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No one was in a hurry to get dressed the next morning. Everyone drug along. Including Percy who had been at the kitchen table weeping when everyone came down. Molly tried her best to comfort Percy but nothing worked. He wept and wept about being a jerk to his father and wishing he wouldn't have been so stupid and ignored him for a year.
Although Percy did manage to calm down before we entered the center in which the funeral was being held. Throughout the entire service there where loud quick sobs. But it got worse when those 7 children each gave a eulogy. Harry held me close because I was shaking because of my sobbing. Bill went first so he could hold his mother while the other 6 talked respectfully, lovingly and fondly of their departed father.
After the funeral we all gathered in the basement for a luncheon. And one certain family didn't get left un-noticed.
"Malfoy what in the bloody hell are you here for?" Ron snarled through his tears.
"My father worked with yours." Draco replied politely. "We are just paying our respects Weasley."
"My fath..."
"Ron stop." I hissed stopping in front of him. "Ron your father wouldn't want you fighting on a day like this."
Ron looked at me and walked away.
"You go after him Harry." I hissed at Harry knowing he was going to say something next.
Harry nodded and went after Ron.
"It is very much appreciated Draco that you are paying your respects. Even though you hated the Weasley's." I said smiling slightly through my tears.
"Marcus wanted to be here for you. But...but he said he probably wouldn't have been able to do much because no one knows."
I looked at my feet and blushed.
"Who knows Granger?" Draco hissed bringing my face up to look in his eyes.
"No one." I replied hoping he wouldn't see the lie in my eyes.
He did and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me upstairs.
"Who knows Hermione?" Draco growled letting go of my wrist.
"No one. I told you."
"I'm not stupid Granger. Who in the bloody hell knows?"
"Mrs. Weasley. I told Mrs. Weasley that I love Marcus bloody Flint." I wept.
"You...you love...love....you love him?" Draco stuttered.
"Yes and I will tell the whole god damn room if necessary." I replied staring at the floor.
"No that isn't necessary." Draco told me. "But I know Marcus will love to know..."
"You won't tell him." I barked. "You do and I swear to god that I'll cut your nuts off and keep them in a glass jar. Understand?"
"Understood." Draco said quietly. "Why don't you want him to know?"
"Because I'm not ready for anyone to know who I'm in love with."
"Expect Molly?"
"I can trust her." I snapped. "You think I can trust Harry and Ron not to freak out with something like this?"
"No but still your going to have to tell them sometime." Draco was being the voice of reason.
Damn he's making sense.
"What does she have to tell us sometime?" Ron asked.
I whipped around and saw Harry and Ron standing there.
"What do you mean?" I asked carefully.
"Malfoy said you have to tell us sometime." Harry spoke now. "What do you have to tell us."
"Nothing." I lied.
"Hermione if you can trust him over us I don't know if I can be your friend anymore." Ron spat. "I mean come on we've been your friends for 6 years. He's hated us for 6 years. And if you trust him than I don't trust you."
Then Ron walked away.
"He's right Hermione." Harry added.
"I know Harry." I sighed. "And I'm sorry, but right now there are some things Malfoy knows that he shouldn't and the only way for him to keep quiet is if I talk to him. Okay?"
Harry looked at Draco. And I stomped on Draco's foot just as she was about to protest.
"Just go Harry. I'll talk to you soon."
"Be careful Hermione." Harry whispered when he hugged me. "Please, please, please be careful."
"I will." I smiled and Harry walked in the same direction Ron did.
"So now what?" Draco asked.
"Go back to your parents." I said. "I'll talk to you later."
Then I walked back down into the basement where the Weasleys and Harry where waiting.
"We're going to go now Mione." Harry informed me.
I nodded and flooed back to the Burrow. When we got there, there was a letter in Percy's hands.
"This is for you two." Percy said handing the envelope to Harry.
Harry opened it and I watched his bright green eyes scan over it.
"Why have to go back to Hogwarts now." Harry said in a defeated voice.
"Okay. I'll go get my trunk." I said and headed up the stairs.
When I got done packing I brought my trunk down and dropped it by the fireplace. Harry was still standing there re-reading the letter.
"Harry it's not going to change no matter how much you look at it. And besides it doesn't contain anything you need to worry about." I said. "So get your stuff and lets go."
Harry shook his head and sat down next to Ron on the couch. I rolled my eyes and went to hug Mrs. Weasley.
"Thank you so much for talking with me. And I hope you can get over your loss." I hugged her tightly.
"I hope so too. And don't let that boy bully you around much. I know how Slytherins get." Molly whispered to me.
"Don't worry Mrs. Weasley." I smiled. "I bully him around more than he does to me."
Molly laughed and I flooed back into Dumbledore's office.
"Hello Ms. Granger." Dumbledore smiled at me. "Please sit down."
I looked at him curiously and sat down in a comfy tan chair.
"Now Ms. Granger, Mr. Flint and Poppy have informed me about your condition."
"My condition?" I asked.
"Your pregnancy Ms. Granger." Dumbledore told me while looking at me like I was the stupidest person on earth.
"Yes, what about it sir?"
"I know that you will be soon entering your third month. And soon you will probably need to cover up the fact that you are pregnant. So as soon as Poppy decides you need to she will teach you a concealing charm." Dumbledore told me while looking down at some papers. "I understand that the baby is due in May."
(Does anyone know when you start to show in pregnancy? I can't remember. HELP PLEASE!)
"Yes sir." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
"You may go now Ms. Granger." I stood up, grabbed my trunk and left the office.
After I dropped my trunk in the Gryffindor common room I went to the library. And I went right into the back and started doing my make-up work. But sometime while I was working someone sat down across from me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" a voice asked harshly.
I looked up and saw Harry. Shit he knows.
"Tell you what?" I asked innocently.
"That you're pregnant." Harry whispered.
"You where eavesdropping!" I yelled standing up so quickly I knocked over my chair. "How dare you? How could you? Why, that was a private conversation Harry James."
"I didn't know, I'm sorry." Harry whimpered.
"You should've walked out of that fireplace the minute you got in there."
"I didn't know." Harry pushed.
"Of course you didn't know." I raved getting dizzy. "I never told you did I?"
"And why is that?" Harry asked trying to turn this on me.
"Oh no you don't." I laughed. "You don't even try to turn this on me. There is a reason I didn't tell you and really I don't have to tell you."
"Hermione please just..."
"You tell anyone Harry and I'll know who to come to. You don't even dare tell Ron. You hear me?" I yelled. "I can't believe you."
I gathered my stuff and left the library in a huff. But I didn't even make it very far because I had to sit down.
"Hermione come here." Harry came to me.
"Don't you dare touch me." I shrieked pushing him away.
I tried to stand up but I didn't make it very far. I fell over.
"Hermione let me help you." Harry tried to help me up.
"Don't!" I yelled again.
"Potter I'll help her." Marcus picked me up and carried me out of the library. "What's wrong?"
"He knows." I sobbed into Marcus' shirt. "Harry knows. He knows, he eavesdropped while Dumbledore was talking to me. And now Harry knows."
No one was in a hurry to get dressed the next morning. Everyone drug along. Including Percy who had been at the kitchen table weeping when everyone came down. Molly tried her best to comfort Percy but nothing worked. He wept and wept about being a jerk to his father and wishing he wouldn't have been so stupid and ignored him for a year.
Although Percy did manage to calm down before we entered the center in which the funeral was being held. Throughout the entire service there where loud quick sobs. But it got worse when those 7 children each gave a eulogy. Harry held me close because I was shaking because of my sobbing. Bill went first so he could hold his mother while the other 6 talked respectfully, lovingly and fondly of their departed father.
After the funeral we all gathered in the basement for a luncheon. And one certain family didn't get left un-noticed.
"Malfoy what in the bloody hell are you here for?" Ron snarled through his tears.
"My father worked with yours." Draco replied politely. "We are just paying our respects Weasley."
"My fath..."
"Ron stop." I hissed stopping in front of him. "Ron your father wouldn't want you fighting on a day like this."
Ron looked at me and walked away.
"You go after him Harry." I hissed at Harry knowing he was going to say something next.
Harry nodded and went after Ron.
"It is very much appreciated Draco that you are paying your respects. Even though you hated the Weasley's." I said smiling slightly through my tears.
"Marcus wanted to be here for you. But...but he said he probably wouldn't have been able to do much because no one knows."
I looked at my feet and blushed.
"Who knows Granger?" Draco hissed bringing my face up to look in his eyes.
"No one." I replied hoping he wouldn't see the lie in my eyes.
He did and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me upstairs.
"Who knows Hermione?" Draco growled letting go of my wrist.
"No one. I told you."
"I'm not stupid Granger. Who in the bloody hell knows?"
"Mrs. Weasley. I told Mrs. Weasley that I love Marcus bloody Flint." I wept.
"You...you love...love....you love him?" Draco stuttered.
"Yes and I will tell the whole god damn room if necessary." I replied staring at the floor.
"No that isn't necessary." Draco told me. "But I know Marcus will love to know..."
"You won't tell him." I barked. "You do and I swear to god that I'll cut your nuts off and keep them in a glass jar. Understand?"
"Understood." Draco said quietly. "Why don't you want him to know?"
"Because I'm not ready for anyone to know who I'm in love with."
"Expect Molly?"
"I can trust her." I snapped. "You think I can trust Harry and Ron not to freak out with something like this?"
"No but still your going to have to tell them sometime." Draco was being the voice of reason.
Damn he's making sense.
"What does she have to tell us sometime?" Ron asked.
I whipped around and saw Harry and Ron standing there.
"What do you mean?" I asked carefully.
"Malfoy said you have to tell us sometime." Harry spoke now. "What do you have to tell us."
"Nothing." I lied.
"Hermione if you can trust him over us I don't know if I can be your friend anymore." Ron spat. "I mean come on we've been your friends for 6 years. He's hated us for 6 years. And if you trust him than I don't trust you."
Then Ron walked away.
"He's right Hermione." Harry added.
"I know Harry." I sighed. "And I'm sorry, but right now there are some things Malfoy knows that he shouldn't and the only way for him to keep quiet is if I talk to him. Okay?"
Harry looked at Draco. And I stomped on Draco's foot just as she was about to protest.
"Just go Harry. I'll talk to you soon."
"Be careful Hermione." Harry whispered when he hugged me. "Please, please, please be careful."
"I will." I smiled and Harry walked in the same direction Ron did.
"So now what?" Draco asked.
"Go back to your parents." I said. "I'll talk to you later."
Then I walked back down into the basement where the Weasleys and Harry where waiting.
"We're going to go now Mione." Harry informed me.
I nodded and flooed back to the Burrow. When we got there, there was a letter in Percy's hands.
"This is for you two." Percy said handing the envelope to Harry.
Harry opened it and I watched his bright green eyes scan over it.
"Why have to go back to Hogwarts now." Harry said in a defeated voice.
"Okay. I'll go get my trunk." I said and headed up the stairs.
When I got done packing I brought my trunk down and dropped it by the fireplace. Harry was still standing there re-reading the letter.
"Harry it's not going to change no matter how much you look at it. And besides it doesn't contain anything you need to worry about." I said. "So get your stuff and lets go."
Harry shook his head and sat down next to Ron on the couch. I rolled my eyes and went to hug Mrs. Weasley.
"Thank you so much for talking with me. And I hope you can get over your loss." I hugged her tightly.
"I hope so too. And don't let that boy bully you around much. I know how Slytherins get." Molly whispered to me.
"Don't worry Mrs. Weasley." I smiled. "I bully him around more than he does to me."
Molly laughed and I flooed back into Dumbledore's office.
"Hello Ms. Granger." Dumbledore smiled at me. "Please sit down."
I looked at him curiously and sat down in a comfy tan chair.
"Now Ms. Granger, Mr. Flint and Poppy have informed me about your condition."
"My condition?" I asked.
"Your pregnancy Ms. Granger." Dumbledore told me while looking at me like I was the stupidest person on earth.
"Yes, what about it sir?"
"I know that you will be soon entering your third month. And soon you will probably need to cover up the fact that you are pregnant. So as soon as Poppy decides you need to she will teach you a concealing charm." Dumbledore told me while looking down at some papers. "I understand that the baby is due in May."
(Does anyone know when you start to show in pregnancy? I can't remember. HELP PLEASE!)
"Yes sir." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
"You may go now Ms. Granger." I stood up, grabbed my trunk and left the office.
After I dropped my trunk in the Gryffindor common room I went to the library. And I went right into the back and started doing my make-up work. But sometime while I was working someone sat down across from me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" a voice asked harshly.
I looked up and saw Harry. Shit he knows.
"Tell you what?" I asked innocently.
"That you're pregnant." Harry whispered.
"You where eavesdropping!" I yelled standing up so quickly I knocked over my chair. "How dare you? How could you? Why, that was a private conversation Harry James."
"I didn't know, I'm sorry." Harry whimpered.
"You should've walked out of that fireplace the minute you got in there."
"I didn't know." Harry pushed.
"Of course you didn't know." I raved getting dizzy. "I never told you did I?"
"And why is that?" Harry asked trying to turn this on me.
"Oh no you don't." I laughed. "You don't even try to turn this on me. There is a reason I didn't tell you and really I don't have to tell you."
"Hermione please just..."
"You tell anyone Harry and I'll know who to come to. You don't even dare tell Ron. You hear me?" I yelled. "I can't believe you."
I gathered my stuff and left the library in a huff. But I didn't even make it very far because I had to sit down.
"Hermione come here." Harry came to me.
"Don't you dare touch me." I shrieked pushing him away.
I tried to stand up but I didn't make it very far. I fell over.
"Hermione let me help you." Harry tried to help me up.
"Don't!" I yelled again.
"Potter I'll help her." Marcus picked me up and carried me out of the library. "What's wrong?"
"He knows." I sobbed into Marcus' shirt. "Harry knows. He knows, he eavesdropped while Dumbledore was talking to me. And now Harry knows."