Disclaimer: As much as I want the hottie called 'Harry Potter' and as much as I want to be Hermione Granger, it's not mine and it's never going to be mine.

Last Chapter: Dumbledore finally spoke. "Well Miss Granger, we're not completely sure, we'd have to test you but we believe that you could be..." he took in a breath "You could be, well, pregnant."



Chapter 3: Why me?

"I'M WHAT?!?!?" This was way too much for me. "How could a potion which temporarily changes your gender get me pregnant? How come it didn't do anything to Harry? I followed the directions precisely! Nothing should be wrong!" I was breathing heavy now. This was some cruel, sick joke. It had to be.

The professors were silent and Harry was now staring at me. Okay, so I blew up.. But WHO WOULDN'T? I'm 16 years old, I just started my sixth year and I just found out I'm pregnant! And I didn't even do anything wrong!

"Well Miss Granger. Again, we'll have to give you a test, but we do believe you're pregnant. As to your first question, Merperson scales and Welsh Green Dragon scales look almost identical. It's a very easy mistake to make defining the difference..." Snape shot daggers at Dumbledore."As to why you ended up pregnant, it's a matter of mixing ingredients. When dameouth bile, male DNA, and Welsh Green Dragon scales, and even one Merperson scale are mixed together, this is the result, to females. It's common, so don't get worried. You did nothing wrong when concocting the potion -only mixed up the scales. As to why nothing out of the ordinary happened to Mr. Potter, it's because Merperson scales, when mixed with male -er- genes, cancel each other out."

It took me a minute to take in everything.. Okay, so I must have gotten a Merperson scale instead of a Welsh Dragon scale when we were one short. But, I wouldn't have gotten the Merperson scale if Harry had gotten all 12 the first time.. but I can't blame him, I'm the one that picked it. Okay, next thing, when it's mixed together with male DNA.. What do they mean Male DNA? And why doesn't it affect males?

"What do you mean mixed with Male DNA? And why does it not affect males?" I rudely replied. Then I realized I was talking to the Headmaster. "I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore. It's just... why?"

"It's quite alright Ms. Granger. Well, one of the ingredients was a strand of hair from the opposite gender, and since Harry -er- is of the opposite gender, the new baby's genes are half his."

"WHAT?" We(Harry and I) shouted at the same time.

"You heard me correct, and to answer the second question, it's just a matter of human functions. Males can't get pregnant, and I told you already, too many of their genes cancel out the effect of Merperson scales."

The baby's father is my best friend. This isn't real. It can't be real! This has to be a sick, sick dream. I hit my head hoping to wake up. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!!!!!!"

"Miss Granger, hitting yourself in the head will do nothing other then give you a headache. You are awake, if everyone would be kind enough to leave the room, I can determine if she really is pregnant before we further this discussion!" Madam Pomfrey snapped.

Harry, speechless, nodded feverishly, Dumbledore gave a slight smile and Snape flew out the room. The door closed, clicked, and left me alone with Madam Pomfrey. I cradled my head in my hands. 'What am I going to do? What will I tell my parents? I shuddered. They won't believe it was a potions accident! I'll lose their respect! My parents will kill me.' Madam Pomfrey walked over with a sharp and pointy thing in her hand.

"What's that? Where are you going to put that?"

"This is a magical pregnancy test, and you should know perfectly well where I'm going to put it."

Outside the Room

"OOOUUUCCCHHH!!!!"

Inside the Room

"Well?"

"I'm afraid you are indeed pregnant."

I groaned. And it wasn't because of the news. My stomach was acting up again. I felt like throwing up. Madam Pomfrey came over to my bedside.

"Oh yes sweetie, and your stomach discomforts are normal morning sickness, and I have a potion that will get rid of it." She left the room, and came back a few minutes later. She was carrying a cup of purple liquid. "Drink this Ms. Granger, it doesn't have a pleasant taste but you'll be a lot more comfortable."

I drank the potion, the taste was horribly revolting, like cooked cabbage and very burnt cookies. I gagged as it went down, but I immediately felt better. I handed her the cup back.

"Ms. Granger, now, do you know how a magical pregnancy works?" I shook my head 'no'.

"Well, first off it's like a muggle pregnancy only it happens in 1/3 of the time. So, you'll be due in December. Probably around the 20th. And your morning sickness should end by the middle/end of October. You should come down here every morning for the potion, I'll be taking weekly checkups. Anything else?"

Again, I shook my head 'no'. "Okay then, your free to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Mr. Potter was already sent back."

I got up off of the bed and left the hospital wing. I then headed up the stairs. I was going to go up to the common room and straight to my dorm and my bed. I needed to let this all sink in. Why does this happen to me? Why me? Why not Lavender? Or Parvati? Or even Pansy? Anyone would be happy about this but me! Before I knew it I was in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. I gave her the password 'Doxycide' and entered. As it was a Saturday, many people were in the common room finishing their homework. Harry, Ron and Ginny were in the corner at our favorite table. Harry and Ron were playing chess, and Ginny was reading. Harry looked up and saw me, but I ignored him and walked straight to the girls dormitory.

I climbed the stairs. It seemed like forever. But I finally made it to the door that held the sign "Sixth Years". I opened the door and walked over to my bed, put on my pajamas, got into bed and pulled the hangings around me. I was determined to go to sleep, wake up, and find that it's all a dream.

Gryffindor Common Room

"Ginny, Can you go check on Hermione?"

"Sure Harry. I'll be right back."

Ron looked up at Harry, "Harry, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm just worried about Hermione."

"Why?"

"I'll let her tell you."

Sixth Year Girls Dormitory

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"Harry didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Oh fine. I'll spill." I decided to confide in Ginny. She was after all my best-female friend. And I was finally giving up on this whole disaster being a dream. "Okay, well in potions today we made 'Essence of Eagnura', and I accidentally put in a Merperson scale and now I'm... I'm.. I'm pregnant." Tears threatening to fall since the bad news finally came down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them. "And.. the baby's father is Har-rry. He waas myy parrtnnerr in potions!"

She gasped. "Oh Hermione! I'm soooo sorry!" She walked over to me and gave me a hug. "It'll be alright. I'm sure Harry will do anything, and you know I'll help you, and Ron too. I could owl mum and ask for books and stuff! She'd be more than happy to help. You know that your another daughter to her."

I couldn't help but smile weakly. "Thanks Ginny." Then my thoughts shifted to my parents. I started to shake with tears. "My parents are going to kill me! They won't believe that it was a 'potions accident'. I'm going to lose their respect. And now they're going to hate Harry!" I was gasping for air from crying so hard.

"Hermione, it's going to be alright, really. Professor Dumbledore will take care of your parents. And they could never hate Harry. I don't know who outside of the Slytherins and the Dursleys could possibly hate Harry. And he's worried about you. He's the reason I'm up here. I didn't even see you come in the common room. So come on, stop crying, we'll go down to the common room and talk with the guys."

"Okay Ginny, you win. Just let me change into actual clothes." I went into the bathroom and put on a pair of jeans and a light blue jumper. We then headed down the stairs. As it was close to lunch the common room was emptying out. We headed over to the corner table where Harry and Ron were still playing chess.

"Hey Hermione." Harry and Ron chorused.

"Hey guys."

"So, what's up? Harry wouldn't say..." Oh yeah Ron, just keep it blunt.

"Well... you know that potion we did yesterday in Potions? Well, I kind of added the wrong ingredient, and well I got a different side effect." Ron looked confused, Harry seemed to sink down into his chair. "I'm pregnant Ron."

His face flushed "Whaaat? Your.. your....."

"Yes. I'm going to have a baby in December. Isn't that great?" I sarcastically replied to his stammering.

Ron somewhat gained his composure, but his face was still redder than a quaffle.

"Bloody hell! But.. ..how?" This time Harry's face seemed to flush.

'How? You're an idiot Ron! How can you not know how someone gets pregnant! Your mom had 6 pregnancies!' Thankfully, Ginny answered for me.

"Ron you doof. You know perfectly well how."

"Oh... well... I. I... I'm gonnagotolunch."

That was Ron's answer to everything, go and eat and all your problems will disappear. Lucky him. I'm already going to gain like 50 pounds. I can't just 'go and eat.' My problem isn't going to disappear, it's just starting. I haven't even taken a thought about who's going to take care of the baby. How am I supposed to take classes with a newborn? A baby needs feeding every few hours. Then there's the diapers and the clothes. And where's the baby going to sleep? It'll be up all hours of the night.. and I can't take care of it in the dorm! Lavender and Parvati will have a fit if they don't get all their beauty sleep. I laughed at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked. Then I realized we were the only two left in the common room.

"Nothing really, I was just thinking, and I had a vision of Lavender and Parvati having fits because they didn't get all their beauty sleep."

"That would be a funny sight. But really Hermione, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?"

"Well, it's my fault your.. you know."

"Harry James Potter! It is NOT your fault I'm pregnant!" My voice was quavering as I was speaking. "And what's wrong with saying the word? It's not that horrible. I mean, I could be dead or unconscious or something. But anyway, back to the it's-not-your-fault part. I'm the one that picked the Merperson scale. I was the dumb one for not reading the label. And now I'm just going to have to deal with it." I hoped he believed me. I tried to strengthen my voice. I'm really not for the 'I'm going to have to deal with it" part, but I am going to have to. Oh man, stop the tears. STOP THE TEARS! Damn it. Why can't I hold back tears?

"Hermione...."

Before I knew it Harry wrapped his arms around me and I was crying on his shoulder. Why did he have to blame everything on himself. Why does he have to be such a comfort? Why does he always have to be there for me? Why does his hair have to be so.. so messy and black? Why do his eyes have to be that sparkling emerald green? Why does he have to smell so good? Wait... Why do I care how Harry smells? Why do I care what his eyes or hair looks like? Oh no.. I.. think... I think I'm falling for Harry.

[A/n Okay, I don't know how good this chapter is. But it's long! It's 6 pages. It would have been up sooner, but my computer had this virus in it and whenever I scrolled down on it froze and I had to restart the computer.. I think I fixed it, but I'm not sure. crosses fingers Please review, but don't be too harsh. The next chapter is going to be Snape's POV from when Dumbledore calls him down and they're in the hospital wing with Hermione. We get to see his thoughts. should be fun to write. Thanks to absolutely everyone who reviewed. I would list everyone here but I'm taking a huge chance at uploading this thing right now. And I'll add comments at the end of the next chapter. :) Thanks!!!]