A/N: Well, thanks to the 6 of you who reviewed to my last chapter. Your
feedback is much appreciated. Well, enjoy chapter 2!
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"I have to pick up Harry!"
Instead of running like she had intended to, Hermione stood, staring at Ron. She bit her lip and whimpered, "I shouldn't have told you that."
"You're damn right, you shouldn't have!" Ron screamed. "Harry! Harry?! So this is the 'uzzer half' your friend Jean-Claude was referring to? That's sick, Hermione. How can you be with someone named Harry? You're probably just trying to replace our Harry, aren't you?"
Tears flowed freely down both Ron and Hermione's cheeks now. "Go home, Ron! I hate you!" Hermione sobbed.
"No," He cried. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Just don't go!"
"I told you, Ron, I have to pick someone up!"
"I don't even understand this!" He said venomously. "How can you be with some guy named HARRY who can't Apparate or drive go anywhere himself and needs you to retrieve him?"
"Well, I wouldn't expect him to, Ron! He's six years old!"
"So you're babysitting? That's why you have to go? Bloody hell, Hermione! Let me meet you later, then! I'll do anything!"
"Babysitting, Ron?" She laughed ironically through her tears. "Harry isn't just a child I look after for a friend sometimes. He's the child I have too look after all the time."
"What are you getting at?"
"Harry's my son, Ron, my child."
Ron stopped crying abruptly and found himself short of breath. "W...W...What?" He forced out, his voice cracking, "Y...you...you have a son?"
Hermione wiped her eye and nodded.
"I can't believe you!" He screamed. "We chat all afternoon and you fail to mention that you have a child!"
"I'm sorry." Hermione said meekly.
"Hermione," Ron took a deep breath and prepared to face the inevitable, "you said he's six. Is he...mine?"
She sobbed and nodded slowly, looking Ron in the eye.
"How could you?" Ron whispered.
Hermione shook her head and looked at the ground. They stood together in the middle of the busy alleyway crying for a minute that felt like an eternity. Hermione checked her watch again, placed her hand on Ron's arm, and said, "Come with me."
Ron gulped, "All right."
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10 minutes later Ron found himself approaching a Muggle elementary school with Hermione at his side. He didn't see any children or cars around. All he noticed was a very stern woman who reminded him of professor McGonagall in a bad mood. She was wearing an ugly brown dress and had her hair cut above her ears.
"Damn," Hermione swore to herself upon seeing this woman. She placed a fake smile on her face and with fake enthusiasm said, "Mrs. Walterbee, how are you this afternoon?"
"Ms. Granger!" Mrs. Walterbee scolded, "Of all days to be late! Your son is in the principal's office!"
"What?" Hermione gasped, "What happened?"
"Harry got in a fight today." Mrs. Walterbee said in very condescending way.
"Is he all right?"
"He's fine, but the other little boy has a broken arm. The principal has requested a conference with you. Please go to his office immediately."
"Okay," Hermione said nervously. She walked past Mrs. Walterbee and towards a small building with a sign that said "MAIN OFFICE" above it. Ron followed close behind, but was stopped by an angry Mrs. Walterbee who said, "This is strictly between the principal and the parent. Please wait here sir."
Ron paused a moment before retorting, "Well...I am-"
"No!" Hermione cut him off. "Go sit on that bench over there," She pointed, "He's had a stressful enough day as it I'm sure. We'll be out in a few minutes. Stay there even when we come out. I'll need to talk to him and prepare him before he meets you. Do you understand?"
"Fine," Ron grumbled.
Hermione turned and headed through the door with Mrs. Walterbee at her heels. "Who was that?" She asked.
"The sperm donor." Hermione said rolling her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~
"Hi, Harry. I'm your dad. Sorry we've never met, but I think you should blame your mother for that. She walked out on me without a trace and although I forgave her and spent your entire life looking for her, she still didn't mention you when we had lunch today. Must've been fun being raised by her without a father." Ron muttered to himself. He sniggered. "No, I don't think that'll work." He repositioned himself on the incredibly uncomfortable wooden bench.
He had spent the last 15 minutes trying to figure out what to say when he met Harry for the first time. He wanted to say something profound, comforting, and most of all, fatherly. He tried to imagine what he would have wanted Arthur to say to him if they were meeting for the first time. The only problem was he had never been without his father. He had no idea how that must feel.
Suddenly he felt a slight pang in his heart. Harry, the first Harry, had never known his father. In sixth year, Harry had told Ron about Snape's pensieve. Harry had been so disappointed by his father. Would Ron disappoint his son?
A moment later, though, all coherent thoughts disappeared from Ron's head as he saw Hermione emerge from the office, roughly tugging the elbow of a small redheaded child. They stopped a ways away from where he was sitting, so the child wouldn't see him.
Hermione crossed her arms and looked down at the boy. "All right, Harry. Tell me what really happened."
Harry simply bowed his head.
"Why did you get into a fight today?" Hermione asked, sounding more concerned than aggravated.
Harry looked up sadly. "Alex said that his mommy said he wasn't allowed to play with me anymore because of...because of..."
"What?"
"You."
Hermione took in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. She knew about the gossip the mothers spread about her behind her back. They called her a slut and a whore. They said that even if the medical school story was true, she was probably working her way through as a stripper.
"And then what happened?" She continued despite her rage.
"I pushed him and he fell." Harry said, looking at the ground.
Hermione pulled her hand under his chin and looked him in the eye. "Tell me the truth, Harry Arthur. You've never hit anyone before. Did you push him or did his arm just break."
"It just broke. Are you mad at me?"
"No," Hermione sighed, "of course not. It's okay to have magical outbursts once in while. We just have to get control of your temper, that's all." She pulled a large cookie out of her purse and handed it to him. "I got this for you today."
Harry smiled, took it, and hugged Hermione around her waist. "Thanks, mom." He said.
Hermione took a deep breath, and placed her hands on her son's shoulders, taking a step back. "Harry," she said soothingly, "someone came to see me today."
"Who?" He asked curiously.
"His name's Ronald."
"That's my dad's name!" Harry giggled.
"Yes, it is. Do you want to meet him?"
"Your friend?"
"Your dad."
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A/N: YAY!! Chapter 2 is finally finished. Okay, I know the cliffhanger isn't as good as last time, but I hope I still have your interest.
Oh, by the way, did you get the irony of the broken arm thing? Has anyone else ever told his or her mother that the other kid just magically got a black eye? Lol.
Please take a few seconds to review. All I need is one word (ex: good, bad, boring, ect.). Have a great weekend everyone!
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"I have to pick up Harry!"
Instead of running like she had intended to, Hermione stood, staring at Ron. She bit her lip and whimpered, "I shouldn't have told you that."
"You're damn right, you shouldn't have!" Ron screamed. "Harry! Harry?! So this is the 'uzzer half' your friend Jean-Claude was referring to? That's sick, Hermione. How can you be with someone named Harry? You're probably just trying to replace our Harry, aren't you?"
Tears flowed freely down both Ron and Hermione's cheeks now. "Go home, Ron! I hate you!" Hermione sobbed.
"No," He cried. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Just don't go!"
"I told you, Ron, I have to pick someone up!"
"I don't even understand this!" He said venomously. "How can you be with some guy named HARRY who can't Apparate or drive go anywhere himself and needs you to retrieve him?"
"Well, I wouldn't expect him to, Ron! He's six years old!"
"So you're babysitting? That's why you have to go? Bloody hell, Hermione! Let me meet you later, then! I'll do anything!"
"Babysitting, Ron?" She laughed ironically through her tears. "Harry isn't just a child I look after for a friend sometimes. He's the child I have too look after all the time."
"What are you getting at?"
"Harry's my son, Ron, my child."
Ron stopped crying abruptly and found himself short of breath. "W...W...What?" He forced out, his voice cracking, "Y...you...you have a son?"
Hermione wiped her eye and nodded.
"I can't believe you!" He screamed. "We chat all afternoon and you fail to mention that you have a child!"
"I'm sorry." Hermione said meekly.
"Hermione," Ron took a deep breath and prepared to face the inevitable, "you said he's six. Is he...mine?"
She sobbed and nodded slowly, looking Ron in the eye.
"How could you?" Ron whispered.
Hermione shook her head and looked at the ground. They stood together in the middle of the busy alleyway crying for a minute that felt like an eternity. Hermione checked her watch again, placed her hand on Ron's arm, and said, "Come with me."
Ron gulped, "All right."
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10 minutes later Ron found himself approaching a Muggle elementary school with Hermione at his side. He didn't see any children or cars around. All he noticed was a very stern woman who reminded him of professor McGonagall in a bad mood. She was wearing an ugly brown dress and had her hair cut above her ears.
"Damn," Hermione swore to herself upon seeing this woman. She placed a fake smile on her face and with fake enthusiasm said, "Mrs. Walterbee, how are you this afternoon?"
"Ms. Granger!" Mrs. Walterbee scolded, "Of all days to be late! Your son is in the principal's office!"
"What?" Hermione gasped, "What happened?"
"Harry got in a fight today." Mrs. Walterbee said in very condescending way.
"Is he all right?"
"He's fine, but the other little boy has a broken arm. The principal has requested a conference with you. Please go to his office immediately."
"Okay," Hermione said nervously. She walked past Mrs. Walterbee and towards a small building with a sign that said "MAIN OFFICE" above it. Ron followed close behind, but was stopped by an angry Mrs. Walterbee who said, "This is strictly between the principal and the parent. Please wait here sir."
Ron paused a moment before retorting, "Well...I am-"
"No!" Hermione cut him off. "Go sit on that bench over there," She pointed, "He's had a stressful enough day as it I'm sure. We'll be out in a few minutes. Stay there even when we come out. I'll need to talk to him and prepare him before he meets you. Do you understand?"
"Fine," Ron grumbled.
Hermione turned and headed through the door with Mrs. Walterbee at her heels. "Who was that?" She asked.
"The sperm donor." Hermione said rolling her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~
"Hi, Harry. I'm your dad. Sorry we've never met, but I think you should blame your mother for that. She walked out on me without a trace and although I forgave her and spent your entire life looking for her, she still didn't mention you when we had lunch today. Must've been fun being raised by her without a father." Ron muttered to himself. He sniggered. "No, I don't think that'll work." He repositioned himself on the incredibly uncomfortable wooden bench.
He had spent the last 15 minutes trying to figure out what to say when he met Harry for the first time. He wanted to say something profound, comforting, and most of all, fatherly. He tried to imagine what he would have wanted Arthur to say to him if they were meeting for the first time. The only problem was he had never been without his father. He had no idea how that must feel.
Suddenly he felt a slight pang in his heart. Harry, the first Harry, had never known his father. In sixth year, Harry had told Ron about Snape's pensieve. Harry had been so disappointed by his father. Would Ron disappoint his son?
A moment later, though, all coherent thoughts disappeared from Ron's head as he saw Hermione emerge from the office, roughly tugging the elbow of a small redheaded child. They stopped a ways away from where he was sitting, so the child wouldn't see him.
Hermione crossed her arms and looked down at the boy. "All right, Harry. Tell me what really happened."
Harry simply bowed his head.
"Why did you get into a fight today?" Hermione asked, sounding more concerned than aggravated.
Harry looked up sadly. "Alex said that his mommy said he wasn't allowed to play with me anymore because of...because of..."
"What?"
"You."
Hermione took in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. She knew about the gossip the mothers spread about her behind her back. They called her a slut and a whore. They said that even if the medical school story was true, she was probably working her way through as a stripper.
"And then what happened?" She continued despite her rage.
"I pushed him and he fell." Harry said, looking at the ground.
Hermione pulled her hand under his chin and looked him in the eye. "Tell me the truth, Harry Arthur. You've never hit anyone before. Did you push him or did his arm just break."
"It just broke. Are you mad at me?"
"No," Hermione sighed, "of course not. It's okay to have magical outbursts once in while. We just have to get control of your temper, that's all." She pulled a large cookie out of her purse and handed it to him. "I got this for you today."
Harry smiled, took it, and hugged Hermione around her waist. "Thanks, mom." He said.
Hermione took a deep breath, and placed her hands on her son's shoulders, taking a step back. "Harry," she said soothingly, "someone came to see me today."
"Who?" He asked curiously.
"His name's Ronald."
"That's my dad's name!" Harry giggled.
"Yes, it is. Do you want to meet him?"
"Your friend?"
"Your dad."
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A/N: YAY!! Chapter 2 is finally finished. Okay, I know the cliffhanger isn't as good as last time, but I hope I still have your interest.
Oh, by the way, did you get the irony of the broken arm thing? Has anyone else ever told his or her mother that the other kid just magically got a black eye? Lol.
Please take a few seconds to review. All I need is one word (ex: good, bad, boring, ect.). Have a great weekend everyone!