Disclaimer: I asked my mother if I could buy Harry Potter... she laughed.
Last Time With Hermione: 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.
Moody-er than Mad-Eye
"Hermione, come on, sit down." Harry ushered me to the couch in front of the fireplace.
While me still trying to control my tears he rubbed circles on my back. It was so soothing, I wish he would have done it earlier.
"Hermione?" he asked, still rubbing my back. I had finally stopped crying.
"I'm sorry.. Your probably hungry.. go down and eat. I'm not hungry. I'm okay." You don't need to be the hero again. Go, leave me alone.
"I'm not hungry, you haven't eaten breakfast, and your not okay. Come on Hermione, just talk to me. Tell me what's wrong... besides that your p-preg-p-pregnant."
"You've faced V-Voldermort on countless occasions, but you have a problem saying the word 'pregnant'." I smiled. "But you're just like Ron. You're always hungry. I know I haven't eaten, but I'm not hungry, and I'm not okay... but there's nothing you can do." I tried to smile, but failed terribly.
Just please go... I want to wallow in self pity. But I should be happy. I mean, I'm having 'The Famous Harry Potter's' baby... even though we didn't do it. But still... it's so wrong. And if it got out that I like him then people would say that I messed up the potion on purpose so Harry would have to pick me. But I didn't! I didn't even know I liked him! 'Yes you did. You just ignored it for far too long.' Maybe I did. Maybe I was just too blind to see it. I felt tears stinging in my eyes again.
"Hermione?" Harry said softly.
"Yeah?" I snapped.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing... just go Harry." I replied agitated.
"No. I'm not leaving without you." He looked determined, but his lovely green eyes were filled with worry.
"I'm scared Harry."
"I know Hermione, but everything's going to be alright..."
That was it. He was going to get it all in full force.
"It's NOT going to be alright. Do you UNDERSTAND that Harry? I'm 16, I'm PREGNANT, my parents are going to MURDER me, and they're going to HATE you! They're MUGGLES! They won't believe this pregnancy was an ACCIDENT! They're going to go BALLISTIC when they find out! WHO'S going to look after the baby? How am I going to PAY for the baby? HOW am I going to take care of a baby when I'm still a TEENAGER? I'm not even OUT of school! Things are NEVER going to be the same. I'm going to be a MOM, Harry!" With all my feelings and frustrations out I cried again.
And once again his warm comforting arms were around me. I wrapped my arms around his torso and cried onto his chest.
Why did everything have to happen to me? Why did I have to be the one attacked in first year? Why did I have to have the polyjuice potion backfire and be petrified in second year? Why did I have to be attacked by hundreds of dementors in third year? Why did Viktor have to ask me to the Yule Ball when I was waiting for Harry, or even -ew- Ron to ask me in fourth year? Why did I let Harry go to the department of mysteries where I almost died do Dolohov last year?
WHY?
I cried even harder. Sirius. If I didn't let Harry go, Sirius would still be alive.
"I'm sorry." I cried into his chest.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because if I didn't let you go last year S-Sirius wouldn't be dead!" At the sound of Sirius' name I felt Harry tense up. It must be harder on him than anyone. He was like his father, his brother, and his best friend all in one. I squeezed Harry tighter. He loosened up.
"It's not your fault Hermione. It's not your fault." He rubbed my back again. "Now come on, please, please stop crying." He sounded really desperate. I suddenly felt really, really embarrassed. My face was starting to burn, I'm not sure if it was from the crying or my suddenly being highly embarrassed.
"Listen Harry, I'm really sorry, this whole thing has caught me completely off guard. And I feel so weird, but just ignore everything I just said, and I'm going to go to the library. Um... I'll talk to you later." I actually had the guts to kiss him on the cheek. "'Bye!"
Harry was left looking completely dumbstruck. I smiled to myself as I left through the portrait. And I headed to the only sanctuary other then my bed, the library.
I knew there had to be some books.. any books about magical pregnancies.
'Mars is Very Red Tonight: A Guide to Centaur Divination.; Muggle Inventions: How They Get Along Without Magic.; Mythology: Is Any of it Real?; There it is! Magical Pregnancies: for Dummies.'
Of course it just had to be a "for Dummies" book. I swear that the fates are against me. But that doesn't matter.
I opened the book and searched the table of contents:
1.) So You Got Yourself Pregnant pg. 3
2.) Month One pg.20
3.) Month Two pg.56
4.) Month Three pg.89
5.) You and Your New Baby pg.122
I flipped to page 20. And read.
Meanwhile Back in the Gryffindor Common Room
Ron and Ginny had come back from lunch to find a very stressed Harry sitting on the couch.
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Ginny.
"What? Oh, nothing, just Hermione. I swear, she's becoming moodier than Mad-Eye. First she was crying, and then she got all snappy and when I told her everything's going to be alright and she blew up, and then she started crying again abruptly stopped, told me she was going to the library and flew out of the common room. Can a magical pregnancy actually do that to her, or what?"
"Sounds to me like she's gone bonkers." Replied Ron.
Ginny hit him. "Ow Gin, that hurt."
"It should. That was a horrible thing to say Ron. She can't help it, it is part of a magical pregnancy. All effects happen faster. Since she's already having mood-swings I'm assuming she's already having morning sickness?"
"Yeah, and Madam Pomfrey gave her some medicine for it, and she has to go down to the Hospital Wing every morning for it."
"Well, that stops one of the problems. She'll probably have to get the medicine for two weeks. Mood swings... I think we're going to have to deal with for the three months. There aren't any potions to stop that.. unfortunately. Next month she'll be getting strange hunger cravings. It would be best to get her whatever she wants whenever she wants. But we should try to get her off of butterbeer, alcohol isn't good. And the final month she'll probably be getting swollen ankles and a sore back."
"Ginny, how do you know all of this?" Harry asked.
"I read about it in some of Mum's books."
"Mum has books on it?" Asked Ron in disbelief.
"Well, not on magical pregnancies, but regular ones. And its the same thing only it runs for three months, which means within one month three months of the pregnancy passes. And Ron, you do know that your an idiot... don't you?"
Ron's ears turned red. "So anyway," Ron choked out "we're going to have to deal with a maniac Hermione for the next three months..." Harry and Ginny nodded. "Man, this is going to be hell."
In the library
...The first month of pregnancy involves morning sickness and mood-swings. The morning sickness can be cured with a simple "pepper-up potion". While the mood-swings will just have to run through their course. A slight stomach growth-if any- can be hidden -if chosen- by simple concealing charms or concealing robes. Doctor visits should be frequent, once a week...
Well, it doesn't sound too bad. I can get some concealing robes at Madam Malikan's next Hogsmade weekend... Madam Pomfrey already agreed to give me the pepper-up potion... Mood-swings will be the problem. But I think the faculty has already been informed and Harry and Ron and Ginny will put up with them. I smiled. Yes, it's not going to be that bad after all.
I took the book, careful to hold the cover-and title- against my jumper. Left the library and walked over to the giant portrait of a fruit bowl. I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I tickled the pear and was once again within the Hogwarts Kitchen.
I felt a tugging on my sleeve, and looked down.
"Dobby!"
"How is you doing Miss?"
"I'm fine, a little hungry though, I missed lunch... How are you?"
"I will be getting you food then Miss! And I is fine Miss! Dobby is doing well Miss! Is Miss wanting to say 'hi' to Winky Miss? Winky is lots better Miss. No longer drinking Butterbeer!"
"Oh, that's great Dobby! I'd love to say 'hi' to Winky. Where is she?"
"Winky is over here Miss!" He motioned me to follow him into the area where the stoves were.
I spotted her. She was looking very happy, which is surprising.
"Hi Winky! How are you?"
"Hi Miss! I'm doing better Miss. Here is your food Miss. Now go." She handed me a little basket filled with bread and lunchmeats.
"Thanks Winky, Dobby. Bye!"
"Bye Miss!" They said in unison.
"And Miss, can you tell Harry Potter sir that Dobby said Hi Sir?" Dobby asked me.
"Of course Dobby. Bye."
I left, where Winky obviously didn't want my company. She seems happier though. I guess that's a good thing.
I was going to head back to the common room, but I'm deciding to go somewhere else... I don't want to talk to anyone... At least not for a little while.
In the common room
Harry was pacing the common room.
Ron was staring into the fire.
Ginny was reading "Teen Witch", but her eyes weren't moving.
All three were silent until Ginny spoke up.
"Harry, when did Hermione leave?"
"Like 5 minutes before you came..."
"Um, shouldn't we go and check on her?"
"I guess... it's been over an hour."
Ron broke into the conversation. "Who's going to go check?"
"Not me!" Harry and Ginny shouted in unison.
"Well, I certainly wasn't volunteering."
"Come on Ron," Ginny pleaded. "You walked out on her last time, I talked to her, Harry talked to her, now you should go and at least check on her!"
"But... she's a madwoman!"
"RONALD WEASLEY!"Ron jumped.
"Man Gin, your sounding more and more like Mum. It's bloody scary."
"Ron, just go, ask her how she is, don't stammer, and if she starts yelling, well Madam Prince will kick you out of the library. And if worse comes to worse, run." Harry replied.
"Fine. You bloody chickens."
Harry and Ginny waited until the portrait closed before responding to his last statement.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Chicken? Us. He's the one that ran away when she first told him she was pregnant!"
"I know. And he didn't even have her exploding! Neither did you by the way... hey! That's completely unfair! I get the violent Mione."
"She wasn't violent. If she was you'd be in the hospital wing right now." She replied with a smile.
"Yeah, your right. I'm worried about her sanity though. Those mood-swings come and go really fast!"
"You've never been around a pregnant woman before have you?"
"No..."
"Well, believe me, it gets worse, but at least this is only for three months rather then nine. Just don't say anything... well, stupid."
"I won't. I think it's Ron we're going to have a problem with though."
"Your right, he is the big problem... maybe we can silence him?"
"Yeah, that'd be fun..." Ron came in the common room, panting. "You ran? Was she that bad?"
"She-was-not-at-the-lib-rary!" He said between pants.
"WHAT?" Harry yelled.
"I said, Hermione wasn't at the library..."
"Where do you think she is?" A concerned Ginny asked.
"I... I don't know..." Replied a now scared Harry.
Author Notes
Well, I hope you liked this chapter! Thanks sooo much to my reviewers! Sorry it took dso long to post, I've started school again(fun fun fun). H/Hr stuff is going to develop within the next couple of chapters. Thank's to all my reviewers. And also I'm sorry to the people that didn't like Snape' personality last chapter. Personally, I think he's all tough because of his reputation, he can be a bastard, but I wanted to make him... well un-bastard-ish.
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