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To The Miss: It might not be a big deal to you that you have a baby, but it is to this character and I personally know that if I had a baby suddenly at the character's age, I would not be particularly happy.
I have a new method of trying to get the ending quotation marks to work. Hopefully this method works!!!!!!!!!
To the story...
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Chapter FourMy parents informed Dumbledore about the news. He wanted to have a meeting with me. All he did was ask who the father was and told me that he'd inform my other teachers. It was good that he did tell them, though, because soon I started throwing up in the middle of class a lot. Much to my dismay, I began to miss lots of lessons.
One day, I was lying on a bed in the Hospital Wing when my friends paid me a visit. I didn't really think I needed to be in there, but Madame Pomfrey insisted on keeping me.
"Hi, Hermione," Ginny said happily. "Feeling okay?".
"Yeah," I answered. "I don't know why I'm being kept in here.".
"It's okay. Madame Pomfrey said that she was going to let you out soon," Ginny assured me.
"Have a Chocolate Frog," Harry said, handing me a box.
"Thanks," I said, taking it from him.
"Well, Harry, don't you think we should...er... do that Potions assignment? Yeah, let's go finish that," said Ginny awkwardly, dragging Harry off with her. I then saw Ron standing quietly at the end of my bed.
"Hi," I said.
He waved weakly.
"Anything you want to talk about?" I asked.
"No," replied Ron, folding his arms.
"Well, I want to talk about something," I said, sitting up in my bed. "I know it'll be hard, and I'll understand perfectly well if you don't want to, but I still want to be your friend. I really do.".
"Well it'll take time," Ron responded grumpily.
"I know. And if there's something- or somethings you want to tell me, no matter how mean they are, please, by all means, tell me. I want to hear what you have to say to me.".
"Really?".
I nodded.
A small smile crept over Ron's face. "Okay, then. I was wondering how you could do that? And with Malfoy of all people? All he's ever been is a horrible person, so how you could go off and have sex with him, I really don't understand. All day he walks around calling you horrible names and hexing all of us, but you feel like you can go sleep with him instead of your own boyfriend. You don't know how much I liked you, Hermione! Yes, I'm talking in past tense, likED. I don't know if I can even be your friend again after what you've done to me. It's like you've ripped out my still-beating heart and then eaten it for breakfast right in front of my eyes. And then you've thrown it up during Charms class! That's what it's like. And you don't know half of what I'm feeling, Hermione. As much as you might like to pretend you do, you don't!".
"I'm so sorry," I said after a pause.
"Yeah, well sorry isn't going to cut it, Hermione!" Ron was now redder than a strawberry. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the Hospital Wing.
I had never felt so unbelievably sorry in my whole life. Maybe before I was sad and I regretted what I had done, but those feelings didn't compare to what I was feeling now. I wish I could somehow make this slowly growing child inside my body disappear. Maybe the feelings wouldn't go away with it, but it could help with the healing process.
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The days went on and soon I stopped my sudden barf attacks during class. My stomach was growing steadily now and Ron was ignoring me. I wouldn't be able to look him in the eye even if I wanted to. Ginny and I were now trying daily to think up ways to disguise the size of my belly, but we were not succeeding.
"Why don't we research hexes that make your stomach huge, and pretend that you got hit with one of those?" Ginny finally suggested one day when we had nixed the idea of buttoning up my cloak all the way to my chin and over my stomach. We had agreed that that made me look like a pregnant reverend. So much for black being the color that makes things look smaller.
"That's better than anything else we've ever come up with," I said sadly, unbuttoning the cloak. I sighed. This was useless. Soon the whole school would know that I was pregnant and I would be labeled The Slut of Hogwarts. What a great way to end my years of school.
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I hadn't been seeing Ma- Draco a lot lately. Even if I did, though, I would feel to guilty to talk to him. But the Christmas holiday was just a week away, and though I didn't really want to spend time with my parents, I would at least get away from Ron's avoidance of me. I wasn't staying at school with Ron and Harry this year. I needed a break from- well, everything.
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But Christmas came and went very quickly and then it was pregnant me back to depressing school. I knew very well that the baby was do in a few months, so I decided to go tell Draco. Lucky for me, I spotted him in the hallway one day after dinner.
"M- Draco," I said just as he was about to turn a corner.
He spun around and looked slightly nervous when he saw me. "Hermione," he said.
I walked toward him. "I wanted to tell you something," I said.
"What?" he asked.
"Well, I think the baby is due in a few months, just to warn you.".
"A few? How many is a few?".
"Maybe... around two and a half?" I guessed.
He nodded before walking off, then I continued walking up to the third floor.
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Those "around two and a half" months went by faster than I had anticipated. Before I knew what was happening, I was in labor. I had been dragged off to the Hospital Wing by Ginny and Harry where Madame Pomfrey started putting weird spells on me and making me drink all sorts of potions. I hadn't really expected the Hospital Wing to be the place where I gave birth, but I guess there wasn't really enough time to ship me off to St. Mungo's.
I'm not going to give you all the details because it's rather, well, gross, but after all the grossness finished, I found myself with a little baby girl in my arms. Then, faster than you can say "I haven't named it yet" Madame Pomfrey snatched her out of my hands and told me to go to sleep. And before I knew it, I did.
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A/N: Kind of strange ending. I know everything is happening so quickly, but what details can I give? I'm going to post another chapter but it will probably be the last one for 8 weeks. I'm going off to camp so I won't be able to update any of my stories. But please be ready for more to review once I get back! Speaking of reviewing, why don't you review this one! :) Thanks.