Chapter 2
The Most "Wonderful" Time of the Year
Hermione didn't know how, but word leaked out that Hermione was pregnant. Harry and Ron swore they hadn't said anything, and Hermione believed the one hundred percent. She had a feeling that someone had over heard them however and squealed.
What ever the matter be, everyone knew, even the teachers it seemed. The Slytherin's had turned there taunting from Harry to Hermione until one of them got the idea Harry might be the father since he was always looking for ways to show off. Then they started saying it might also be Ron as he was always looking for ways to be better than Potter was. Both of them got into a fight with the Slytherin's and landed in detention.
Hermione easily could have owned up and told the other boy who the father was, but she didn't. She'd never been in this kind of a situation and just couldn't bring the subject up again when she was now being called a tramp by half of the school. So the three friends let the matter rest.
As Hermione was often sick or moody, she either missed or began to skip classes. Ron and Harry were both sympathetic and took notes for her, even in boring History of Magic. Then they copied them and tried to give them to Hermione when she wasn't in a I'm-going-to-rip-you-apart mood.
The months passed and the mood swings became less and less. But her tummy began to show more and more. She was now unable to attend class due to the fact she couldn't fit into the desks and the teachers didn't want to risk the baby getting hurt while she and other students practiced magic. So Hermione just did extra homework in the Common Room, practicing on Ron and Harry much to their annoyance.
Then the day came for her daughter to be born, and the calmness all three of them had held onto during the pregnancy went to hell.