Disclaimer: I am JK Rowling in disguise! Just kidding. I am still Jeanne. And I do not own HP.

Back To Hermione's POV--

I suppose I was shocked with the feelings I had developed for Seamus. It had been two months since we had first slept together, and I could actually say I loved the man. Now whether I was in love with him was another story, but I did indeed have very strong feelings for him. The whole hospital knew that we were a couple, and they thought we were so cute together. I usually rolled my eyes at the simpering compliments, but I loved the feeling of being in a stable relationship.

I was happy to not have to deal with Severus in his remaining time at St. Mungo's. It would have been indescribably awkward for the two of us otherwise.

Of course, Merlin forbid things stay happy and quiet for long...no that would make life too easy! I had moved in with Seamus about two weeks earlier, and I couldn't have been happier. My life was fairly busy, and I rarely had time to look at a calendar, but when I did notice the date I realized something was missing in my life...and I immediately screamed. Seamus came running.

"Mione! What happened?" Worry showed all over his face. "Why were you screaming?"

"Is today really April 12th?" I asked, praying his wizard calendar was out of whack or something.

"Yeah...why? Did you forget someone's birthday or something?"

"No, I wish it was that simple...I have to go out for a second. I'll be back in half-an-hour or so." I grabbed my coat and rushed out the door.

I hurried down the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, dusk was approaching and I wanted to be home before dark. I saw what I was looking for, an after-hours clinic. I gave the witch at the desk my name, and sat down to wait with several others who had various injuries. One wizard had his nose moved a good two inches over on his face, another was sprouting large boils very quickly. There was a young boy of about fourteen in Hogwarts robes, and he had his hand transfigured into a sword. In fact next to him was--

"Hermione!" Professor McGonagall greeted me warmly. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm feeling a little poorly, and I just wanted to--" I couldn't continue thankfully, because a doctor called my name.

"Miss...Granger," a man of about sixty looked over the parchment that had my information on it after giving me a once-over. "You seem healthy, no injuries or illnesses, what is your problem?"

"I...um...Ineedapregnancytest," I mumbled quickly, looking at the white tile floor.

"Excuse me?" He looked up, a little puzzled. "You need what now?"

"A...test...pregnacy test."

He didn't faint, or scream at me, or ask why I was 'Miss' and not 'Mrs'. He simply agreed and waved his wand, saying "ingravesco estca."

A blue light glowed around my mid-section, but I felt nothing. The doctor then turned to me and said "Well Miss Granger, you are definitely two months pregnant."

A/N: That's it! Is the baby Sev's or Seamus'? Now...I have a poll: Here goes...

Do you want to know who the father is before or after the baby is born?

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