A/N: Hello peoples! I'm back again for a filler chappie before I knuckle down and study. I needed a break so I wrote this but it's not that good. I hope you enjoy it anyway. If you have any suggestions for the story I'd be happy to hear them so just leave them in a review or send us an email. Thank you, and btw some characters may be a little OOC in this chappie, sorry.

Review Thanks: Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far, I know there hasn't been much to review so sorry.

PrettyTeenWitch: Thanks for giving me my first two reviews for this story. I've already responded to your first one so thanks anyway. And yes, British accents are the sexiest but I retract my statement about wanting a boyfriend with one, I don't need a boyfriend anymore.

chicklepea: I've already read the His Dark Materials trilogy and I loved them, although I agree with you about the end, it made me cry too. Did you notice there is now a fanfic section for them? Anyways, thanks for the other titles and the two reviews. And spelliflisis is it? Horrible affliction that.

Jnarissa-Reilea: I'm not really too sure about it being a kool story but I guess we'll see what happens. And thanks so much for the compliment, your stories are good. And sorry but I ain't saying who the father is just yet.

written: I have now updated this fic but I don't think it's that good. Thanks for your lovely review.

Chapter 1: Discussions and Diaries

She was in shock. Complete shock. She had just told Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall that she was pregnant and their reaction had not been at all what she was expecting.

:::::Flashback:::::

"Come again Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall asked.

"I'm sorry professors, I'm pregnant." She repeated hopelessly.

"Well Miss Granger, congratulations. Was there anything else?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well I thought you would like to know." She replied.

"Lovely of you to worry about telling us. I assume you were wondering what you shall do now?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Yes, I was."

"As far as I'm concerned sort yourself out. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey would love to help you out with medications and what not. You can decide what else you're going to do, I'm sure. Let Professor McGonagall know what you decide. Was that all?" the headmaster asked.

"No actually. Wh-wh-where should I move my things to?" she was crying by this time, dreading their answer.

"Move your things? Miss Granger what are you talking about?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Aren't you taking away my position as head girl?" Hermione asked in a whisper.

"No dear girl, why should we do that?"

"I just thought you would headmaster."

"I don't see the need for a fuss. You may stay where you are unless you're co-worker objects, although I'm sure that Mister Malfoy will have no objections to it." Dumbledore replied.

"Thank you professors." Hermione said as she stood up.

"Not a problem dear child, now run along. I'm sure your friends would love to hear your happy news." The elderly man said with that famous twinkle in his eyes.

"Of course. Good bye professors."

::::End of Flashback:::::

So now here she was on her way back to the Heads Common Room, still in a daze from how well her discussion with the professors had gone. She made her way through the corridors and hallways of Hogwarts and in no time at all found herself outside a portrait of a young girl and boy.

"Hi 'Mione, do you know the password?" the boy asked.

"Of course I know the password, I made it didn't I? 'Da Vinci'" she said and the portrait door swung open. Hermione stepped through the hole and looked around the room she was in, making sure that the head boy, Draco Malfoy, was not there.

"Looking for me?" a voice drawled from the top of a set of stairs. She looked up and saw the blonde haired hunk standing on the stairs leading to their bedrooms.

"Now why would I be doing that?" she retorted.

"Oh I dunno. Maybe because you find me completely irresistible?" he suggested as he made his way downstairs.

"And yet again you're wrong." She said with a triumphant grin.

"Stop being a bitch Hermione, you know I know it's an act." He said as he reached her.

"And yet if you know I'm acting then why can't you accept the fact that I see through your façade as well?" she asked.

"Because I don't have a façade." He said harshly.

"Oh well, what would I care?" Hermione asked, brushing past him and making her way up the stairs to her room. She closed the door behind her and flopped down on her giant four poster. She sighed, reached under her bed and pulled out what appeared to be a teddy bear.

"Finite Incantatem." She muttered, with her wand pointed at the bear. It transformed into her diary and she grabbed a quill and some ink out of her book bag and started to write in her neat scrawl.

Dear Diary,

How am I going to cope with this? I'm only just 17 and already I'm pregnant. Not that that's a bad thing, it's just going to ruin my whole life. And how am I going to tell everyone? Mum and dad? Harry? Ron? Ginny? And HIM?

Oh dear, this day is going to get much worse. I just wish that everyone would react how Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall did. But I know they won't. Harry will be astonished that I, the bookworm, would do something like THAT but he at least will be semi-happy for me. And Ginny will be ecstatic, but Ron will blow his top. "WHAT??? You're what?" he'll yell. Then he'll chuck a tantrum and storm out saying cruel and absurd things about how I'm bonkers, and that when I get my marbles back I should go see him and let him know.

Then again, at least I'll be able to see their reactions and I know they won't be too disappointed in me. Mum and dad on the other hand will be so disappointed in me. I'll be a disgrace and an embarrassment to the family.

Yet the only reaction I shan't predict is HIS. How should I know how he'll react? I wonder if he'll be happy, or sad. Or maybe he'll be angry? I guess the only way I'll ever find out is by telling him, but I don't think I can. I fear his reaction. What if he never speaks to me again? Well that wouldn't be such a problem because I know that won't happen, but he might do something extreme. I think I might go an see, at least then I'll be able to go and tell the others after that.

Hermione Anne Granger

A/N: Okay, so this is a completely crappy chapter but I wasn't sure what to put in. My 'creative genius' (snorts - yeah right!) comes in bouts. So be honest in your reviews, I don't mind flames as long as they're not too mean.