The Choice in Life.
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Summary: Hermione accidentally falls pregnant after a night out partying. Who's the father? You'll have to read to see. And what will happen when Hermione has to choose between the men she loves, and her own child?
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Disclaimer: Ok if you can't tell this is J.K's already, you should not be allowed near a computer.
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After her phone conversation, Hermione rolled herself up in the blankets on her bed and laid flat on the bed, crying. 'What am I going to do? I can't have a baby, it'll... it'll ruin my life.'
'But this thing is alive,' a voice in head countered.
'But...'
'It would be like killing someone's baby, you can't do it.'
Hermione felt like slapping herself. Of couse she couldn't kill the baby. It was hers, it was another human being. Another human being which was going inside of her. This was an experience most woman want to have. Why don't I?
'Because you want to be a career woman,' She told herself. 'Because you're only eighteen.'
"How could I do this to myself?" She said allowed. She quickly put her hands over her mouth. What if Harry or Ron had heard that?
As if on cue there was a knock at her door.
"Mione, are you alright?" Harry's voice flowed through the door.
Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes. "Er... I'm fine, Harry," She called back, shakily.
"Mione I know you, and you're not alright. Let me in."
"Ah... You can't come in," She said quickly. "I... I'm... cleaning."
She slapped her forehead. 'That was so lame,' the voice in her head.
"Shut up, this is your fault," She told the voice, outloud.
"What's my fault?" Harry asked, sounding a little hurt.
"No, not you," Hermione called. She silently cursed herself. It sounded like there was someone with her now.
"Is there someone in there with you, Mione?"
"No," Hermione said truthfully.
"Mione, just let me in," Harry said, sounding more concerned by the second.
Hermione gave in. She had to let Harry and Ron see her sometime. She slowly unlocked the door, admitting Harry.
Harry turned to her, concern in his eyes. "What happened?" He asked, wiping a hand over her cheek.
Hermione turned from his hand and sat on the bed, putting her head in her hands.
Harry sat next to her. "Mione, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
"I'm not sure you want to hear this," Hermione told him. Mentally kicking herself for letting him know there was something to tell.
"Try me," Harry said, folding his arms.
'He is so stubborn,' She thought and sighed.
"Fine, you wanna know? I'm... I'm pregnant."
Harry snorted. "Be serious, Hermione."
"I am," Hermione said, looking into Harry's horror-struck eyes.
"Y-you are? Then who's the... The father?"
"I don't want to tell you that?"
"What is it Goyle or someone?"
"Worse," Hermione told him.
Harry's eyes widened further. "You dont mean...?"
"Yes, it's Draco."
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Hermione sat at the bar, looking down into her glass on water, She didn't think she should be drink alcohol now that she was pregnant, last night was bad enough as it was, without added enough drink to drown her sorrows.
As she stared she though about what had happend after she told Harry who the father of baby was.
~~~FLASHBACK~~~
"DRACO?" Harry shouted. "MALFOY?"
Hermione nodded.
"YOU"RE HAVING DRACO FUCKING MALFOY'S BABY?" He yelled, this voice carrying through the house.
"WHAT?" came the yell of Ron's voice from the living room. "MALFOY"S WHAT?"
Harry stormed out of the room, Hermione followed him. Harry picked up his phone and began punching numbers into his phone.
Hermione heard a mumbled 'hello' but she couldn't recognise the voice.
"YOU"RE A FUCKING DEAD MAN, MALFOY!" Harry yelled into his phone.
Hermione heard Draco mumble something. She quickly grabbed the phone and hung up.
"You can't tell Draco, He doesn't know."
Harry's eyes buldged. "So you're not going to tell him?"
"No, I'm going to tell him when I find the right time."
Ron was there now. He scowled at Hermione. "YOU"RE WHAT?"
"Will you guys just get off my back," Hermione asked, angrily.
"This is not a regular mistake, Hermione," Harry said, less loudly. "This is a fucking baby."
"Don't you think I know that Harry," Hermione shot. "I'm the one who's going to have this thing," She jabbed her hands in the direction of her belly. "Anyway, if you didn't invite Draco to your party..."
"Are you making this our fault?" Ron shot.
"No, I'm jut saying..." Hermione began.
"You're just saying that you're going to fuck every guy I invite to my party?" Harry snapped.
Hermione made a noise of frustration. "I can't take this. Just leave me alone," She shouted, grabbing her car keys and walking out of the house.
~~~END FLASHBACK~~~
"Hermione?" asked a familar voice. Hermione turned to see whom it belonged to. She immediately regretted it.
"Draco, hi," She said, with a painful smile.
"Hey," Draco said, taking the stool next to her, beer in hand. "How are you?"
Hermione risked a glance at her stomach. "Um... Fine."
"You sure are fine," Draco joked, looking her up and down, a grin on his face.
Hermione forced herself to giggle. "Thanks," She said, looking anywhere, but at his sparkling ice-blue eyes.
"So, were you at the party last night? I didn't see you."
Hermione nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "I spent the night with Parvati and Lavender. I... I didn't even know you were there."
"I was, Weasley and I were arguing about quidditch teams again."
Hermione couldn;t help but smile. Ron and Draco were always arguing about quidditch.
"So... I got this call from Potter and..."
"I was there," Hermione told him, and wished she hadn't.
"You were? Do you know why I'm a dead man?"
Hermione couldn't help herself, she had to tell him. She nodded.
"And..." Draco urged.
She took his hand. "Draco, I know you're probably not ready for this, and I completely understand, but... I'm... I'm having a baby," she told him.
"That's fantastic but why does Potter and to kill... Oh," His eyes widened and he stared at Hermione stomach. "It's... it's mine?"
Hermione looked at the ground. "Well you're the last person I've been with for... for a few months now."
Hermione could feel his hands being to sweat, she took her hand away.
"Hermione, we... I... What are we going to do? You... I need to be there for you."
"No... No you don't," Hermione told him. "I'll be fine. I can handle it."
She knew she couldn't, she owed rent and money for bills and her car had problems, she needed help even without the baby.
Draco shook his head. "No, I want to be there. This is my baby too."
"Draco, don't think you have to. I'll be... ruining your life."
Tears began to rolled down her cheeks. Draco shook her cheek in her hand, wiping the tear away. He soflt kissed her temple. "No Hermione. I've been wanting to be telling you for ages, I.. I love you. This baby is mine, I want you to be mine too."
Hermione looked up and blinked at him. "You do?"
Draco nodded. "I do."
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Ok how way that? I hope it was worth the pain in my neck, coz that's what writing this chapter has done, lol. See I pain so you can read, lol. Just Jokes.
Review if you wanna,
~Thai.
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Summary: Hermione accidentally falls pregnant after a night out partying. Who's the father? You'll have to read to see. And what will happen when Hermione has to choose between the men she loves, and her own child?
~~~
Disclaimer: Ok if you can't tell this is J.K's already, you should not be allowed near a computer.
~~~
After her phone conversation, Hermione rolled herself up in the blankets on her bed and laid flat on the bed, crying. 'What am I going to do? I can't have a baby, it'll... it'll ruin my life.'
'But this thing is alive,' a voice in head countered.
'But...'
'It would be like killing someone's baby, you can't do it.'
Hermione felt like slapping herself. Of couse she couldn't kill the baby. It was hers, it was another human being. Another human being which was going inside of her. This was an experience most woman want to have. Why don't I?
'Because you want to be a career woman,' She told herself. 'Because you're only eighteen.'
"How could I do this to myself?" She said allowed. She quickly put her hands over her mouth. What if Harry or Ron had heard that?
As if on cue there was a knock at her door.
"Mione, are you alright?" Harry's voice flowed through the door.
Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes. "Er... I'm fine, Harry," She called back, shakily.
"Mione I know you, and you're not alright. Let me in."
"Ah... You can't come in," She said quickly. "I... I'm... cleaning."
She slapped her forehead. 'That was so lame,' the voice in her head.
"Shut up, this is your fault," She told the voice, outloud.
"What's my fault?" Harry asked, sounding a little hurt.
"No, not you," Hermione called. She silently cursed herself. It sounded like there was someone with her now.
"Is there someone in there with you, Mione?"
"No," Hermione said truthfully.
"Mione, just let me in," Harry said, sounding more concerned by the second.
Hermione gave in. She had to let Harry and Ron see her sometime. She slowly unlocked the door, admitting Harry.
Harry turned to her, concern in his eyes. "What happened?" He asked, wiping a hand over her cheek.
Hermione turned from his hand and sat on the bed, putting her head in her hands.
Harry sat next to her. "Mione, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
"I'm not sure you want to hear this," Hermione told him. Mentally kicking herself for letting him know there was something to tell.
"Try me," Harry said, folding his arms.
'He is so stubborn,' She thought and sighed.
"Fine, you wanna know? I'm... I'm pregnant."
Harry snorted. "Be serious, Hermione."
"I am," Hermione said, looking into Harry's horror-struck eyes.
"Y-you are? Then who's the... The father?"
"I don't want to tell you that?"
"What is it Goyle or someone?"
"Worse," Hermione told him.
Harry's eyes widened further. "You dont mean...?"
"Yes, it's Draco."
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Hermione sat at the bar, looking down into her glass on water, She didn't think she should be drink alcohol now that she was pregnant, last night was bad enough as it was, without added enough drink to drown her sorrows.
As she stared she though about what had happend after she told Harry who the father of baby was.
~~~FLASHBACK~~~
"DRACO?" Harry shouted. "MALFOY?"
Hermione nodded.
"YOU"RE HAVING DRACO FUCKING MALFOY'S BABY?" He yelled, this voice carrying through the house.
"WHAT?" came the yell of Ron's voice from the living room. "MALFOY"S WHAT?"
Harry stormed out of the room, Hermione followed him. Harry picked up his phone and began punching numbers into his phone.
Hermione heard a mumbled 'hello' but she couldn't recognise the voice.
"YOU"RE A FUCKING DEAD MAN, MALFOY!" Harry yelled into his phone.
Hermione heard Draco mumble something. She quickly grabbed the phone and hung up.
"You can't tell Draco, He doesn't know."
Harry's eyes buldged. "So you're not going to tell him?"
"No, I'm going to tell him when I find the right time."
Ron was there now. He scowled at Hermione. "YOU"RE WHAT?"
"Will you guys just get off my back," Hermione asked, angrily.
"This is not a regular mistake, Hermione," Harry said, less loudly. "This is a fucking baby."
"Don't you think I know that Harry," Hermione shot. "I'm the one who's going to have this thing," She jabbed her hands in the direction of her belly. "Anyway, if you didn't invite Draco to your party..."
"Are you making this our fault?" Ron shot.
"No, I'm jut saying..." Hermione began.
"You're just saying that you're going to fuck every guy I invite to my party?" Harry snapped.
Hermione made a noise of frustration. "I can't take this. Just leave me alone," She shouted, grabbing her car keys and walking out of the house.
~~~END FLASHBACK~~~
"Hermione?" asked a familar voice. Hermione turned to see whom it belonged to. She immediately regretted it.
"Draco, hi," She said, with a painful smile.
"Hey," Draco said, taking the stool next to her, beer in hand. "How are you?"
Hermione risked a glance at her stomach. "Um... Fine."
"You sure are fine," Draco joked, looking her up and down, a grin on his face.
Hermione forced herself to giggle. "Thanks," She said, looking anywhere, but at his sparkling ice-blue eyes.
"So, were you at the party last night? I didn't see you."
Hermione nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "I spent the night with Parvati and Lavender. I... I didn't even know you were there."
"I was, Weasley and I were arguing about quidditch teams again."
Hermione couldn;t help but smile. Ron and Draco were always arguing about quidditch.
"So... I got this call from Potter and..."
"I was there," Hermione told him, and wished she hadn't.
"You were? Do you know why I'm a dead man?"
Hermione couldn't help herself, she had to tell him. She nodded.
"And..." Draco urged.
She took his hand. "Draco, I know you're probably not ready for this, and I completely understand, but... I'm... I'm having a baby," she told him.
"That's fantastic but why does Potter and to kill... Oh," His eyes widened and he stared at Hermione stomach. "It's... it's mine?"
Hermione looked at the ground. "Well you're the last person I've been with for... for a few months now."
Hermione could feel his hands being to sweat, she took her hand away.
"Hermione, we... I... What are we going to do? You... I need to be there for you."
"No... No you don't," Hermione told him. "I'll be fine. I can handle it."
She knew she couldn't, she owed rent and money for bills and her car had problems, she needed help even without the baby.
Draco shook his head. "No, I want to be there. This is my baby too."
"Draco, don't think you have to. I'll be... ruining your life."
Tears began to rolled down her cheeks. Draco shook her cheek in her hand, wiping the tear away. He soflt kissed her temple. "No Hermione. I've been wanting to be telling you for ages, I.. I love you. This baby is mine, I want you to be mine too."
Hermione looked up and blinked at him. "You do?"
Draco nodded. "I do."
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Ok how way that? I hope it was worth the pain in my neck, coz that's what writing this chapter has done, lol. See I pain so you can read, lol. Just Jokes.
Review if you wanna,
~Thai.