Chapter 1
Finding Out the Truth
She didn't know how it had happened. She didn't know why it had happened. All Hermione knew was that she'd made a major mistake, and now she was pregnant.
The father of her child she didn't want to even think about. She didn't know how he would react. Knowing him he'd totally flip out and never speak to her again. Not that it would be a curse or anything...
What was she thinking? Her daughter needed a father, and who would be a better father then the one who'd help conceive her? But would he actually be man enough to buckle down and help her.
She knew it was a girl for only one reason. Madam Pomfrey had told her. When Hermione had been continuously sick for no reason at all and skipped her period, she'd hit the panic button and for good reason. Remembering the night when she'd snuck out of the Common Room and met him in the abandoned classroom for a one-night thing, she'd skipped Potions much to Harry and Ron's surprise and annoyance. They always needed her help in that damn class. After Madam Pomfrey had finished examining Hermione and had her cast a simple spell.
'Fetus conceptio', she'd muttered. Pink sparks had shot from the end of her wand and formed the word 'girl' in front of her. She'd blacked out then and had woken up in the middle of the night after a dream of that fateful night with the word 'girl' floating above the two of them.
She had to tell her friends. She knew she had to. Her mood swings may not give her away, she was always grumpy. But the suddenly getting sick and her stomach blowing up like a water balloon was most likely going to give it away. So she might as well tell her friends before the found out the hard way.
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'Um, Harry, Ron? Can I talk to you for a moment?'
The both of them looked up, shocked. Hermione had never interrupted them from their homework before. She was usually begging them to do it. So it must be something serious. She pulled them over to the quiet corner the three friends usually talked in, so this didn't look unusual at all to the other Gryffindor's, but Neville did glance at them curiously when he saw the look on Hermione's face. She sat them down and found herself lost for words. She was glad when Harry spoke first.
'What is it Hermione?' he asked.
She knew she couldn't hold it off. She'd pulled them into the corner for a reason, so she might as well come out and say it.
'I'm pregnant', she blurted. Both boys paled. One because he was half concerned and half in wonder that Hermione had even considered sex before marriage. The other paled because he knew he was the father.
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A/N: Is it worth continuing?