the stairs.
Hermione's parents stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom. Harry and Hermione stood starring back at them, holding hands.
"Mione, I know this is a hard time for you . . . for both of us, but I have a question to ask you." He turned to face her, taking her other hand.
"What Harry? Will it help me get out of this hell of a house that doesn't even contain my real parents?" She shot her mother a dirty look and turned back to Harry.
"It might. I overheard your mother saying that you should only have children if you are married. . . so . . . Hermione, will you marry me?"
The End
A/N: did you really think I was going to leave you hanging like this? NO WAY!! I'm writing a sequel that might have the answer to your question. There is a sequel now posted and its called "Not an Accident". Please read and review that too! And tell your friends about it! and this one too. I'll say it's the sequel in the summary. Thank you for reviewing! I luv you all!!!!!! Blah gurl