A/N: This is beginning to get old. Once again, newly fixed text and tenses. This chapter is dedicated to The Spaz because she rocks. Go read her story "Werewolves Are Not In Vain". For the disclaimer to this and all of my other stories see my Biography page.
"Worlds Apart"
Chapter 3
I'll Be There For You
Later the same day, Hermione sits on the edge of Ron's bed completely lost in thought. "I'm pregnant," she says to no one but herself. "How could this happen to me?" She suddenly sees everything she has worked so hard for going down the tubes. What will her parents say? How will she keep up with school? How will Ron react to the fact that he will soon be a father? Yes, there is no doubt in her mind she will keep the baby, but she doesn't know the first thing about being a parent, and she is pretty sure you can't learn it in a book. A million thoughts swirl in her head. She doesn't know what to do. How on earth is she going to tell anyone, it's just such a hard thing to say? Just as Hermione thinks of maybe hiring an airplane to write it in the sky while she caught a train to who knows where Mrs. Weasley walks into the room. There is no mistaking the look on her face. She knows. Hermione bursts into tears.
"Shh, I know, dear," Molly says consolingly, wrapping her arms gently around Hermione to fully embrace her. "It'll be O.K."
"NO IT WON'T!" screams Hermione in between sobs. But she quickly becomes quieter. She doesn't want anyone to hear. "I'm sixteen and pregnant. How the hell is that O.K.?"
"YOU WHAT?!?" roars Hermione again, now totally unable to control her hysterical wailing and tears. "OH THAT'S GREAT!" she adds with sarcasm.
"I only thought it would be easier for you if I told them," Molly says, trying to rectify the sending of the letter. "I was looking out for you, dear." She suddenly switches gears, and becomes happy. "Now on another note," she continues, "You're having my son's baby! That's good, I suppose."
"What's good about it?" Hermione says, wiping her eyes and trying to choke back the tears. "I'll never be anything now. My grades will slip. I won't get to work at the Ministry of Magic or anything like that. I threw away the best thing I had going for me for one night of hot, steamy, passionate, se-"
"Stop right there, missy," Molly says, quickly cutting Hermione off, "way too much information."
With that both sit silently for several minutes Molly comforting Hermione, who has finally stopped crying. Molly wonders what the next few years will be like for her son and Hermione. She worries how Ron will react to his being a father. She fears he may not take it well and that he will abandon Hermione. She hopes that won't be the case. A few more minutes after that, Mrs. Weasley looks Hermione straight in the eye and says, "You know if you ever need anything, I'll be here for you. Anything at all, babysitting, advice, a sleeping potion for the little brute, all you have to do is ask."
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione says. "I don't know where I'd be without you and your support.
"Call me Molly dear, Or Grandma!" She added cheerfully almost too cheerfully, as Hermione gave her a severe sideways glance. "I must admit I am very happy that soon I will hear the pitter patter of little feet again. I should dare say it'll only be 2 months and a couple weeks now."
"WHAT!" Hermione squeals. "What do you mean?"
"A witch at your age's pregnancy only lasts 3 months dear. Didn't you know?"
"Oh my god!" Hermione whispers. And it had a dual meaning, both to Molly's comment and the fact that Ron just walked through the door.
End Notes: I know, a cliffhanger. I'm so evil. But hey, the next chapter is there for the taking, so go ahead and read it. I hope you are enjoying the story, and reviewing ::glares:: Ha! Just kidding! No seriously, review now!