Here's your update! For those of you who actually don't know how Hermione's pregnant...lol I suggest you re-read chapter four: One Step Closer. Yeah I said I didn't want to make a big scene of it but maybe you just missed the whole point of Hermione's letter and Ron going into her room. If you did, well...maybe you shouldn't be reading this story after all :P

--Oh and btw, Hermione's not actually having five kids... its kind of a joke cause she just took five tests and all five of them were positive and yeah...oh nvm watch How to Deal. Just clarifying in case you got confused or...God, I dunno lol. Actually if you go to howtodealmovie .com, and watch the trailer, there's actually a little snippet at the end between Halley and Scarlett and...yeah. If you were wondering. And also if you're wondering why I like the movie so much, Someone Like You and That Summer by Sarah Dessen are two of my favourite, favourite books, and that's where the movie came from. :)

P.S. The-Angel-from-Hell-09/10 I hope this...ahhh...meets your expectations :P I know what you mean I've read tons of- erm "pregnant Hermione" stories and theyre all stupid. Example: "she threw up the next day" like come on! People have obviously never been or known anyone pregnant before.

P.P.S I'd like to give HUGE special thanks to Misty's Dawn and Danielle (school) for a great big helping hand ;) You guys are awesome and this chapter wouldn't be a chapter without you! :)

P.P.P.S. (hehe) Also to all of my cool-ass reviewers! Special thanks 'cause you rock my sox!

Chapter Seven: When Your World is Turned Upside-down

Hermione sat there, panting. She still needed to convince herself that she had been so stupid not to read the warning. She still needed to convince herself that the tests were all positive. But most of all, she still needed to convince herself that if she did indeed keep the baby, that her life would never be the same again.

"God, I still can't believe you slept with my brother!" Ginny said, disgusted.

"Please, Ginny...not now," Hermione sighed, running her hands through her hair.

"Well...let's go, then."

"What?"

"Well, hello! We have to go tell everyone!" Ginny smiled; Hermione didn't.

"We can't tell anyone!" she snapped, "If anyone finds out...oh God, what happens when they find out..." She buried her face in her hands once more. Ginny patted her awkwardly on the back.

"Listen...Hermione, I know you're really emotional right now but you have to tell people. This is really serious, like, you have to go for checkups all the time and that sort of stuff."

"But-"

"Plus," she added, "If you don't tell anyone, how, pray tell, do you expect to hide the fact that you're pregnant in a few months when you start to show?" Hermione stared at her. She hadn't thought of this. Come to think, she hadn't really thought about anything.

"I don't even know if I'm keeping it, Gin." Ginny's jaw dropped.

"You're kidding me, right? Hermione, this is a baby we're talking about...your baby! You can't just not keep it! I've read tons of stories of witches who gave up their children and they never get over it, you know. It's like it haunts them or something...seriously, you'll go mad."

"You're not helping." Ginny bowed her head and shut up. "I know you want me to keep it, Ginny...I know. I just- I have my entire life ahead of me. If I do keep this baby...it'll change everything. I won't be able to continue school, I might be stuck at a job I hate...There're so many things I have to think about before I make a decision."

"Well..." she said timidly, afraid Hermione would snap, "I at least think you should tell Ron."

"What? No! Ron's the last person I want finding out!" Ginny stared at her.

"It's his child too! He has the right to know." She left Hermione's bathroom, heading for the door.

"Ginny, no! Don't tell him, don't tell Ron- please!"

"Oh, Hermione, you know I can't keep secrets," she whined.

"Please," she begged hoarsely, "please!" Ginny sighed.

"Ugh, fine, I won't tell. But you should," she said pointing a threatening finger at Hermione. She left the room, closing the door behind her. Hermione collapsed on her bed and glanced through her bathroom door where the pregnancy tests were still visible on the edge of the sink. Her hand fell to her stomach. My baby...my baby. She repeated it over and over in her head, but no matter how many times she said it, it was still the shock of her life each time.

-

Ron entered the Great Hall late at breakfast and settled himself down next to Hermione, slipping a hand around her waist. "Morning," he said cheerfully. She squirmed in his grasp.

"Ron, please...I still have this cold, I don't want you to get sick too." Reluctantly, he let go and kissed her on the cheek.

"Whatever you say." Ginny elbowed Hermione hard on the ribs.

"'Cold' my arse!" she grunted. Ignoring her, Hermione grabbed a slice of toast and dropped it on her plate. Disgusting...

"Listen, you guys, I'm not that hungry."

"What?"

"I just- I don't really have an appetite right now. I'll see you back in the common room, ok?" She slowly rose from the bench. "Bye, everyone." She began walking out. Ron dropped his fork down on the table and stood up as well.

"I'm going, too," he said quickly, before following Hermione out the Great Hall's large doors. She was halfway up the marble staircase in the Entrance Hall before Ron caught up with her. "Hermione!" he called. She turned around. "Where're you going?"

"I'm going...to Gryffindor Tower?"

"No."

"Uh...not going to Gryffindor Tower?"

"No you're not. You're coming with me to the hospital wing." He took her hand in his. "I'm sick of you pretending you're ok, Hermione. I'm ruddy sick of it, so just come with me and we'll get you sorted." He pulled her through the door to the stairs.

"Ron-"

"It's for your own good." He pulled her up the stairs, two at a time.

"RON!" She tugged her hand free of his. "Ron, would you just stop?!" He let go of her and frowned; he wasn't used to her attitude. Her face was burning with fury. "I am perfectly fine and I don't need to go!" Ron looked like he'd been punched in the face. "I know I don't have to go..."

"How...?"

"Because. Because, I- Just because, Ron." He reached out a hand to her shoulder.

"Because why...?"

"Ron, because...fine! Just take me and get this over with," she sighed. He put both his arms around her and pulled her into their first hug in what seemed like ages.

"I'm doing this because I love you...you know that."

"I know that."

-

Hermione traipsed into the common room later on in the afternoon, her thoughts still on that morning...

"It looks like just a cold, dear...but I must ask...is there anything you'd like to tell me?" Madam Pomfrey had asked. Hermione stared long and hard into her eyes.

"No, ma'am. Nothing."

Nothing...She wished. Breathing heavily, Hermione sank into an empty armchair and let the tears well up in her eyes. Hermione Granger, you buggering idiot. She glanced at her stomach, slowly inhaling a deep breath. Nine months. Eight months rather...Eight months and she'd be a mother...if she kept it, that is...

No. Hermione wasn't going to be the tramp that ruined her life with a child. The one who never got a good job or a big house, because she was stuck working all the time...working and supporting. No, that wasn't Hermione at all. She would get rid of it. Get rid of it and start things over, concentrate on her schoolwork, her future...her unborn child who died for her because she was selfish...

Hermione slowly lifted up her shirt slightly and traced a finger over her stomach. She could always keep it...It was, after all, Ron's child too. But he didn't have to know, did he? She could always be rid of it and he would never know...they could finish school and wait a few years before having children. That would be the smart thing to do...But then again...She would always have a place in the back of her mind filled with the possibilities of what could have been. Hermione sighed.

"Rough day?" It was Ginny.

"Oh...Hello, Ginny." She sat down in the chair opposite Hermione and put her book bag on the floor. They stared into each others eyes for endless minutes.

"You've made a decision, right?" Ginny asked, finally. Hermione glared at her.

"No. I haven't, and I won't if you keep badgering me about it."

"Hermione, you have to make a decision before it's' too late."

"Fine! Fine. I'm not keeping it. Happy?" Ginny's mouth hung open.

"You're joking. Please tell me you're not serious."

"I'm serious. And I meant what I said. Don't try and change my mind, Ginevra Weasley, I don't want to have to deal with any more stress than I already have." And with that she collected her things and stomped out of the common room, leaving Ginny sitting alone.

-

"Give her a break, Harry. She's sick."

"I still think there's something she's not telling you." Harry resumed pounding his Hippogriff talons in his dish. "You're not the only one who 'knows' Hermione. I can tell when she's upset too." Ron grunted but didn't say anything. He knew Hermione was upset, but learning from past experiences, he'd decided that giving her room was a better idea all around. He didn't want to become bait for the giant squid. "Where is she now anyway?"

"Muggle Studies," Ron mumbled. Harry put down his things and stared at Ron.

"Talk to her, Ron. Something's up and you know it."

-

Hermione wandered the corridors after Muggle Studies, not looking for Ron, or Harry, or anyone in particular. She needed to be alone. She needed time to think. She wasn't sure she meant what she said to Ginny; it was a reflex, she was angry and annoyed. But was it really what she wanted?

Heaving a sigh, Hermione pulled the strap of her book bag higher up her shoulder and continued her trek to nowhere. She passed many unfamiliar faces, all of them scowling at her. Even the walls seemed to be closing in on her.

Hermione shook her head violently and picked up her pace. Her decision was made...it had to be. She just couldn't have the baby, no matter what the arguments were. She was too young. Way too young.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice Nearly Headless Nick float right through her.

"I say, Miss Granger! Do watch where you're going next time!" he bellowed after her. Hermione said nothing, only kept walking. Pretending she didn't hear, she switched from a quick walk to a jog. Funny how the world turns it's back on you sometimes...Especially when you know you're doing something wrong. Hermione sighed and kept trotting.

And then she saw it.

Standing at the end of the corridor Hermione saw...herself. But that was impossible...wasn't it? Unbelievable as it sounded, it was without a doubt the same Hermione standing at the end of the empty corridor, one hand over her abdomen, swollen and rounded with child.

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and stared. She shook her head once, blinked and her other self was gone. No trace...no nothing. Just gone.

-

"Ginny! Gin, open up!" Hermione shouted, frantically knocking on Ginny's dorm door. There was a shuffling of feat, a muffled yawn and the door slowly opened.

"Hermio-"

"Oh, Ginny!" she cried, throwing herself onto her friend's shoulder, close to a nervous breakdown. "Oh, goodness I'm sorry! I never should've doubted you. You were right all along and, oh, I've been so stupid, Ginny. I was only thinking about myself and-"

Ginny patted Hermione on the back and smoothed out her hair. "What on earth are you talking about?" Hermione looked up at her, tears shining in her eyes.

"I don't care what happens to me, Gin. I don't care if I'm ever happy again. But I'm keeping this baby. Come hell or high water, I'm keeping it."

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God, guys! I am SO SORRY this chapter wasn't very long or good!! The next one will be better I promise!!! Again, so sorry. I'm really stressed out at the moment. I have a huge test coming up and quite a number of projects due AND on top of it I'm sick!! :( I accidentally took the nighttime medicine instead of the daytime one and I fell asleep in class!! :P eeps. Anyways look out for another update soon

-Natalia